⚠️ Sexual themes throughout; please skip if you aren't comfortable with this or if you're under 18⚠️

Our room was on the top floor of the hotel, meaning we had a short walk along the corridor, a lift to the penthouse, and then a short walk to the door of our room, the only room on the floor. As we made the short journey hand in hand, we spoke of the events of the day, the faces of our family members, and how glad we were that it hadn't rained. We stepped into the elevator, waiting patiently to reach the top floor, before Leah took a step towards me, placed a loving kiss on my lips, and wrapped her arm around my waist to pull me closer to her.

"Today was everything, Soph. Everything and more, so much more." She whispered.
"We made it."
"That we did."

The beep of the elevator let us both know that we had reached our floor. Leah kept her arm wrapped around my waist as we walked towards the door and swiped the key card on the lock to open it. Nothing was rushed; it didn't need to be. We made our way across the doorway, letting the door shut behind us and stopping with my back against the wall.

"I love you, Le." I breathed out.
"I love you, Soph. I love you."
"The room is nice." Fuck sake, Sophie.
"Hey, it's just me. Don't be nervous, Soph." Leah whispered, resting her forehead against mine.
"You always know." I chuckled.
"I'm your wife; it's my job."
"You've been waiting all day to say that line." I jibed.
"You always know."
"I'm your wife; it's my job."
"I've been waiting all day to hear that line."

We slowly made our way towards the bed, stopping at the edge of it, both anticipating what was to come. Leah ran her hands up the sides of my dress, following an imaginary trail from my sides to my back, and stopped when she had the zip between her fingers.

"Can I?"
"Always."

She pulled the zip slowly, savouring every moment of this buildup and kissing across every part of my neck, gently and with no rush. As the dress became looser, Leah's eyes dropped to my body, pulling on the fabric gently until it collapsed to the floor with a gentle thud.

"Fuck." Leah whispered, her eyes scanning across my body as if she'd never seen it before.

I let out a chuckle, feeling my cheeks go red at the compliment, before repeating the same process with Leah's dress.

"You get more perfect every time I look at you, you know."

Leah's turn to blush.

Leah sat upright at the top of the bed, the pillows behind her, as she guided me to sit on top of her. Her left hand rested on my thigh, and her right ran up and down my back as our lips reconnected again.

"You make me feel so many new things." Leah whispered, pulling back from the kiss.
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Ways I didn't know I could feel. My stomach feels like it might explode with butterflies right now." She chuckled gently.
"I've got them too." I whispered, placing kisses from her mouth to her jaw and then to her neck.

Leah leant her head back, letting gentle breaths escape her mouth every few kisses as my tongue trailed across her neck to her pulse point, and I gently bit down on it.

"Soph." She whimpered.
"You're so beautiful." I smiled.

We connected our lips again, every movement filled with more love than the moment before, and neither of us knew how that could be possible.

"This is amazing, and we haven't even started yet." Leah breathed out.
"Yeah, it's intense. In all the right ways."

Still not rushing, we took time to savour the moment and to say all the things we had been thinking throughout the day. Emotions were mixed; our eyes were happy but tearful as we lived inside the happiest bubble we had been in throughout our entire relationship.

"I still can't believe you literally hired a secret choir." I chuckled.
"I wanted it to be special—different but special."
"Have I told you how much I love you yet?"
"No." She smiled cheekily.
"I love you. I love you. I love you." I whispered in between kisses.
"You know what I can't stop thinking about?"
"What, Le?"
"Back when we walked up your dad's driveway to go to yours that Christmas. Do you remember when I brushed my fingers against yours?"
"I remember." I nodded.
"I thought about kissing you so many times that night. I kept moving on the sofa in the hope you would sit down beside me."
"I wanted to; I just didn't want to embarrass myself." I chuckled.
"I was too scared to ask you to."
"I really can't wait to have a baby with you."
"I love hearing you say that, Soph."

She placed her hand on the back of my head, carefully pulling me towards her as she gently traced her tongue across my neck, letting it fall down my chest, expertly nipping at my skin, then pulling it into her mouth and sucking gently.

I knew both of us could feel the heat radiating between our legs, close but not yet touching. Removing the last piece of material blocking us, we moved back to the same position and continued where we'd left off, switching roles so Leah could feel the same pleasure that she had been giving me before she rolled me onto my back, kissing from my lips down to the bottom of my stomach and back up again, positioning herself on top of me with her hands holding her up either side of my head, her body pressed firmly against mine, and coming back to my lips.

"I love feeling your skin touching mine." She whispered in between kisses.
"Me too, Le." I swallowed.
"Did you think about tonight? What it would be like?" She asked, her voice low.
"Yeah."
"Tell me about it. You know I love to hear you, Soph. Tell me what you thought about." She said, unable to hide the moan that escaped halfway through her sentence.
"I thought of all of this. You kissing me like this, touching every part of me. I thought of you on top of me, feeling your skin against mine, hearing you moan into my neck like you are."

Her hips began to thrust against me, an obvious sign that this verbal intimacy was working her up even more than she already was, something I already knew was her weakness.

"What else, Soph?" She moaned.
"I thought about you touching me; I knew I'd be soaking wet for you."
"Are you?"
"Yes."

Just at that moment, Leah's thrusting hit the perfect angle, our bodies rubbing against each other in all the right places, and both of us let out hushed sounds at the feeling.

"God, Le. Do that again."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, please."

She began to move back and forth, letting our bodies provide all we needed to make the movement glide pleasurably. As her body tired, Leah sat up slightly, bringing one of my legs in closer so she could use it for balance before she began grinding against me again, much faster this time but still with a gentle edge.

"You're so beautiful, Le." I groaned.
"I'm so in love with you." She breathed out, moving with speed to increase the friction, lips parted, and eyes closed.

I placed my hands on either side of her hips, leaning my head back into the pillows to control my breathing. Suddenly, Leah stopped and moved her body away from me, gently interlocking our fingers.

"I don't want to finish yet. That was close." She chuckled gently, reaching down to kiss my lips again.

Her hand found my hair; the other ran across my stomach, and I let my legs fall further open as some kind of invitation. She followed a path from my stomach to my core, running her fingers across me so lightly I could barely feel it.

"Touch me." I pleaded.
"Sh, Soph. I got you."

Without warning, her fingers dipped, finding the perfect spot, running a circle around it, and moving back down.

"Yes." I groaned.
"You like that?"
"Yeah. Please give me more."

Knowing I needed it, Leah applied more pressure every time she repeated the movement, letting her fingers dip further inside every time. I reached out for her body, letting my hand fall between her legs and rubbing my thumb gently across her core so as not to overstimulate. The action caused her to push two fingers inside me, hard and deep, almost like an automatic reaction.

"Fucking hell. Don't stop."
"Let me hear you, Soph. Let me hear you." She panted.

She moved her fingers in and out slowly at first, speeding up with every thrust. With her other hand, she found mine, pulling on two of my fingers and pushing them inside herself, immediately making us both even wetter.

"That was fucking hot." I winced.
"I need you, Soph. I need you inside me."
"You do what you need to me and I'll do it to you." I whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, show me."

The thrusting continued for another while until Leah stopped moving her fingers out of me and instead curled the tips over and over again, making me follow her movement. My eyes stayed glued to her core as I waited for her orgasm.

"I'm so close." She whimpered, struggling to continue her own hand movements inside me.
"Move this leg." I commanded, pulling one of her legs to the other side of my stomach, wanting her positioned above my stomach.

She leaned back, hand between my legs again, as my fingers continued bending inside of her.

"Soph." She used her other hand to pull on my hair.
"Keep going." I whispered, referencing her hips, which were now moving back and forth of their own accord.
"The bed. Your stomach." She chuckled.
"It'll be worth it."

That was all it took for Leah's orgasm to erupt as I watched intently. She collapsed onto my body, lazily connecting our lips together and kissing me slowly.

"I'm so in love with you." She whispered.
"I'm so in love with you."

With every kiss, Leah's hand crept further down my body until her fingers were gently making circles again.

"Tell me what you want, Soph." She moaned into my ear.
"You, Le. I want you." I whimpered.
"Like this?" She slowly entered a finger inside me.
"Yes." I grabbed at the bedsheets.
"More?"
"Yes."
"I love you." She whispered as she entered a second finger.
"I love you." I managed between breaths.

Her movements gradually sped up, her eyes glued to my body as it arched on the bed. Hearing Leah moan without even being touched, or just simply from watching me, had always made me even more turned on than I already was.

"One more kiss." She smiled sweetly, breaking the sexual moment for a more tender one.
"I love you, Le. I love you."
"I love you, Soph. Hold my hand." She whispered.

Hand interlaced with mine, Leah made her way down my body, letting out a long and lengthy moan against my core as her mouth connected with it. My other hand went to her hair, her hand squeezing down on mine with every moan that left my lips.

"Le, go inside me again. Please." I begged.

She continued stimulating me with her mouth as she slowly slid two fingers back inside me, speeding up once she knew I was comfortable. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, but her mouth stopped every few seconds, and she looked at her fingers before she carried on. Until she spoke again.

"Soph?"
"Yeah?"
"Is this enough?" She asked, a little timid.
"What do you mean? Don't stop."
"I'm not going to stop, babe. Will it hurt if I -"
"No, go. Give me more. Please."
"Just checking." She smiled before pulling her fingers out and pushing back in with three.
"I love that. I love watching this." She groaned.
"You can watch. I'll -" I began as my own fingers moved down, moaning as I made circles.
"Fucking hell, Soph. God." She grunted, losing control with her fingers now, something I wasn't complaining about.

She was going hard and deep, but in the most loving and tender way. Flicking her eyes between the show I was putting on and my face to check that I was still comfortable. The perfect balance.

"Le, I'm so close." I whimpered.

In one swift movement, she lowered her head again, moving my fingers away with her tongue as her own fingers continued inside of me, letting my hand clamp around hers as my orgasm washed over me, and not stopping until I was jerking away from her mouth with sensitivity.

"That was - amazing." I said as I pulled her up beside me.
"Everything about today has been amazing, Soph. Every single thing."

We lay gazing into each other's eyes, hands tied up in each other's hair, and bodies as tight together as we could get them.

"Do you want to have a boy or a girl?" I whispered, breaking the few minutes of content silence.
"A boy, you?"
"Me too. I love Liv, but girls are hard." I chuckled.
"I can't wait to have a baby with you." Leah smiled, placing a peck on my nose.
"When do you want to try again?" I smirked.
"Tonight."
"I wish. I didn't even think of that." I sighed.
"I did."
"You did?"
"Yeah, it's in my bag. That's why I didn't want Liv going in it earlier." She chuckled.
"Fuck, Le." I whispered, connecting my lips to hers again.
"You want it?" She asked cautiously.
"Yeah, if you're tired, though -"
"I'm so not tired, Soph." She chuckled, attentively stroking her fingers against my cheek.

This was something I had always expected to be awkward; apart from the odd one-night stand, I had never used any type of toy in bed with someone else. With Leah, though, it wasn't awkward; during a night of goodbye sex before she left for a CL match, I had said something that clearly got Leah thinking, and a few days after she returned, she broached the topic again as we lay together on the sofa.

Flashback:

"Soph?" Leah mumbled against my chest.
"Yeah?"
"Can I talk to you about something? Something a bit - I don't know - awkward maybe?"
"Anything, what's going on?" I asked, moving my fingers through her hair.
"You know the other night?"
"Which night?"
"Before I left for Lyon?"
"Yeah?"
"When you said you wished you could feel me when we lay in that position, did you mean it?"
"Le, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like I wasn't satisfied or anything; I was. I really was." I sighed, thinking my words had hurt her.
"No, I know that. Have you ever, like, felt that with a girl before?" She asked quietly, her awkwardness making me realise what she meant.
"Yeah. Have you?"
"No." She said quietly.
"Why do you ask, Le?"
"Was it awkward? Like when they were putting it on and stuff?"
"Not really; it just kinda happened in the moment."
"Did you like it?"
"Yeah." I mumbled, very aware that I was talking about sleeping with someone who wasn't her.
"Would you want that again?"
"It would depend."
"On what?"
"Whether you did or not. If you did, then yeah; if not, then that's fine too. It's not something I feel that we need, but it is good." I chuckled.
"I think about it a lot sometimes." Leah blushed.
"We can try it—no pressure, though." I smiled, reassuring her.

It wasn't long before Leah and I had placed an order online, with Leah getting awkward from the minute the box arrived. I expected it would make an appearance some night after a few glasses of wine, but in the heat of the moment one sober Thursday evening, it became apparent that wine wouldn't be needed. No part of getting ready was awkward; we simply connected our lips as Leah got used to the fit of the straps and turned out the lights to make herself a little more comfortable.

"Promise to tell me if it hurts?" She asked softly.
"I promise." I whispered as I placed my hand over the one she had placed on my shoulder.

Leah was gentle, careful, and slow as she began, judging her actions by my reactions. It was hard to decide whether my pleasure was coming from the toy or the sound of her breathing, as she almost enjoyed it more than me.

"Is this okay?" She asked sheepishly.
"Yes, Le. Yes."
"Does it feel okay?"
"Yeah, really good. I promise."
"It's—it feels good for me too."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, Soph. Really good. Can I go a little faster?"
"Whatever you're comfortable with, Le. I trust you, and I love you."
"I love you, Soph."

I wrapped my arm around her neck, pulling her forehead to mine as our lips, which were slightly parted, touched every few seconds, turning into a kiss every once in a while. It was clear that this was causing a whole new level of connection, a type of intimacy that was solely based on trust, openness, and unconditional love.

"I really like this." Leah breathed out.
"Yeah, Le?"
"Yeah. I feel closer than ever to you. I know that's silly, but I - fuck - I feel so close to you, Soph."
"I feel it too."
"Soph?"
"You okay?"
"I think—I'm going to—I'm sorry—I know it's only been a few minutes—I'm so close."
"Me too, Le. Now?"
"Now." She whimpered.

Neither of us had lasted long that night, falling in love with this newfound intimacy that we had found, trying almost every position, and both of us using it over the next few days. One position in particular had always been our favourite, though.

— — — —

It hadn't taken long for Leah to jump out of bed and rummage through her bag; the process of getting ready now much quicker after a lot of practise runs. I think we both expected that our wedding night would be full of fast-paced, heavy, and desperate sex, but it was the complete opposite. Every moment had been soft, loving, and attentive.

"You good, babe?" Leah asked, bringing my hand to her lips and lovingly kissing my wedding ring.
"Perfect." I nodded.

Moans, heavy breaths, and moments of silence filled the room as she began slowly and gradually began to speed up. My hand gripped hers until my knuckles went white, and the other grabbed at the bedsheets as I struggled to keep my eyes away from every part of her body.

"I can't get you close enough." I chuckled.
"Turn around."

Leah gently rolled me onto my side, positioning herself behind me and wrapping her arms tightly around my body. Her lips gently grazed over my shoulder as she slowly restarted her movements.

"I love you." I whispered, moving my head back towards her chest.
"I love you, Soph. I love you more than anything." She squeezed my body a little tighter.
"This has always been my favourite."
"Mine too. I love holding you like this." She said softly as she placed kisses across my shoulders.

I struggled to remember a time when I had ever felt so close to her, the feeling tonight replicating the feeling I had felt the first time we had done anything: the nerves, the complete desire for one another, and the closeness.

Flashback:

The night before had been one of the best nights of my life. Leah's level of effort to pull off a New Year's Eve-themed night just to make our first kiss special filled me with every emotion possible. I lay quietly beside her, stroking her hair as I watched her eyes flutter open.

"It wasn't a dream." She smiled.
"What wasn't?" I chuckled.
"Last night, I was so afraid it was just a really good dream."
"It wasn't a dream." I whispered.

Leah and I were in full agreement that we would both shower and then climb back into bed and spend the few hours we had left just being in the arms of one another before distance would separate us. We did that, at least for a while, until we found ourselves in the middle of a somewhat heated kiss. Hands snaking up and down each other's bodies but never really going anywhere.

"I really like you, Sophie." Leah spoke softly.
"I really like you too." I smiled.

Each time we connected our lips again, one of us built up the courage to go that little bit further, but eventually we broke apart, neither of us wanting to be the one to overstep the boundaries. I did wonder if she was as turned on as I was, though.

We turned our attention back to the TV, and I turned onto my side with my leg over Leah's and my fingers tracing little circles on her stomach over the material of her top. Her hand moved lower down my back, almost like we were playing some kind of who will go first game. I gently moved her T-shirt up, allowing my fingers to trace across the skin of her stomach instead. A shaky breath left her mouth as she tried hard to disguise it.

"Sorry." She whispered.
"Don't be, I liked it." I reassured her, my fingers tracing the waistband of her shorts, but nerves stopped them.
"Sophie?"
"Yeah?"
"That feels really good."
"Yeah?" I let my fingers slip along the inside of her waistband.
"Yeah."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Keep going. If you want to, obviously."

My questions as to whether she was as turned on as me or not were answered as my fingers came into contact with her core, a small moan leaving my mouth at the feeling.

"Is this okay?"
"Yeah, Soph. Yeah." She nodded nervously.

It wasn't long until Leah came crashing over the edge, running her hand through my hair as she regulated her breathing.

"You feeling okay?" I asked as I snuggled into her side.
"Yeah. more than okay."

She reached down to kiss me again, moving me onto my back and trying to follow the same routine as I had, but I could feel the shaking of her hands on my stomach. Every time her hand moved slightly towards my core, she would u-turn and attempt to act like she was just savouring the moment. As much as I wanted her, I couldn't let her do something she was so clearly unsure of.

"You don't have to. I'm happy with your cuddles, you know."
"I want to. It's just - sorry - ignore me."
"You can talk to me."
"I've - it's - only one person before." Her cheeks turned pink.
"That doesn't matter."
"It does if I'm awful." She chuckled nervously.
"We can stop, Le. Honestly, I won't be annoyed or anything." I said softly.
"Le." She whispered softly at the nickname.
"Yeah, Le." I smiled.
"If I do something that doesn't feel good, you'll tell me, right?"
"Of course."

It became obvious quite quickly that Leah had nothing to be worried about, her confidence growing with every noise that left my mouth. As I came tumbling back into her arms, she let out a breath of relief, followed by a kiss on my forehead.

"I'm going to fall so hard for you." I sighed through a chuckle.
"I already am." Leah mumbled into my neck.

— — — —

"You okay, Soph?" Leah whispered, climbing back into bed beside me.
"Perfect. I will move in a minute; my legs are like jelly." I chuckled.
"You don't need to move; I'm here."

She wrapped her arms around me, skin pressed tightly against my own and lips pressing kisses along my shoulder blades. After a few moments of rest, I turned my body to face her, smiling at her as I stroked her hair back from her face.

"I didn't ever think I could love anyone as much as I love you, Leah."
"Where did that come from?" Leah's eyes glazed over at my sudden declaration.
"I just felt it in my heart, so I said it." I shrugged.
"You're so beautiful, Soph."
"Are you joking? I would say my make-up is everywhere, and don't even get me started on my hair." I chuckled.
"And still so beautiful." Leah smiled, pressing a kiss to my nose.

Leah traced patterns across my back until my eyes began to flutter shut, my body jolting every time it tried to sleep.

"What's wrong, Soph?"
"I keep nearly falling asleep." I huffed.
"I know; I'm trying to help you get to sleep. Is something on your mind?"
"No. I just don't want to fall asleep because then the day is over, and I don't want it to ever be over, so I think I'll just never sleep again."
"C'mere, Soph, you idiot." Leah chuckled affectionately.

I followed Leah's breathing until my brain switched off enough to allow me to fall asleep. I woke a few hours later to the feeling of Leah getting back into bed.

"Where did you go?" I whined.
"Don't do that voice; it breaks my heart." Leah whispered.
"But I woke up, and you weren't here." I huffed.
"I only went to the bathroom." She chuckled.
"I missed you."
"Yeah? In your sleep?"
"Mhmm."
"You're so cute, Soph."
"Hold me closer, please."

She didn't speak; she just pulled me closer to her. My arm fell over her stomach, her legs tangled in mine, and my face fell perfectly at her neck. A smirk came over my face as I placed gentle kisses across it, hearing her breathing change almost immediately.

"Can you keep doing that for a while?" Leah asked softly.
"Mhmm."
"This is bringing back so many memories of that night we stayed at my mum's." Leah chuckled.
"I won't ever forget that. I couldn't look at her for like four weeks. She would come into work, and I would literally hide." I shook my head before going back to her neck.

Flashback

Leah and I had thought getting a new kitchen fitted would be a straightforward idea, until the time came and we had no heating or hot water. As usual, Amanda came to our rescue, telling us we could stay in Leah's old bedroom until the heating was back on, at least. We were on day three of having no privacy, and the more we knew we couldn't, the more we wanted to.

As we lay in bed that night, I decided there was no harm in a little bit of teasing, kissing across Leah's neck and sucking on it gently.

"You need to touch me, Soph. Please." Leah whispered, pushing my hand down her stomach.
"Your mum is literally downstairs, Leah." I chuckled.
"She's not going to come in; you started this. Please touch me."
"Nope."
"Soph." Leah whispered, giggling slightly.
"Nope."

Deciding her only option was to make me feel the same way she did, she moved her attention to me, sliding her hands around my thighs and moaning quietly into my ear.

"You're not winning this one; we are not sleeping together when your mum is downstairs." I chuckled.
"Okay fine." Leah huffed.

Easier than I expected.

"I love you." I whispered, placing another kiss on her neck.
"You can at least keep doing that."
"Okay, I can do that."

She continued to let out whispered moans, conscious that her mum was watching TV just downstairs. She didn't seem as frustrated as before, and it wasn't until I moved my hand down her stomach that I realised why.

"Oh my god." I moaned louder than expected.
"Shh." Leah chuckled.
"That is so—whyyyy are you doing this to me?" I groaned.
"I asked you so many times to touch me."

She's loving this.

"Leah, we can't. Stop. I can't know you're doing that and just lying here." I sighed.
"Who said you have to do that?" She smirked.
"We are not sleeping together. If your mum comes in, I will actually die."
"Don't sleep with me then; come here." She whispered.

I rolled back onto my side, burying my head back into Leah's neck and kissing my way across it again, stopping briefly as she spoke.

"I'm so turned on." She whimpered.
"Me too." I sighed, my own hand snaking between my legs.
"Fuck. Now I really can't stop."

Just as Leah and I were about to reach our peak together, the door burst open. Leah was calm; I just stayed buried in her neck, dying a little inside.

"I was coming to ask if Sophie wanted tea; is she asleep?" Amanda whispered.
"Yeah. I don't want to wake her."
"No worries. Goodnight, bubba."

I heard the door close but stayed frozen. Leah began to chuckle as she noticed how awkward I had gotten.

"She's gone, Soph."
"I can't believe I let you talk me into that. I can never look at her again, Le. We're going to have to move countries."
"She just thinks you were sleeping." Leah chuckled.
"Yeah, but I wasn't. And - I know I wasn't. Somehow, that makes it worse. I can't—I actually can't—how am I ever going to look at her again?"
"C'mere, Soph. You're so dramatic." Leah chuckled, placing a kiss on my forehead and wrapping her arms around me.

— — — —

"I can't believe you've just let me recreate that night." Leah chuckled, completely out of breath.
"I'm glad the ending was different."
"Me too; it would be really weird if my mum had walked in again."
"Don't. I have PTSD."

At some point, we eventually fell asleep again, waking the following morning with a feeling of tiredness that could not be described. I groggily opened my eyes, unable to peel my gaze away from Leah. She looked so peaceful, and if I looked closely enough, I could see the faintest of smiles on her face as she slept. I searched for my phone to check the time, noticing a whole host of notifications.

Ireland Meets England

Amanda
Yesterday was just beautiful. How are you two today?

Rhys
Probably still sleeping, I would say! What time did you all leave, Jacob?

Jacob
We left after 4, those two snuck off to bed lol

Rhys
Say no more

Jacob
🤐

Holly
My head is banging

Rhys
I would say so; you were so far gone when we left hahah

Holly
My last memory is dancing on the table and falling off it lol

Bernie
Ffs Holly

Amanda
The girls must be dead to the world

Jacob
Or?

Amanda
Jacob!

Liv
They are still sleeping

Rhys
How do you know?

Liv
Auntie Sophie hasn't texted me yet

Rhys
Ok miss important

Liv
Ok

Sophie
I'm awake now, Leah's still sleeping lol. Everyone get home/back to hotels safe etc?

Amanda
Yeah, all home safe on this side x

Jacqueline
All at hotel safe this side too x

Sophie
Good. We lunching today? I'm so hungry!

Amanda

That's all the dancing!

Jacob
....

Sophie
Fuck off Jacob lol

Jacob
I didn't say a word

Sophie
You insinuated

Jacob
Insinuated what?

Sophie
Fuck off

Liv
Auntie Sophie that is not very nice

Jacob
Yeah Sophie

Rhys
Yeah Sophie

Jacqueline
Yeah Sophie

Holly
Yeah Sophie

Bernie
Yeah Sophie

Sophie
Omg I'm away back to bed you bullies

Jacob
Leah will be glad

Liv
Leah is asleep she said

Jacob
Mhmmm

Liv
I don't understand

Rhys
He just means yeah, Liv. Ignore him

Holly
😂

"What're you giggling at?" Leah's croaky voice spoke.
"Your brother is making sex jokes, and Liv is protesting that you're asleep." I chuckled.
"God, he's such a windup."

Leah rested her head on my chest, breathing in my scent.

"I wouldn't do that; I haven't showered."
"Irrelevant."
"We napping again?" I croaked, wrapping my arms around her body.
"Always up for napping with you, Soph." She smiled, pressing a lingering kiss against my forehead.

Our bodies moulded together, and our breathing patterns matched.

"I can't believe you're my wife." Leah whispered, her finger running around my wedding ring.
"I don't remember a time when I've ever been as happy, Le." I whispered into her skin as I interlocked our fingers.
"This is the best feeling in the world; I can't find the word to describe it."
"Belonging." I whispered.
"Yeah, belonging."