The Song

Part Sixty-Eight

I woke up after nightfall, the rain still drumming on the roof of the house. Aston was pressed up close to me, his hot breath tickling my neck as he breathed in and out in his sleep.

“Psst…” I whispered, “Ast…”

“Yeah babe?” he mumbled, his lips grazing my hot skin.

“I’m hungry, we’ve been in bed all day practically. Let me go so I can cook something.”

“No!!” Aston said, pulling me tighter towards him, “I’m cooking.”

“But… You made breakfast.”

“Yeah, and I have dinner planned.”

“But…”

“Nope, I’m doing it,” Aston said, releasing me and jumping quickly out of bed. I watched him hop around the room and grab some clothes, running off towards the kitchen before I could get in another word.

“The hell?” I giggled, slipping out of bed myself. I pulled on some clothes and then went into the bathroom to sort out my mess of hair. It looked like I’d dragged a rake or something through it, what a fright.

When I was done I wandered downstairs, immediately to be shooed out of the kitchen by Aston.

“Just go find something to do!” he pleaded, “Give me forty-five minutes.”

“What are you making?”

“Just let me surprise you!!”

I rolled my eyes at him and then wandered into the piano room. I’d wanted to finish the piece I was working on for Aston before I saw him, but with the whole flying back to London with that song situation I hadn’t quite gotten there. Making sure to shut the door I sat down at the piano and continued to work on it, getting lost in the music.

I was sat staring at the page trying to count out some beats in my head when Aston came to sit next to me, startling me out of my thought.

“What you working on?” he asked, setting a glass of white wine on the coaster that sat atop the piano.

“Just a song.”

“Just a song?” he mused, looking over the page.

“I know you can’t read the music,” I told him.

“Maybe I can!” Aston retorted, taking the book and flipping through it.

I smirked at him, grabbing the glass of wine and heading towards the kitchen, “You can’t.”

“Mean.”

“I know,” I giggled, kissing his cheek lightly as he came up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist.

“Dinner’s ready,” he whispered.

“What is it?”

“Come see.”

I followed him into the dinning room where lovely romantic looking place settings had been laid out, candles flickering and the bouquet of roses moved to the middle of the table.

“Sit,” Aston said, “I’ll bring out the food.”

“I can get it.”

“Just do what I say Jess!” Aston laughed, steering me to a seat and pulling it out so I could sit down.

He shuffled off to the kitchen after that, reappearing a minute later with a big tray. “Ta daaa!” he declared, setting it in the middle of the table.

“Pizza?” I laughed.

“Homemade. Mostly.”

“Mostly?” I teased.

“Ok, maybe I didn’t make the dough, but the rest of it.”

“Cute,” I grinned, tipping my head so Aston could peck my lips before sitting down.

“You always used to complain that I didn’t cook enough,” Aston said, “And I must say I think I’ve been doing a pretty good job of it.”

“You sure have,” I replied, “You cook more than me now.”

“Maybe we should switch back?” Aston joked, serving me a slice of pizza and some salad, “Just to make things back to how they were?”

“Oh stop!” I laughed.

I bit into the pizza, sighing with happiness as I got some food in my belly. My husband had seriously warn me out!

“So I’m off the rest of this week,” Aston said, “Is there anything you want to do before work picks up again?”

“Hmm…” I mused, “Could we go somewhere? Like a road trip?”

“Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know… somewhere special? Is there somewhere you can think of?”

“Hmm…” Aston mumbled, playing with his fork.

“I mean if not, we could go to the beach or the country or wherever… I just thought if there was a place that was special to us it might be good to revisit.”

“Let me think,” Aston said, a glint already in his eye, “I’ll sort something out.”

I smiled at him, taking another bite of pizza as he tapped his finger on the table in thought. I knew he already had a place on his mind, he always did, and now I was annoyed that I’d pretty much let him make it into a surprise.

After the pizza Aston had some chocolate cake he’d bought, and together we sat side by side at the kitchen table, our knees touching, and devoured it.

“Let me clean the dishes,” I told him as we finished up.

“We’ll do them together,” he said, grabbing our empty plates.

In the kitchen we took our places side by side at the sink. I washed the dishes and then passed them to Aston to dry and put away.

“We can do this right?” Aston asked me as he set down the last plate, “You and me?”

“What?”

“I don’t want to stop trying to find your memory or jinx it or anything, but if you don’t find it… We can still do this right? Be married and have our happily ever after?”

I stared at him, as he stood in front of me, wide-eyed and nervous, “I think so,” I nodded.

“Just tell me how you want to do this,” Aston said, “If you want to have a new wedding, a new house, any of it. We’ll keep searching for your memory, but if there is anything I can do to make things between us even better just tell me ok?”

“You’re doing a pretty bang up job as it is,” I grinned, pulling him closer to me by his t-shirt, “Just keep being your amazing self and things should be fine.”

“As you wish,” Aston smiled, repeating what he’d said to me in the bedroom hours earlier. Carefully I dragged him even closer, catching his lips with mine as he sealed his promise with a kiss.