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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Orlando Bloom
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
5,204
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Epilogue
Chapter 28 - Epilogue
The light was out in the bathroom again. I groaned and crossed my legs over one another frantically. I really had to pee.
I left the bathroom, and struggled to the kitchen in the darkened house. My thigh hit the corner of a counter and I muffled an explicit word. I pushed it down though. As a mother, I wasn't allowed to say bad words anymore. I dug a spare bulb out of the drawer and quickly put some light in the bathroom, before relieving myself.
13 hour flights are so not my thing, especi whe when you have a one year-old and a three year-old to watch after. That's why I didn't pee in the airplane, or the airport. What is the fun of that? That's why I waited until we arrived in our modest three-bedroom house on the outskirts of London to pee. Hey, what can I say? I'm a creature of habit.
Orlando knocked on the door. "Hey Laura. Are ya naked?"
I giggle at my husband's silly behavior. He knocks again. "I'm not joking. Are you?"
I ripped open the door to reveal a grinning face that has changed with age, but not from aging. He looked older then, than he did four years earlier, when I had first seen him with tears running down his face. He has matured and has hair. Those two things make dealing with him for the last three and a half years of our marriage all the more bearable.
"Orlando."
"Yes Laura?"
"We just got home from a thirteen hour flight from New York. It's two in the morning. My body feels like shit. My hair won't stay put. All I can think about it my bed. And you ask me if I'm naked? What good could nudity possibly do?"
"Do you really want to know?" I nodded and he leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Do you really REALLY wanna know?" He smiled wolfishly and I nodded again. His lips swooped down to catch my own as he pulled me towards the couch in the living room.
The light was out in the bathroom again. I groaned and crossed my legs over one another frantically. I really had to pee.
I left the bathroom, and struggled to the kitchen in the darkened house. My thigh hit the corner of a counter and I muffled an explicit word. I pushed it down though. As a mother, I wasn't allowed to say bad words anymore. I dug a spare bulb out of the drawer and quickly put some light in the bathroom, before relieving myself.
13 hour flights are so not my thing, especi whe when you have a one year-old and a three year-old to watch after. That's why I didn't pee in the airplane, or the airport. What is the fun of that? That's why I waited until we arrived in our modest three-bedroom house on the outskirts of London to pee. Hey, what can I say? I'm a creature of habit.
Orlando knocked on the door. "Hey Laura. Are ya naked?"
I giggle at my husband's silly behavior. He knocks again. "I'm not joking. Are you?"
I ripped open the door to reveal a grinning face that has changed with age, but not from aging. He looked older then, than he did four years earlier, when I had first seen him with tears running down his face. He has matured and has hair. Those two things make dealing with him for the last three and a half years of our marriage all the more bearable.
"Orlando."
"Yes Laura?"
"We just got home from a thirteen hour flight from New York. It's two in the morning. My body feels like shit. My hair won't stay put. All I can think about it my bed. And you ask me if I'm naked? What good could nudity possibly do?"
"Do you really want to know?" I nodded and he leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Do you really REALLY wanna know?" He smiled wolfishly and I nodded again. His lips swooped down to catch my own as he pulled me towards the couch in the living room.