Carnage: Book #1 The Story Of Us (Volume 1)(174)

I nod and lock eyes with Sean, who is currently sucking on the finger that I was tracing his tattoo with. I sigh. “Yes, I remember.”

“Well the story being run in tomorrow’s papers and which the record label has been fielding questions about all afternoon goes like this… You had an affair with Cam last year because Sean is gay and you wanted a baby. Cam got you pregnant, you lost the baby so now you are back seeing Cam to try and get pregnant again and you and Sean run into him at Decadenza today. Sean is pissed off, you argue, you throw a drink in his face then storm off. While you’re outside, Cam declares his undying love for you, then jumps in his car and drives off, Sean comes out after him and now you two are getting divorced.”

I can’t help the simile that spreads over my face. “And you believe that do you Len?”

“It’s not what I believe that matters George, it’s what they’re gonna print, you’re gonna have the press all over your arse now. Oh and there are pictures, I don’t know how but there are pictures of you and Sean walking into the restaurant and of you and Cam talking outside.”

Shit, I never told Sean that I spoke to Cam outside. “George?”

“Yes, I heard you.”

“Are you and Sean all good, I mean, there’s nothing to all of this is there?”

“Of course not Len, we went to lunch, we bumped into Cam and his date. Sean and I argued about something completely random and yes, I did throw a glass of water in his face, but it was nothing. We’re fine, in fact we’ve spent the whole evening having make up sex, that’s why we haven’t answered our phones. Tell that to the f*cking press.”

“What the f*ck George, what’s going on?” Sean has sat up in the bath and is asking me now.

I try to sound as nonchalant as possible. “Someone’s gone to the press about us arguing in the restaurant today, they’ve put two and two together and come up with twenty seven,” I reply.

“And what about the rest George, what about what Cam said to you outside?” Len asks. I’m going to have to just face this so I look right at Sean as I speak.

“Cam was waiting for his car to be brought around when I stormed outside, he asked if I was okay and if I needed a lift. That’s all; there was nothing else to it.”

“As long as you’re sure.”

“I’m positive Len.”

“Good, I love you little sister Georgia, now put Maca on.”

“I love you too big brother Len.” I pass the phone to Sean, who hasn’t taken his eyes from mine and didn’t flinch as I confessed to talking to Cam outside the restaurant.

“Len,” is all that Sean says into the phone, he reaches across with his free hand and holds mine, brushing his thumb over my knuckles.

“It was a stupid argument over nothing, I said something I shouldn’t have and you know what your sister’s tempers like, she threw her glass of water over me.” Sean’s eyes are looking over my face as he speaks; he’s quiet for a moment as he listens to whatever it is Len is saying.

“Len, this stays between us just us right now, Georgia will tell Jim in her own time, but she’s pregnant and we really don’t need this shit, make it go away.” He’s quiet again as he listens to my brother. My heart swells with how much I love my Husband, despite the story being basically complete bollocks, his first thought is for me and our baby and I just love him so much.

“Early days mate, just eight weeks and thanks.” He gestures toward me and asks silently if I’m okay, I nod but leave him to talk as I go downstairs and pour him a drink, good job there’s more than one bottle of Wild Turkey in the house; otherwise he’d be licking the office walls to get a drop. By the time I get back upstairs with a bottle and a glass, he’s out of the bath and standing with a towel wrapped around his hips, leaning in the doorway between our bedroom and bathroom and staring down at our bed.