Typically Me [BxB]

Chapter Eighten ~FINAL CHAPTER~

 Footsteps on the stairs.

 I turned to the door just as he entered, the biggest grin on his face. His eyes were tired, but so were all of ours; a decent night’s sleep wasn’t worked into parenthood. I couldn’t help but smile like a maniac whenever I saw him. He was just so gorgeous. And he was just as much Amelie’s father as I was.

 His hair had reverted back from its turquoise phase to its natural dark brown and it was slightly longer now than when I’d first met him. I could see the love in his dark brown eyes as he looked at me, and my heart couldn’t help but flutter. He was wearing a plain black shirt, a fashionable black cardigan with a white stripe around the collar, black jeans and Converses. Oh, the hotness…

 “Ash, we should leave if we wanna get to the restaurant on time.” he said quietly and I sighed. I turned to my mother as the panic flared up inside me; I had to leave Amelie behind.

 “For pity sake, Ashton, you’re the father not the mother. Grow a pair and give me my granddaughter!” mum snapped, holding out her arms.

 Ray laughed and my siblings chuckled. I frowned and reluctantly handed her Amelie, kissing my child on the forehead gently. She was nearly asleep now, bless. I went round one by one and said goodbye to my family, as did Ray, and looked back one last time before leaving the room.

 “Are you sure you-”

 “Shut up!” mum called back.

 Ray laughed and held out his hand to me. I took it and we shut the front door behind us. We walked hand in hand to the station and caught a train to the inner city, going to some fancy restaurant. Neither of us would’ve minded a simple McDonald’s, to be honest, but it was nice to finally have some quiet time. I suppose. I was dangerously close to becoming one of those parents who never left their child’s side.

 “Don’t even think about phoning home to check in on them. Your mother has raised you and Bart and Lisa, she’s now raising Isaac and she loves Amelie just the same. I want you to myself for the whole night.” Ray said with a wink as we were seated at our table.

 We glanced over the menu but didn’t really care to spend too much time deliberating. I held his hand over the deep red table cloth, and he looked ridiculously beautiful in the dim candlelight.

 “D’you remember when we sat in the coffee shop and we talked about living together when we were older?” I asked him. His smile got even bigger, if that were possible.

 “Yeah, I remember. I thought it would be a couple of years later on than this, though.” he chuckled.

 “Me too. Never thought it would be like this, did we?”

 We’d thought we’d just be a normal couple, be in love, live together, see where life took us. Instead we had been thrown together, stuck together by choice, we were living with my ex-girlfriend, who was the mother of my child, and Ray’s half-sister also.

 Not exactly the quiet life we’d planned.

 I leant forward across the table and kissed him softly on the lips.

 “I love you, Ray.” I said quietly.

 “I love you too, Ash.” he replied.

Five years later…

 Sunlight bathed my hand with warmth as I placed my front door keys on the kitchen counter. The window was open slightly and for once it was a proper summer’s day. A light breeze was rustling the tree outside and everything was peaceful…