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Too Late, Too Late; James+Deborah(OFC), 2001-
Topic Started: March 22, 2011, 1:11 pm (15,641 Views)
Shayniz21
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Finally!!! But come on woman, im dying for them have sex and get back together! Now I know sex isnt the answer but it is part of it! Now, dont take too long to update!
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So sweet and hot HOT HOT! :lol: :biggrin :horns2
Continue! :D
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Thanks for your comments, Shay and Elisabeth! :heart:

Once again, time has flown and before I know, it's been over a week since I've updated. But well, here is the next chapter, probably long awaited in certain terms. :) Do let me know how you like it.


Part 68:

Deborah:

I laughed as we left the restaurant. James had gone crazy with my teasing, James had made me crazy by teasing me back, and we'd barely finished our food. I sort of felt bad because I knew that he had made an effort with tonight, trying to make it as romantic as possible. He'd even arranged for me to get a bouquet of flowers that he had given me just before we left.

But for the past two weeks I had been feeling... good. I had felt as though I might actually enjoy sex and really be able to put everything behind me. James had been wonderful, and more than once, I had actually wanted to take things further. Further than kissing, that is.

I hadn't, though. I had really wanted to be sure. I didn't want to start things out with him just so I could tell him to stop. I didn't want to do that to him. I had wanted to be sure and now I was.

I'd even gone out and gotten myself a new lingerie set. I couldn't even remember how long it had been since I had gotten sexy underwear for myself. Years, probably. I was wearing the set now, hoping that James would like it. If things would get that far, but... I had no reason to suspect they would not.

James parked the car and got out quickly, jogging to the other side to open the door for me. I had barely managed to unbuckle my seatbelt before I was already in his arms and his lips were searching mine.

“What you did at the restaurant... It was so hot,” he whispered into my ear, biting my neck lightly.

“Glad you liked it,” I said, smiling at him. I took his hand and started pulling him towards the house. “I have another surprise for you, but we need to be inside for that.”

He chased me to the door and I screamed as he started tickling my sides. He pulled me to him, placing his hands on my cheeks. I looked at him and frowned at his face. He no longer looked happy. He looked serious and maybe even a little sad.

“What?” I asked him. My heart dropped. I was so sure he would say 'no'. After all this. He didn't want me. Not anymore. I sighed a little and tried to remove his hands from my face.

“Deborah, don't,” he said, not letting me move his hands.

“You don't want me,” I said quietly.

“You can be so stupid at times, do you know that?” he asked me in return. “I want you. I really, really do. So bad. I just want to know if you're sure. I mean, really sure?” I nodded and tried to pull his head closer so that I could kiss him. “Deborah, wait. I don't want to hurt you. Again.” He stroked my lips with his thumb and just kept on looking at me. “Even if you are sure now... if at any point you stop being sure, you tell me. Doesn't matter when that is, you say something, okay? Promise me that.”

I smiled at him. “I promise. But I'm fine. I'm sure. I trust you. I love you. And I want you to make love to me.”

He unlocked the door, pushed me in and kissed me while he kicked the door shut with his foot. We walked upstairs, kissing more or less continuously. I was out of breath by the time we stood by the bed. His hands were going up and down my back, occasionally falling to caress my bottom.

I was suddenly feeling nervous and unsure. Not about me wanting this – I did, badly. And not about him not wanting it, either, I had believed him when he assured me that he wanted me. But I felt nervous about it being good for him.

“What are you thinking?” he asked me, as if he could read my mind.

“Ah...,” I started, nervously moving my finger around one of the buttons on his shirt.

“Having second thoughts?” he suggested.

“No. No, I'm not,” I assured him. “I just... God... It's been a while since... the last time... And I don't want to disappoint you.”

“Sweetie, I'm easy to please in this department. Especially now since it's been a while for me, too.” I grinned at him. “I know, I'm the most romantic guy in the world, but that's the truth. And you've always been good in bed. I promise.” He brushed some hair off my face, leaving his hand behind my neck. “You just need to relax and not worry about this, okay?” His lips came closer to mine and before he kissed me, he repeated, “Okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered, sighing with pleasure when his lips finally touched mine. I wrapped my arms around him, and started tugging his shirt out of his jeans.

When I had managed to unbutton the shirt, he let go of me for the short amount of time he needed to let the shirt fall on the floor. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers.

He kicked the jeans and boxers off, took off his socks and lifted me up. With me on his lap, he sat down on the bed, kneading my breasts through my shirt, his lips traveled down to my neck and as he started lifting my shirt off.

He took it off, leaned back onto the bed, holding me close in his arms, and turned around so that he was laying on top of me. I could feel his dick against my thigh, but he was focused on kissing a trail from my throat to my breasts.

“You look so sexy,” he said hoarsely. I blushed at his words and was about to protest, but he stopped me. “No, don't. You know I'm telling the truth. I'm sure you can feel it.” As if to respond, I moved my thighs just a little, trapping his dick between my legs. He moaned.

“Can you take my pants off?” I whispered to him.

“Yes, ma'am,” he replied, quickly biting one of my nipples through my bra. I sucked in a deep breath that turned into a moan, as I felt his hands opening my pants and his lips kissing the skin being exposed from beneath them.

“Lift your hips, darling,” he instructed and when I obeyed, he pulled my pants off. He kissed my legs, from up to down and back up again.

I gasped as I suddenly felt his finger under my panties, checking if I was wet already. Satisfied, I assume, with his findings, he withdrew his fingers and lowered his head down to suck me through the fabric.

By the time he took my panties off, I was already moaning continuously, bordering an orgasm.

To my dismay, he stopped soon, much too soon, got up on the bed, laying there next to me. He kissed me again, his fingers soon returning to my aching place. One finger slipped into me, followed by another, his thumb circling my clit, applying gentle pressure at times.

He pushed me over the edge when his lips enclosed my nipple in his mouth. I think I screamed out loud, writhing on the bed in near agony as the orgasm washed over me.

I pulled him to me, kissing him deeply. I wrapped my arms around him, with the intention of hugging him close to me, but he used my movement to turn around so that I was, once again, laying on top of him.

His left arm snaked around me, his fingers unhooking my bra. He gently pushed the straps down from my shoulders and soon my bra flew to the floor.

Now there were no barriers between my breasts and his lips, and he took his time tasting them, licking them, sucking on my nipples, softly biting them. His fingers were making their way down south again, and not wanting to be completely passive, I reached to him, stroking him softly. He gave me the occasional moan, until he asked me to stop, saying he really wanted to come inside me, not before. I moved my hand to his neck, stroking his hair. His fingers found a rhythm that made it impossible for me not to come again. I screamed out his name, clenching my thighs around his hand.

“Was that enough for you?” he asked, giving me teasing kisses around my face, neck and breasts.

“Hell no,” I said forcefully. He chuckled, got up, muttering something about a condom. He opened one of the dresser drawers, pulling out a condom. He put in on and walked back to the bed, straddling me. I shivered at the thought of what was about to happen and smiled happily at him. Evening my breath, I kissed him softly, moving my hand from his neck to his back. I pulled him closer to me and sighed as his chest touched mine. He looked deep into my eyes and spoke the words I had been longing to hear, “I love you, Deborah, more than anything. You complete me.”

I didn’t bother replying, I just kissed him. A single tear rolled on my cheek and was soon followed by another one that dropped on my nose. I opened my eyes and saw tears glittering in James’ eyes. I brushed his cheek with my thumb, gathering a few teardrops on my finger. He did the same to me and smiled lovingly.

“You know that I love you, too,” I said finally, wanting to make sure that he really did know it. He nodded and pulled back a little. He thrust into me, slowly, never taking his gaze off my eyes. He remained still for a moment, pulled himself out and thrust into me again. I moaned in pleasure.

He took my hands and lifted them on both sides of my head, entwining his fingers with mine. His lips sought mine for a soft kiss. He didn’t move at all, but I clenched my muscles around him, making him moan for a change.

“You feel so tight, so good,” he whispered, “I love that.”

“I love how you feel, too. This was worth the wait, James.”

“I agree,” he said and then kissed me, again and again. He thrust deeply into me a few times, making me scream out his name. Wanting to make the most of it, I wrapped my legs around his waist, making the access easier. “You feel so good, darling,” he murmured. “Are you close?”

I didn’t trust my voice anymore, so, I only nodded. I reached up to kiss him and moaned louder as he sped up the pace. It only took a few more thrusts until I was clenching around him in orgasm. He let out a series of small groans, closing his eyes. The expression on his face froze and I felt him come, too.

He lay down beside me, wrapping his arms tightly around me. He stroked my back gently and kissed my cheek. “I love you so, so much, honey.”
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Finally, im so glad they had sex. Hopefully now they can move on with putting their relationship back together.
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Good for them!! Hopefully this is the beginning to them solving their issues. Wishing the best for them!!
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And again... Over a week has gone by...

Anyway, thanks for commenting, yet again, Shay! And I_Disappear, thanks for your comment as well! :heart:

Looks like things are going well. For now?


Part 69:

Soon, too soon, James got up and said that he was going to take a shower. He gave me a long kiss before he left, but I wouldn’t have minded some more cuddling. Once I heard the shower running, I decided to get out of bed and followed him into the shower.

He looked surprised to see me there, but not at all displeased. “This is new...”

“There’s a first time for everything,” I said and smiled at him. “Can I join you?”

“Are you kidding? Of course!” He held out his hand and pulled me close to him.

We had never had a shower together. In retrospect, it seemed strange, given that we had had sex in many other “strange” places. Cars, limos, airplanes, small storage rooms at various venues, ...

After... maybe ten minutes or more, I am not too sure, I was pretty preoccupied, James had me pinned between himself and the cold bathroom tiles. The feeling of that – his hot skin and the cold wall – was unbelievable. Anyway, he was kissing me, caressing me...

“James?”

We both jumped at the voice and James put his finger to his lips, asking me to be quiet.

“James, are you okay?” It was Kirk. “You’ve had the shower running for a long time.”

“What is he doing here?” I whispered.

“I don’t know,” James replied. He turned the water stream off. “I’m okay, Kirk. I’ll be out in a sec. Why don't you go wait downstairs?”

“Yeah, sure, I... Oh... You're not alone,” Kirk said. How embarrassing, he must have seen my clothes on the floor.

“Hi Kirk,” I called out, laughing at the same time.

“God, I'm so sorry, I'll let myself out.”

James glanced at me quickly. “No, man, just go wait downstairs, will you?”

We heard Kirk mumble something, closing the door loudly enough for us to hear that. I burst out laughing and James started laughing, too.

“I'm glad he didn't come twenty minutes ago,” I laughed.

“I know! And jeez, the one night Sarah is not here... Someone else interrupts,” he added, laughing, too.

“Well, he didn't interrupt that badly. And since I didn't manage to say this before, it was amazing.” I kissed him, yelping as he lifted me up, pinning me between himself and the wall.

“So... Speaking of the interruption... Is it too late to continue for a bit?” he asked, kissing my jawline, trailing his fingers over my stomach.

“Mm... I can be persuaded to think that it's not,” I said, sighing as he lowered me so that he slid right in.

“I don't have a condom on anymore,” he said quietly.

“You feel better without one,” I replied, not exactly addressing the real situation – the chance of me getting pregnant. Normally, I would probably have thought about the odds of me getting pregnant the one time I had unprotected sex... But then there was Sarah. But surely, it wouldn't happen twice during the same life, right?

He was much faster this time around, pushed harder, slamming me down on him with more force. I bit on his shoulder, not wanting to scream and arouse any suspicions in Kirk's mind.

We both finished quickly, took the actual shower and got dressed. James was quicker than I was and he jogged downstairs to talk to Kirk.

I thought about going downstairs, too, but I didn't want to interrupt them. I figured they probably had some tour stuff to figure out anyway, so, it wouldn't be too interesting for me to listen in on that conversation.

After getting dressed, or more like putting on my robe, I turned to the bed and changed the sheets to new, clean ones. I folded the bedspread and placed it on a chair next to the window. The bed was ready for us to go sleep in now. Once James would come back.

I heard James coming upstairs a while later and I think I heard a car driving away. “He left already?” I asked him.

“Yeah, they wanted to talk about... some... uh, band stuff.”

“They?” I asked. I didn't realize Kirk hadn't come alone.

“Umm... Kirk, Rob and Lars. They all were here.”

“Okay... What band stuff did you have to discuss?”

“Just something about the missed tour dates, no big deal, I won’t bore you with it,” he said. I could hear that he was hiding something from me, but I didn’t want to start questioning him about it. “I did make some sandwiches, you hungry?”

“A bit, I guess,” I said.

“Well, come on then,” he said and took my hand, leading me downstairs.

We sat on the barstools next to the kitchen island and ate the left over sandwiches.

Even if I didn't want to ask James what else they had been talking about, I was curious about it. In a somewhat self-centered way, I figured it must have been about me, because otherwise he would have told me what it was. I tried to tell myself that it wasn't anything serious, but I was still insecure and I could have spent hours and hours trying to imagine what he might be keeping from me. But I wanted to trust him, I had to trust him.

“Sweetie, still around?” I heard him asking.

“Sorry, I was just thinking,” I said, focusing my gaze on James.

“Yeah, you looked like it,” he said and smiled at me. “You wanna eat more or maybe turn in?”

“Bed sounds good.”

It was much too warm to sleep with both a shirt on and under a blanket, so, I gladly left the shirt on the chair where it had been since the morning. Besides, I was feeling so comfortable with James now that sleeping together naked felt completely natural. It had never been like this before.

I got under covers and let James tuck me in. He slid under his blanket, too, and wrapped his arm around my waist. He gave me a soft kiss on the lips.
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For now??? For now???? Please don't tell me there's more drama to come that will kill me!!!! Well, not literally but you know what I mean. Well, I liked this chapter it was cute :) Can't wait for the next one!!!!
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Great chapter! :tu:
Please don't let something mess them up now!!! Just a few more chapters of this loving couple and then you can mess with them, but they're so cute now! :3 Pwetty pwease!

Moar! :biggrin
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Great story! :D

I liked the latest update a lot! :heart:

Hope you update again soon.
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Hey again, girls! I apologize for not being able to update regularly - time just flies by and then suddenly it's been a month or so since the last update. :(

Anyway, I haven't had much motivation to write this for some reason, though there is a lot more to the story yet. But I think I'm going to be wrapping this up in the next chapters...

Hope you enjoy reading this update! And thank you so much for commenting all! :heart:


Chapter 70:

“What are we gonna do now?” he asked.

“Sleep,” I murmured. I had already closed my eyes and I was holding his hand in mine.

He chuckled. “No, I meant about us.”

“Oh.” I turned around, so that I could look at him. What was there to do about us? He smiled a little. I frowned at him.

“This, us... We’ve gone further now than I thought we’d ever go again,” he said. I wasn’t sure what he meant. “In a good away,” he added hastily, probably realizing that his words could be interpreted in two ways.

“Yeah...”

“Yeah, so... I... I just wanted to... know what's going to.... happen from now on...,” he said, speaking very slowly. Then he shook his head and said, “Nevermind,”

“No, James, I do mind. I just wasn't expecting this conversation. I'm sorry.”

“No, don't be sorry. I didn't mean that you had to be sorry, I just... Oh god. This is... I don't know. Ridiculous, stupid, horrible?”

I sat up on the bed, pulling the blanket up to cover my naked breasts and turned on the lamp on the nightstand.

James groaned. “I shouldn't have said anything.”

“No, I'm glad you did. This is stupid? Horrible? Ridiculous? Thanks... I guess.”

“No, no. Not this. Not us. That's not what I meant. Honey, please, I didn't mean it like that.”

“And how did you mean it?”

“I don't know.”

“Great.” I turned the light off, lie down on the bed again, turning my back to him. I heard him curse in the darkness.

“Deborah...”

“Nevermind, right?”

I realized that I wasn't even angry with him. I was just sad and disappointed. How had this happened yet again? We'd been doing good, great even, and then... Then we weren't. I'd thought that our relationship and it's status, I guess, was clear. We were together and would continue to be. I hadn't realized that us having sex would lead to him wanting to redefine our relationship somehow. Maybe it hadn't been good for him, maybe I wasn't enough. Despite what he had said before. I wanted to start crying, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. Not anymore.

This time it was him that turned the light on. “I meant that what I was thinking was ridiculous and stupid and probably horrible, too. Not you or anything that you did. It was great, tonight I mean, us finally making love. Amazing. You were amazing. But I just don't know how we're going to go on from here. I don't mean that in a bad way but I just don't know what's okay and what isn't and all that. I mean, do I still need to wait for you to say okay or was that one okay valid for a longer period of time and do I get to do more than just kiss you from now on, can I initiate sex? Stuff like that... But I could have maybe waited at least until the morning before starting this conversation. It feels stupid, after tonight, that I'm thinking about these things, but then... I don't know if... Well, I just don't know. And I feel horrible for bringing this up because I don't want you to feel like I'm just trying to get you to sleep with me again and... Ugh. I didn't finish thinking this through in my head before I opened my mouth so I don't even know if I'm wording this right.”

“I think you're wording it just fine,” I told him, slightly relieved that he hadn't meant his words in the way I thought he had, the way he had first said them. “But I agree, maybe you could have waited a little bit longer before starting this conversation. I do happen to recall that this isn't the only time that you've, well, as you put it, opened your mouth before thinking it through in your head. The last time you did that, in bed, after sex, we broke up.”

“I happen to remember that too, quite vividly. But I'm not intending to do that now. I wish I hadn't done it then either.”

“Me too. But let's say my okay is valid until stated otherwise. I understand why you're thinking about all that now, I was too. More or less, at least. I was thinking how happy I am that we're... free, I guess, to do this, both of us and that I don't have to... sort of keep you from going further than I want. Wanted. And well, it's not like I really had to keep you from doing that before, but... I mean... It's okay. I'm okay.”

“And what about us?”

“We're okay, too. Better than okay. I hope.”

“I'm sorry, by the way. For... this. I mean, us having to have this conversation and I know that you got angry with me because of what I said before. And that really wasn't my intention.”

“It's okay. And I wasn't angry. Just... disappointed. But... I'm sorry, too. For misunderstanding.”

“I don't think you need to apologize for me not being able to explain my thoughts in an understandable way.”

“I'm glad we could work this out. Right away. Not a day or a week or a month later.”

“I guess we've come a long way. I love you so much. I hope that we'll be able to keep everything good between us and I hope that you will eventually be willing to consider maybe living together with me, as a husband and a wife... Maybe with two kids. How does that sound?”

I smiled a little. “Are you proposing?”

“No. Not yet, at least. Maybe putting out some feelers... Making sure you know where I'm at with this, so that it doesn't come as a huge shock when I finally do propose to you. Again.”

“Okay.” I wrapped my arm tightly around him and gave him a kiss. We said that we loved each other, wished good night and fell asleep.

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I never thought I would be saying this – wished, yes, but thought, no, not really – James and I managed to get everything sorted out. I couldn't believe it, really. I spent some nights awake, in awe of the fact. I'd lay in bed next to him, watching him sleep peacefully and I'd just smile. Sometimes he woke up and we'd kiss and cuddle.

I came close to caving a few times. We had agreed to not have sex when Sarah was in the house. Especially because she had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night and neither of us wanted to have her walk in on us when we were in bed together. Well at least not when we might have been in a compromising position. But a few of those times when we'd both be awake in the middle of the night, I wanted to have sex with James, I really, really did, but well, we didn't. We would often make up for that the following day when Sarah was in kindergarten. Nonetheless, I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that I did want to have sex with him, and especially by him wanting to have sex with me.

All my past experiences had made me think that I wasn't an attractive woman and men didn't really want to have sex with me. I had maybe made James work a little too hard in showing me that I could trust him, but he had been so understanding and he hadn't complained about it, not to me, at least. I knew that we had a lot more work to do, but I felt confident that we could work things out for real and be happy.

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Finally they make some progress! I love this story and I cant wait to see what happens next!!
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Wait a minute. That's not the end is it? Cause the last bit kind of sounded like a mini conclusion! Don't let it be the end.

Sorry for being absent once again. Shame on me. Really!

But it was nice to have a few chapters to read all at once and like everyone else I've enjoyed them so much! It was great to see these two finally get intimate and work out some of their baggage.

Fantastic!

I really hope it lasts!
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August 26, 2012, 10:47 pm
Wait a minute. That's not the end is it? Cause the last bit kind of sounded like a mini conclusion! Don't let it be the end.

Sorry for being absent once again. Shame on me. Really!

But it was nice to have a few chapters to read all at once and like everyone else I've enjoyed them so much! It was great to see these two finally get intimate and work out some of their baggage.

Fantastic!

I really hope it lasts!
No, that's not the end just yet. I think a chapter or two will still be coming. I just have to decide what I'm including in the fic. I mean, I still have about a hundred pages of text written, but I think I'm just going to end up using around ten of the pages, but I still need to decide whether I'm going to post the ten pages more or less as they are or rewrite them and sort of just summarize what happens in them. We'll see.

And don't worry about not commenting, I'm sure you've been busy. I know I have, which further adds to the lack of updates by me. :(

Thanks for commenting both of you!
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Well... Guess what?

I'm updating and... well, I think this is it. The last chapter. :(

Anyways, I'm fastforwarding the story some months to Christmas 2003.

Enjoy the update, and thank you so much to everyone who has read and/or commented! :heart:


PART 71:

James, Sarah and I were on our way to the Christmas party the band was throwing for their staff. Everything revolving the band would be taking a break for the next four or so weeks so that everyone would have a chance to relax over the holidays.

Christmas was about a week away and while Sarah probably didn't really understand the whole thing properly, she liked the Christmas decorations we'd put up around the house.

James had suggested that we go away for Christmas and New Year's, but I wanted to spend Christmas with my Mom. After all, I wasn't sure how long I would have the chance to do that. So, as a compromise, we had agreed to spend Christmas in San Francisco and then we were going to Hawaii for a week and a half.

I think Sarah was more excited about Hawaii than she was about Christmas. She had actually wanted to pack her suitcase already – two weeks before we were leaving.

I glanced at my hand, looking at my fingers for a while. “Have you told them?” I asked James.

“No. I thought maybe you wanted to tell Kirk yourself and then, well... we all know if I told Lars about it, everyone else would know within half an hour,” James said and laughed a little.

I nodded. “I guess... I just wonder what they're going to say.”

He glanced at me. “Congratulations, I hope.”

“But... I just... Should we have organized something? A party?”

“What, the wedding itself won't be enough?” James asked me, sounding surprised.

"Sure, but... I'm talking about an engagement party or something.” I looked at the engagement ring. James had saved the ring he had offered me a while back and he had proposed to me again a few days earlier. I had obviously said yes this time.

James was silent for a while. “Well, if you want one-”

I cut him off. “No, I don't. I'm just... Well, okay. Some years ago, when I was still sort of hoping that you might propose to me, I just always thought we'd get together, the guys, Christina, my mom and Pete, for example. Like for dinner.”

He brushed his fingers over my cheek quickly, before returning his hand to the steering wheel again. “So, let's do that. I don't mind. We can have them all over.”

“But it's so close to Christmas... Look, never mind me, I'm just nervous,” I said, shaking my head. He was right. “Yeah, the wedding is enough. We don't have time to have people over. Christina and Mom know already. I've written Pete a letter to go along with his Christmas card. He'll know. So, it's just the guys that don't know about this.”

“He's going to be happy for you. For us,” James said, reaching over again, this time to squeeze my hand. “That's what you're worried about, isn't it? You're afraid that Kirk is not going to be happy about this. Or that he'll think that I don't deserve to be with you... Because of LA and all that crap.”

“That's one turn in the kitchen.” I pointed out at him.

“Damn.”

“Two.”

He made a face at me, but smiled then.

Sarah was in the age when she was learning a lot of new words, and as one of those had been 'fuck', James and I had agreed that we would not curse in front of Sarah. As I rarely cursed anyway, it was really just a challenge for James. In any case, one curse when Sarah was around required the curser to be in charge of making one meal, and cleaning up after. I think over the couple of weeks we had been doing this, James had racked up about twenty meals.

“But yeah. That is what I am worried about. I know probably shouldn't be, but... What can you do?”

“Well, we'll find out how he feels in a few minutes. But it'll be okay, I promise. I'll kick him out of the band if he's being a ja- Uh, I mean, if he's not okay with it.”

He turned to the HQ parking lot and parked the car next to Rob's truck.

“Sure you will,” I said, leaning over to give him a kiss. “Okay, Sarah, let's go see your uncles and cousins.”

I got her out of her seat and let her wander into the building before us when I saw Lisa in the doorway greeting her. I waved at her and watched her pick Sarah up and walk into HQ.

James wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my neck. “It's going to be fine, honey.”

“I hope so.” I turned around, wrapping my arms around his waist, as well. He looked at me for a while. “What?”

“A, you're being silly. He's your best friend and like a brother to me. He is not going to have an issue with this. And B, this is going to be the best Christmas in my life. I'm finally engaged to the love of my life, we have an amazing daughter, we've settled everything and I feel like things are finally looking up.“ He kissed me, pulling me even closer to him.

“Go get a room, guys,” Lars shouted, slamming his car door shut.

“You go and f-” James started, but I stopped him, by kissing him again. “I was going to tell him to go fly a kite!” James jokingly snapped as I pulled away from him. “And Sarah's not even here.”

“Maybe I just wanted to kiss you again,” I winked at him.

“Oh yeah? Anything else you want to do?” he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“Quit your yapping and come help me out, Hetfield!” Lars called from behind his car.

“Yeah, yeah!” he replied to Lars. “Maybe you and I can continue this discussion later,” he said, kissing me again.

“I think I'm over it,” I quipped.

James feigned his heart was breaking as he stumbled back toward the car.

“Seriously, guys! I'm glad you're apparently doing super well, which is fantastic, but my trunk's full of fucking presents and I need your help!”

“I gotta go, I'll see you inside in a few,” James said. “You go make sure the coast is clear.”

I nodded. The plan was to have everyone, meaning the kids, in the kitchen while a few presents were hauled to the lounge. The kids would be surprised, hopefully, and might just manage to wait until Christmas for some more presents.

I wasn't sure why exactly someone couldn't have just brought the presents to HQ when the kids weren't there, but I had been told that that was not my problem. So, well... we'd just do it their way.

I walked to the kitchen, greeted everyone and made sure that all the kids were there. I knew all the adults were in on the plan, so, I guess they had done their part by having some toys scattered around the kitchen, so, there were a ton of kids playing there. I got to twelve when counting the kids and figured they were all in there.

I backed out of the room just a little bit so that I could wave my hand discreetly from the door to signal James and Lars that the coast was clear.

Some moments later, both James and Lars came to the kitchen. Sarah ran to Lars and wanted him to play with her. James came to sit on the couch with me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

Soon, Sarah came to get James to play with her and Lars and some other kids and I took the opportunity to grab myself a drink. As I was reaching for a soda can, I heard an “Oh my God!” from my side.

I turned around to look at Lisa, who was staring at me with her hand over her mouth. I grinned at her.

“You're engaged!” she screamed, hugging me fiercely.

I swear, the whole room fell silent, until someone whooped and somehow our engagement became the toast of the party.

~*~*~*~*~

James and I were doing great, we hadn't argued in a long time, we were having sex, we were engaged, and it wasn't too late for us.

And Kirk, of course, was happy for us.
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