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I smile at him as I raise an eyebrow. “A lot?”
“Yeah. A lot. Let’s rewrite our ending, baby. Please. I know it’s me, I’ve got to be honest. Clear. One hundred percent, true and loyal. I can’t promise I won’t fuck up, that I won’t get it wrong. But please, Angel? One last chance?”
“Max, we’re like something straight out of anAvril Lavignesong.” I chuckle.
“Why? Because I’m a punk and you probably studied ballet as a kid?” The muscles in his chest almost vibrate with laughter.
“Exactly.” I look into his eyes.
“Yeah, but, Angel, we get to rewrite it all. To give it a go, this weird push and pull. This desperate attraction that created a baby. That could create love. That could be the best damn thing to ever happen to each of us.” He leans in, pushes a strand of hair behind my ear.
“But, Max, I don’t want it all to blow up in our faces. We need to be right, good for the baby. Because half of me is screaming at me that we shouldn’t do this. That I’m too nervous, that we could bend, but we could also break and none of that is good or healthy for us or the baby. I’m scared, Max.”
He nods, like he’s agreeing with me as he runs his knuckles down my cheek.
“But what does the other half of you want, Angel?” he asks me in a whisper, and my breath hitches at his close proximity.
“You. I want you so badly I could scream. For you to hold me like you did before. For you to love me so well and so thoroughly and so beautifully. For you to bring this baby into the world with me and love it with that open, honest love that you are all about, Max Baines. To love me like that, for the rest of our lives maybe. But I’m not sure we can, Max. One kiss and I’m under your spell. I’ve been under your spell for a long, long time and I’m not sure if… If I should. If we should. I don’t know. I just—”
He cuts my rant off by pushing his lips to mine. His tongue tracing the outline of my lips and I open willingly for him as our bodies mould together as he pulls me tighter to him and I cling onto his t-shirt. His kisses are so overwhelming I feel like I’ll lose balance.
“My Angel,” he mumbles as he pulls his lips from mine and rests his forehead on mine.
“I love you, Angel. I know it’s too soon and I know you probably don’t want or need to hear it yet, but I love you with everything I am. I’m yours. All of me. My stupid fragile broken heart. My house, my music, my life, my love. It’s yours, baby. All yours.”
“Max, I’m so scared. This is so big, and I’ve always had to play this strong role as a manager, and I’ve never been so unsure of a decision in my life.”
“Hey, let me show you something else, okay?” he says, and I nod, taking his hand in mine, he leads me out of the nursery and down the hall to the other door, opposite his, he reaches for the brushed chrome handle, turns it and gently pulls me in to the room.
“Now I don’t want to force you. You don’t have to move in, you don’t even have to stay the night, but if you ever wanted to you could. I want to do this right with you and with the baby, and I’m sure there will be nights we don’t want to be apart for her sake. So, I thought maybe you could have your own space here. A home away from home?”
I lose my breath for what must be the hundredth time tonight. I smile up at him as my eyes travel around the room. There’s what looks like a king size bed with what could only be described as the thickest most luxurious duvet I’ve ever seen, covered in throws and cushions. A wardrobe, a desk and what looks like a matching dressing table. Frames on the walls with some of my favourite record sleeves in them. A bookshelf full of all the classics.
I turn back to Max.
“Max, it’s… This is… Max, it’s perfect,” I assure him as I can’t decide what I want to look at more. This perfect room or the beautiful man in the middle of it, who clearly conducted the whole thing. “I want to fling my arms around you. I want to kiss you long and slow, but we need these boundaries don’t we. So, we don’t do anything stupid. So, we don’t get it wrong. Max, this is so perfect.”
His smile is as wide as a Cheshire cats as he looks at me. Mine is pretty damn big too.
“Boundaries.” He nods. “I agree. We need to know what we are, what we’re always going to be for the baby. I hope that means you’ll agree to me taking you on a few dates? Even if we do come home to the same house and just sleep in different rooms.”
I nod.
“I’d love that,” I tell him.
“But, Ali?”
“Yes?”
“That kiss? The long and slow one?” he asks me, I can see his tongue in his cheek.
“I’ll take that one now please, Angel?” he says with that cheeky smile that I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to resist.
“Gladly, Mr Baines.” I smile as I launch myself into his arms and kiss the ever-loving shit out of him.
