Untouchable

Chapter 26

Ruth was glad to step off that plane and step into her Dad’s arms as he met Ruth and Noah at the airport.

                “You two look so tanned.” John chuckled as he hugged his daughter and son-in-law.

                “How’s everyone been since we left?” Ruth asked,

                “Lyssa has a boyfriend.” John whispered to the pair of them, as if it were a deadly secret that no one must know.

                “Ooh, who?” Noah asked, chuckling in a little shock.

                “We’ve been on FaceTime with him, he’s called Connor Prince, he’s tall, doing the same course as Lyss, and is very charming, though Northern.” John explained as they headed to the car, he took Ruth’s suitcase from her hand. Noah took hold of Ruth’s and squeezed it a little, hoping she felt better after being sick that morning.

                “How Northern?” Ruth asked cautiously.

                “Yorkshire.”

                “Where?”

                “Leeds.”

                “Is he a chav?”

                “He goes to Bath University, Ru, I doubt he’s a chav.” Noah chuckled as John lifted the cases into the car boot. Ruth sat shotgun, Noah behind her, and John drove them away from the airport.

                “He still could be a chav.” Ruth said, crossing her arms in a miniature girly strop. Noah and John simply chuckled at Ruth’s pathetic argument.

                “Did you guys enjoy the honeymoon though?” John asked, digressing totally.

                “Yeah, turns out Ruth loves Cyprian ice cream.” Noah chuckled.

                “Ice cream is amazing! Alcohol is far too overrated.” Ruth giggled, looking at her laughing father.

                “You two will do well if you ever have kids; Ruth doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink, and loves ice cream.” John remarked through his chuckles. Ruth blushed and Noah laughed.

                “It will be a long time.” Ruth promised herself. Noah nodded behind her in agreement; he never wanted to push Ruth into something she couldn’t plan.

                “I imagine so. You two will repopulate in your own time.” John teased, “Any idea how many you guys want?”

                “Dad!” Ruth complained.

                “Sorry, but how many? Need to guess roughly how much money we need to save.” John chuckled.               

                “Not too many.” Ruth decided.

                “Number, please, Ruth. You’re normally good at that stuff.”

                “2 or 3.” Ruth decided after a few seconds.

                “I agree.” Noah smiled happily at the idea of Ruth actually wanting children, more than one, just like Noah had always wanted.

                They pulled up in front of the new house, over the past few weeks, everything from the old flat had been moved into the correct rooms in boxes for the couple to organise. They took their suitcases into their already organised bedroom and Ruth shoved all the washing in the washing machine while they sorted out the rest of their scattered belongings between the four-bedroom house. It took the rest of the long afternoon for the house to become half-organised, but eventually the dining room, kitchen, and lounge, as well as Noah’s small study behind the kitchen. At 6pm, they collapsed on the sofa with the TV on and a DVD playing after ordering pizza. Neither could be bothered to cook, and Ruth was feeling exhausted.

                “Glad you’re feeling better now.” Noah whispered, wrapping his arm around his wife’s shoulder.

                “Onsie.” She whispered, kissing his cheek before heading upstairs and stripping into her pink fluffy onsie. She felt her stomach turn again, she ignored it as the doorbell rang. Noah went and answered, paid, and smiled as Ruth slowly plodded down the stairs. Noah took the pizza box into the lounge. Ruth sat next to him and took a piece of ham and pineapple pizza. Ruth struggled to hold it down for a second, but was fine after a couple of mouthfuls. Noah looked at her cautiously as he saw she struggled for a second.

                “You alright, Ru?” Noah whispered, Ruth looked at him and nodded before rushing to the downstairs bathroom and everything coming up again, just making it in time. Noah walked it and tied her hair up, making sure no sick got into the hair he saw as amazing and lovely.

                “I don’t feel too good.” Ruth complained, resting her head on the toilet seat before vomiting again. Noah flushed for her, and she groaned. “I blame you.”

                “Why me?” He chuckled.

                “Because you have a nice dick.” She mumbled. Noah just chuckled silently to himself.

                “What do you mean Ruth?”

                “I never get sick.” She grumbled.

                “You’ve also never been to Cyprus.”

                “And had a lot of sex in one week. Rubbers never do work fully.”

                “What do you mean, Ru?” She vomited again before lifting her head up.

                “I think I’m fucking up the fucking duff.” She complained, tears almost running down her pale cheeks. She felt sick, and not just because she was sick, but because her entire body felt wrong.