Title: Dear Book part 2

By: Sully

Companion to: m'Petal's 'Love Entries pt. 2'

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Dear Book,

‘Ey, mate. Been a few days since soddin’ Cloney the Wonder-git’s stepped off enough for me to talk to you. Well, ‘im and work and such. You know ‘ow it is, right?

So like I’s was tellin’ you, there we was at the resort. Me and m’petal, all alone and me all plannin’ to step up and be a man... show ‘er that I didn’t just luv ‘er, but needed ‘er and wanted to be a part of ‘er the way she is of me. M’petal didn’t seem to mind the notion, ‘erself. Not a bit of it.

Now, bein’ a right and proper bloke, I’s didn’t want ta just... get to it. And I figured there was nothin’ wrong with spendin’ a bit of time wanderin’ about with m’special girl, so when she asked if’n she could show me ‘round a bit, I’s didn’t mind even a little. I’s just changed into m’bathin’ suit while she got into that little bitty black and white one of ‘ers... the one I luvs so much.

Let ‘er take the lead, I did, book, what with ‘er ‘avin’ been there b’fore. We’s strolled past the swimmin’ pool– the one designed to look like a lush, tropical oasis. Even ‘ad a bloody swim-up-to-it bar. Good idea, that. ‘Ave to look into gettin’ one fer the ‘ouse.

But we’s walked on by, not stoppin’.

M’petal pointed out the restaurants and night clubs on the premises, showed me the soddin’ atrium with alla the parrots and such, all of them talkin’ at once.

Lead me past the stone-looking stairs that lead up to the water slide into the deep end of the pool.

I’s made alla the appropriate sounds, book. I did. Couldn’t figger out why she seemed to be all... nervous, though. Started to think... maybe she was ‘avin’ second thoughts ‘bout lettin’ me mark ‘er. It was a bloody ‘orrid idea, that was, let me tell you. Gave me a ‘ard, deep, rough shiver way down in m’belly, it did.

Trailed along with ‘er, m’fingers all tangled with ‘ers, as she started off down the beach a bit. M’gut was all roilin’ and startin’ to feel sour. Figgered she’d brung me off away from the rest of the guests so’s she could let me down easy. Thought fer a minute or twelve that maybe she’d decided ‘er new bloke was better than ‘er poor old Tigger.

And then she stopped. I’s was all ready fer ‘er ta tell me that I was a’right fer a bit of fun, but not somethin’ she wanted ta tie ‘erself to fer the long ‘aul, and she stopped, book!

She turned and took my ‘ands in ‘ers, smilin’ just a bit anxiously into m’eyes. ‘Er own eyes were deep and ‘opeful lookin’, and that’s when I felt that knot in m’tum loosenin’.

"Tigger," she said, stoppin’ fer a moment to bite ‘er lip, "I think I’ve loved you from the moment I met you. And you’ve always been there for me. Even when there were problems between me and my Mates and Tis, you were there to hold me, to love me, to tell me everything would be alright."

She smiled then, book, and it was that smile of ‘ers that always makes m’knees weak and m’ ‘eart skip a beat. (And yah, I knows I don’t ‘ave a ‘eart as such, but you knows what I means, right? ‘Course you does. You know me better than most, after all.)

"And you were right," she said, ‘er eyes swimmin’ with a fine sheen of tears. "You were right and you never doubted. Not even once. You always knew and you always loved me. And... this is hard..."

She pulled ‘er ‘ands from mine, book, and it wasn’t ‘til she’d tugged somethin’ from ‘er thumb that I knew fer sure she wasn’t tellin’ me we was through, and that little bit of knot that was left was just... gone.

M’eyes was on ‘er fingers as she slipped the wide band onto the middle finger of m’left ‘and, and I chuckles just a bit when it ‘ung up on m’knuckle fer a second, but then it was flush with the base of m’finger and I ‘ad to look at ‘er. I just ‘ad to.

‘Ave I told you b’fore, book, that I’s a ‘uge sap where m’petal’s concerned? M’be not. Then again, I’s guessin’ you already knew that, didn’t you? Yah... you’re bloody bright, you are. Guess you must ‘ave figgered it out long and long ago.

She looked at me and told me ‘ow there wasn’t anyone what could ever replace me... and ‘ow she’d ‘ad the ring fer ages, just waitin’ fer the right moment to give me it... an’ that was when I knew, book. The soddin’ maids ‘adn’t been doin’ their job b’cuz there was dust gettin’ in m’eyes even there on the beach.

"I’s luvs it, petal-mine," I told ‘er ‘onestly. Then I took ‘er into m’arms and ‘eld ‘er like I wasn’t ever goin’ to let ‘er go. And I wouldn’t. Knew it even before that, but... m’petal’d given me a ring! A circle. Solid and without any end. Constant. Yah. Constant.

There’s some things I’s not goin’ ta tell ya, book. Like what we did there on the beach, with only our towels b’tween us and the sand. We was both smilin’ and ‘ummin’ when we was through, and that’s all you need to know, mate.

Splashed around in the ocean fer a bit after, washin’ the sweat and such from our skin, then we wandered back to the more public areas of the place. Tried out that swim-up bar, ‘ad us some chick’n wings at a table by the pool. Wolfe makes ‘em better, but I knows you won’t tell ‘im I said so. Trust you to keep m’secrets, I do.

Funny thing, mate... soon’s m’petal gave me that ring, I’s stopped bein’ so anxious, m’self. Didn’t want to rush things. Figgered it’d be right nice to build up to the main event all slow and natural-like, even with the both of us knowin’ where things was ‘eaded.

So’s we got dressed up, all nice and styled. Wore the suit Punkin’-‘ead talked me into buyin’ back b’fore Marcus’s birthday– the one I’s never worn b’fore. Good thing I ‘aven’t gained weight, ‘ey?

Petal was lookin’ just as wunnerful as she always does, ‘avin’ put ‘er ‘air up and slipped into a long... dress-thing. A gown? Dunno, book. But it was long and flowin’ and fit ‘er to a fare-thee-well. Never seen ‘er lookin’ better, and that’s a fact. Pet needs to wear that more often, and I’s just the bloke to see to it, I is.

‘Ad us a bit of dinner, then did some dancin’, all slow and close. Only stepped on ‘er feet a few times, too. Promised to rub ‘em fer ‘er when we’s went back to the room, even.

So yah. After a bit of dancin’ and the like, off we went.

Thought about orderin’ some champagne or somethin’. It was a celebration, in the end, you know, book? But... didn’t want there to be any doubt in ‘er mind ‘bout ‘ow much I’s wanted what we was plannin’ to do. Didn’t want ‘er to be any less than fully there with me, either. So’s... no drinks in the room. Made sense, right? Well, yah.

Might ‘ave ‘elped a bit with the sudden feelin’ of awkwardness once we was there, though.

We’s strolled through the door, arms ‘round each others’ waists an’ sharin’ little peckin’ kisses, and when the door shut b’ind us and we was all alone, finally... it was like alla our ‘opes and expectations and dreams was right there in the livin’ room of the suite. Or it was fer me, book. Can’t speak fer m’petal ‘ere. Just know she seemed to be feelin’ somethin’ similar.

The air felt thick and strange... seemed that if’n I’d ‘ad to breathe, I’d ‘ave ‘ad a bloody ‘ard time of it. And m’petal looked to be feelin’ it too. ‘Er face was pale, all sudden-like, though still bloody well stunnin’.

Pet looked stunnin’ and stunned, I’s sayin’. Don’t think she ‘ad any more idea of what was ‘appenin’ than I’s did.

So’s we jus’ stood there and stared at each other, knowin’ everythin’ was the same, but some’ow different at the same soddin’ time.

Now, I’s a deep bloke, book. You knows I is. Don’t always show it to the world ‘round me, but I’s the bleedin’ Gran’ Canyon of deep, I is. Even so, was right stumped fer ‘ow to go on from where we was to where we’s wanted to be. And so I’s lied to ‘er, book. Lied to m’petal, but just a little. Told ‘er the night wasn’t close to bein’ over yet and that she should change into the silky little nighty I knew she must ‘ave brung. Told ‘er I’d meet ‘er back there in the livin’ room fer a bit of a snuggle and such.

Guess I was ‘opin’ a little quiet time would get rid of that anxious feelin’. Yah, musta been.

I’s let ‘er change all ‘lone, figgerin’ that’d be best, then I’s changed, m’self, glad fer once that Punkin’-‘ead and the Man-Whore ‘ad talked me into bringin’ m’pajamas.

Made us some ‘ot cocoa and met ‘er there on the couch. Snuggled up close and tight, just like if’n we was at ‘ome, and even ‘ad us a coupla words ‘bout who got to ‘ave control of the remote.

Thought it might ‘elp us both relax, book. And I was bloody well right.

You see now why I’s didn’t want to give m’Mates and the other blokes the full story, right? Blokes call me a git enough already, don’t they? Can’t go givin’ them even more reason to, can I’s?

‘Course not. B’sides, I’s not a git. Or a ponce. Or a sadly lackin’ little girl-y man. Only one of ‘em what would unnerstand ‘ow I was feelin’ is Dev, and I figger ‘e’s a God, right? So ‘e already knows, seein’ as luv’s ‘is bag.

Snugglin’ was just what we needed. Gave a sense of the normal to what wasn’t anythin’ like it. We sat and ‘eld each other, laughin’ at whatever stupid sitcom was on the telly, and when my ‘ands started to roam a bit, petal didn’t even seem to notice. But not in a bad way. I means... she noticed, but it weren’t like she figgered I was gearin’ up to summat.

And I wasn’t. Or not rully. Just plannin’ to let m’self go with ‘er. Let m’self do what I’d been wantin’ to do fer months. Was goin’ to just... not stop m’self from takin’ the next step, was all.

Yah... that was what I was thinkin’. Was a good thought, that... and I’s pretty sure m’petal would tell you the same thing, mate.

Bloody ‘ell, book... I’s just looked at the clock. ‘Ave to be gettin’ to work. Sorry ‘bout that, but you’ll fergive me, right?

I’ll get back with you soon and tell you the rest. You ‘ave m’word on it.

Later, book.

Your friend,

Sully

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