Wethering the Storm

There is no one else for me. I begin and end with you.

You don't complete me, Tru. You make me who I am. You make me better. I'd be nothing without you. NOTHING. I've been there once before, and I'm never going back. I'm never losing you again.

The girl who, twenty-four years ago to the day, stepped into my life with her big brown eyes, her hair in pigtails, sucking on a lollipop as she stared across at me through the garden fence and said, “I’m Trudy, you want a lollipop?” I let out a laugh as tears fill my eyes, realizing today’s date is August 31. The day Jake and I met.

Jake scratches his forehead. “Yeah, I know people generally have sex while pregnant, but it’s just that I, um… well, I have…” He thrusts his hands through his hair, and i can’t help but smile at his struggling, wondering where on earth he’s going with this. “Look, I have a huge penis,” he states, looking Dr. Glamazon dead in the eye. I burst out laughing immediately clamping my hand over my mouth.

You will always be my June, Tru." "And you're my Johnny Cash, Jake.

Do you remember what I said that first night we moved into our new house? What you asked me to say as my vows? It still stands Tru, it will always stand. My love for you is limitless, it knows no bounds. You're in my veins. I bleed you. I belong to you...I always have and I always will. You will always be my June, Tru.

And when our kids grow up and ask about the story of Mummy and Daddy – how we met and how the Might Storm came to be – I’ll sit them down and tell them the story of how, once upon a long time ago, in Manchester, a girl moved next door to a boy.

Taking my hand, he rests it over his T-shirt, over his heart. “You hold this in the palm of your hand. You are the only woman who has ever had it, and ever will. You own me, Tru.

Take that chance with me, I'll let you down, I know, But I'll fix it too, because everything is you, Everything is you.

If you turn up with a tattoo on your face, telling me you’ve shagged a lady boy, I’m definitely not marrying you.

With you I know I can do it, because your my strength, Tru. You make me want to be a better man, a good dad to our baby. The best. And I want to spend the rest of my life taking care of you both

So anyway, chica, this David Gandy dude…is he hot?” “Oh, so totally and completely hot.” I nod enthusiastically. “Uhum,” Jake clears his throat loudly. “But not as hot as you, baby.” “Damn straight,” Jake mutters.

My love for you is limitless, it knows no bounds. You're in my veins. I bleed you. I belong to you... I always have and I always will.

They were bad boys with good hearts. That's exactly what Jake still is.

There isn't anything I won't do for you, Tru. Nothing I won't do to make you happy. What I feel for you... it's limitless. There is nothing before or after you. There is only you.

Look, I have a huge penis --Jake Wethers

I want you to have the best of everything I can give you. And I'm not talking money here, Tru. I'm talking memories. Our life together.

Sweetheart, the baby keeps you up all night , it’s definitely a boy.” He winks.

Fuck off!” Stuart says, admiring himself in the glass of the oven door. “You’re just jealous you wouldn’t be able to carry off something so stylish.” “Um, hottest male two thousand and twelve here, as voted by the great American public.

Once upon a long time ago, in Manchester, a girl moved next door to a boy...

It’ll take more than a tattoo to stop me from getting inside you. Death, maybe.

Your dad said you stopped playing right after I left.” He did? “My dad talks too much.” “Why, Tru?” “I dunno.” I shrug. “He just does.” “No.” Jake smiles, coming over to me. “Not why does your dad talk too much. Why did you stop playing after I left?” “When you left, I guess the music left with you.

I don’t know who moves first, but suddenly we’re kissing, like we’ve never kissed before. it’s desperate. No tenderness. This is hard, starved-for-each-other kissing.

How Do You Live If Your Life Dies?

I’m not losing you, ever. I know I fuck up regularly, but I can’t fuck us up.

You’re hard?” I smile. “Well, you’re hot,” he says with a shrug.

We're out in the open. Dave is at the top of the track, playing guard. I'm blindfolded by my own top, and Jake is about to make love to me on his sexy Aston Martin with "Pour Some Sugar on Me" playing in the background. Could he be any fucking hotter?

I intend to make up on that time and spend the rest of the day inside you, fucking you senseless, until neither of us can walk.” “Is that a promise?” “You bet your sweet ass it is,” he growls.

Look, I have a huge penis," he states.

Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning ~