Thursday 23 April 2015

Chapter 31

"Richie, you look exhausted, you need to sleep" Evie told him as she placed her hand on his leg as he pulled into the long, cobblestone drive. Richie sighed and turned off the engine, he stepped out, swiftly followed by Evie and he placed the key, once again, into the lock to open it. He dragged himself into the grand house, Evie huffed and dragged him up the stairs, whether he liked it or not, he had to sleep. Richie looked like he had lost a lot of weight since the start of the tour, and, recently it had become worse. Once inside the master bedroom, he lifted his huge frame onto the bed, slipping off his boots and chucking them to the side of the room, next to his walk-in wardrobe. He flopped onto the bed, ran his fingers through his hair and groaned.
“Evie” he murmured as she turned around and craned her head to look at him.
“Do I get a welcome home present?” he asked. She smiled. “Tomorrow Rich, you need to sleep now.”
“But, I want to embrace you within my strong, comforting arms and protect you” Richie replied. Evie rolled her eyes and sighed, heavily.
“Fine. As long as we get desert tomorrow, besides I need to sleep with my rock star”

Richie laughed and pulled up the covers, Evie beside him. He closed his eyes and drifted off into a rather peaceful and exhausted sleep, with Evie by his side.

A few hours later the alarm clock bleeped out its' annoying racket as the sunlight peered and seeped through the curtains, flooding the room with light. Richie hissed and swore under his breath, he stared at the time and grumbled. It was way too early to be thinking about getting up, let along getting up. He rolled over, his hard body finding that the covers were all rucked up, he could hear the sweet humming of a feminine voice from downstairs. His senses kicked into gear as the delicious smell of a cooking breakfast wafted through the bedroom, he stood up and chucked on a long, flowing shirt  with a pair of old jeans. That should supress her. He rushed downstairs.

"What's cooking Evie?" he asked as she gasped, Richies' arms grab her by the waist, she spins around and looks him right in the deep chocolate pools.
"Umm, bacon, sausage and egg. Why?" she replied, once the initial shock had worn off. Richie smiled and pulled out a  chair, he moved over towards her and urges her towards the table, he poured a fresh batch of coffee, that reinvigorated her senses and took over the cooking. A few minutes later, Richie piled a plate and gave it to her. Evie smiled and happily started to eat, next, Richie piled his stack high, he could eat when it was early.


"You look a lot better than what you did" Evie told Richie as she ate a piece of bacon, Richie smiled and stretched. "Yeah darlin, I feel really refreshed" Richie replied.
The bags under his eyes had faded, though he still had some catching up to do. Evie was wearing a purple hoodie, it had the words  More Guitarist Please. It was a maternity size and it was comfortable, and warm. They were planning on going to the cinema today, it was a fun day out for them both, and it gave Richie the break he needed.


Once breakfast was eaten, clothed and teeth brushed, the couple went out to Richies' car. Evie got into the drivers side this time, Richie was in the other side. The drive to the pictures didn't take long, perhaps ten minutes. Richie stepped out, Evie shut the door and walked to him, her hand holding his as they walked towards the enormous building. Today was unusually quiet, the perfect day. Evie and Richie bought their tickets, and walked to the corresponding screen. Once inside and seats found, they sat down. Richie kissed Evie's forehead and rubbed her arm with his hand.

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"That was an awesome film, thanks Evie" Richie told her as they exited the screen, walking along the hallway.
Richie smiled and strode forward, Evie walking next to him, his arm over his shoulders. Her eyes darted to the door. Jon came in. "Shit" she muttered under her breath, Richie noticed him as well, Jon looked even crappie than Richie and apparently, had been having steroid injections to preserve his voice. Poor Jon, though today he was wearing dark sunglasses (probably to hide the bags) and a old Aerosmith t-shirt. What was he doing here?

Jon had become very thin lipped recently about the pregnancy and wasn't very happy to Evie, fuck him. Dorothea was with him as well, she was very protective of him, much more than she was with Richie and preferred to have a tight leash on Jon while he was within her deadly gaze. Dorothea looked down on Evie and if looks could kill, Evie could feel the tension mounting in Richie and decided to hi-tail it outta there. Once outside, with some fresh air in her system, Evie could think straight. "Let's go home. I think we've had enough chaos for one day."
"Yeah darling"
Evie grabbed Richie's hand and dragged him to the car, once bundled in, Evie sighed and turned the key. To home they went.

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