Page 71 of Elijah

Amy

aged 22

“My gorgeous wifey,” Elijah slurred as he and Sam flopped down on to the sofa. “Isn’t she gorgeous Sam?”

Sam’s head lolled as he looked up at me through extremely heavy eyelids. “She’s alright.”

“She’s more than fucking alright,” Elijah cried, poking Sam in the arm. “She’s fucking beautiful.”

“What am I supposed to say, dick head? If I agree you’ll punch me in the nuts.”

I giggled quietly and got up from the armchair. As I went to move past Elijah, he grabbed my hand.

“Where you going, baby?” He started to giggle. “Hah, baby, I meant you, not the baby in your belly.”

My hands instinctively went to my stomach, although at only just ten weeks you couldn’t really see that I was pregnant.

“I know what you meant,” I said, leaning down to kiss him. “And I’m going to get you both some water.”

“I don’t want fucking water,” Sam groaned. “I want alcohol. Get the vodka, Ames.”

“No,” I replied, not even looking at him. “You’ve had enough vodka. I don’t want to be mopping up puke from either of you during the night.”

“I don’t puke, it’s pansy boy Eli that pukes.” Sam pointed at Elijah with a wavering finger and one eye closed.

“I’m not a pansy. I’ve impregnated my wife, it takes a real man to impregnate his woman. Who have you impregnated, eh Samuel?”

Sam flopped his head back against the sofa and growled, “Shut the fuck up.”

Elijah started to laugh and flicked at Sam’s ear. Sam then elbowed him in the ribs, causing Elijah to throw a punch at his brother’s stomach, but he was so drunk, he missed and punched the sofa instead.

“Okay,” I snapped. “Enough of behaving like children. I’m getting you a pint of water each and you’re going to drink it.”

They both started to giggle like little girls, Sam even snorting at one point. By the time I got back with their water they were both fast asleep, snoring like a Wart Hog and a power saw.

* * *

At around three in the morning I felt a cold arm wrap around me and cold feet rub against my own.

“Elijah,” I hissed. “You’re bloody freezing.”

“Sorry,” he whispered into my ear, before kissing my neck.

“And you can get that dick away from my arse too,” I sighed, feeling his almost erection press against me. “It’s not like you could do anything with it anyway.”

“I could if I really thought about it,” he grumbled, pushing closer to me.

I giggled knowing he really couldn’t, not when he’d drunk as much alcohol as he and Sam evidently had earlier.

“You really couldn’t. Now go to sleep.” Moving around to get a little comfier, I reached a hand behind me and stroked his face. “Night. Love you.”

“Love you more,” Elijah replied, sounding sleepy.

With a contented sigh, I closed my eyes and started to drop back to sleep.

“Amy,” Elijah suddenly said, his hand splaying across my belly.

“Hmm.”