That morning felt like a slow motioned scene from a surreal film. Sound was non existent, people moved around me without making a sound and telling me the same old shit I didn't even want to hear anymore. I sat in a hospital bed for the first few hours just letting the nurses prick me with needles and consult me with words.

Just staring out the window and watching leaves fall off trees. The whole world decided to finally catch up with everyone and fuck me over in the worst way possible. I sat in a wheelchair and looked over at Stu who walked into the room.

"I lost it. Now you don't have a reason." I looked back out the window. "Now you can be with her."

I sat still as the sound of his footsteps grew closer. A hand on my shoulder. His lips kissing the top of my head. "I'll never leave you Molly."

"What if I left you?" I asked.

"You wont."

I couldn't help breaking a small smile. "You're so full of yourself. How long were you here?"

"All night. Slept out in the waiting area on a fuckin bench."

"Were you uncomfortable?"

"Very."

"Good."

He chuckled and turned me around, kneeling infront of me and hugging me tightly. I wrapped my arms around him and enjoyed our embrace.

"I love you so much." He mumbled while his face was buried between my breasts. I heard the hurt and cries in his voice. He looked up at me with red eyes. "He would've been beautiful."

I felt myself breakdown in that moment. We both just held one another, crying and reminding one another just how much we needed the other in this life.
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"Are you alright?" He asked, walking with me inside the house. I shook my head and rested a hand on my flat stomach.

"No."

"Me either. I um....got a call yesterday from a college 'ere in Germany. I 'ave to go down to check it out and speak to an instructor. I just...I don't want to leave you and I still 'ave practice...."

I nodded. "Forget the band. Focus on yourself and your future."

"You're my future Molly. Come with me?? We can go up, shower and head on off."

"Wouldn't John be mad?" I asked as we headed up the stairs.

"Furious." He smirked.
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Astrid was gone the entire time we showered and dressed for the day. I knew Stu must have felt worried or curious as to where she must have been but his focus on me right now put that on the end of his list. Right now it was all about me and to be honest, it felt great to be the center of his attention again.

"I'm a bit nervous me. I mean, what if they all speak German and I'm just standin like a fuckin knobhead without a clue as to what they're sayin??" He rambled on as we held hands down the road. I giggled and looked up at him.

"Then we'll both be knobheads."

He smiled and looked down at me. "You're somethin Molly. I love you."

"I love you too." I enjoyed his kiss as he stopped us in the middle of the busy walkway.
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I stood on my tiptoes, fixing his hair and taking his sunglasses off. He made a face and tried putting them on again but I snatched them away.

"Stop that." I whined.

"Molly I need those."

"Oh yeah and they're goin to think you're crazy wearing sunglasses inside. They're staying in here." I set his shades in my purse. He was about to speak until a man came out to greet us.

"Hello er, Stuart??"

"Yes sir. This is my wife Molly."

I smiled. "Hello."

"Wife so young? She snatched you up before anyone else had a chance. I see what she's up to." He joked. I giggled as Stu laughed. "So you're interested in applying here? It's a bit of a wait since we have a few more applications to read through. But since you've gotten a scholarship..."

"I've studied many classes in Liverpool sir and I'm really serious about art. It's a passion of mine and I'd like to take this further."

"I like your enthusiasm. Are you residing in Germany?"

"Er, no not at the moment..."

"Then why are you here?"

"Well I came with a few mates of mine who are playing in Hamburg as a group. We got signed..."

"Were a very serious college mister Sutcliffe. We don't like our students to slack off. ..."

"There'll be no trouble from me sir. I've had great attendance at me last school."

"I'd like to see your work. Come with me."

Stu squeezed my hand as we were led down through the long hall to his office where we sat. It smelled like mint.

"I've brought my portfolio." Stu handed it to him. He grabbed it and looked it over. Smiling.

"You love your wife don't you? I see lots of her in your work."

Stu blushed as I smiled.

"Well you definitely have talent. If you're thinking of committing to here, I'd recommend you find yourself a home."

"I understand sir." Stu said a bit sadly. I knew he wanted this but also knowing our current living situation wasn't quite stable and we were already planning to move, it wasn't likely we'd be staying.

"Here you are." He handed Stu his portfolio back. "Well contact you in a few days after some thought. Goodluck." He smiled.

"Thanks." Stu shook the man's hand. I gave a smile on our way out as we headed down the hall in silence.

"You want to go home?"

"Liverpool? Yes please." He sighed. I rested my head on his arm as we walked out of the building and back to the attic. Astrid still gone. I set my bag down and looked around the messy room.

Stu laid back and stared at the ceiling. "I don't want to see John. I don't want to be in the band anymore. It always drives me away from you which is why I hated it in the first place. I want us. I want liverpool, I want new York I want us to make love and sleep all day. I want Minxy and Popkins back." He shut his eyes. I walked over and kneeled between his legs, kissing his neck.

"I want all of that too Stuart. I want my husband. The boring artist with such a romantic heart."

"Aye." He laughed. I giggled and sat up on my knees.

"Do you still find me attractive Stuart?"

He sat up. "Of course."

"Really?"

"Why would you ask me that? You're fuckin gorgous. Inside and out." He pecked my lips. I smiled and pushed him back, lifting my top over my head. A smile escaped his lips while he watched me stand up and strip my clothes off for him until I was left in my stockings and bra.

"Care to do the honors?" I teased. He grabbed me and pulled me on the bed with him. Laying on my back I giggled as he kissed me roughly.

"I'm the luckiest bloke in the world." He smirked, kissing down my neck, to my chest. I sat up a little as he reached behind, unhooking and slowly pulling it off. My nipples grew erect as the cold air brushed against my warm skin. His eyes just enjoying the sight.

"Take a picture why don't you?" I teased. He smirked and reached over, snapping photos of my topless nature. I laughed and sat up, taking the camera away and pulling him into a kiss.

"Mmmm. Lay back for me again. I'm supposed to be making you feel good."

I blushed and obeyed his orders, watching him toss his shirt off across the room and unbutton his jeans.

"My bottom half needs attention too baby." I giggled. He pressed a finger over my lips.

"Patience love. First, let me give these some attention." He leaned down, kissing all over my breasts. I shut my eyes and sighed in content as his attention. It's been such a long time since he's touched me this way. It's always been late night sex or a quick fuck behind the club. We always used to make love slowly and spend all evening touching and expressing our love for one another.

His mouth moved down my stomach, pausing to just kiss and caress me. I ran my fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry I've caused you so much pain." He whispered.

"I'm sorry I didn't trust you enough." I answered. He kissed up my body, taking more time on my breasts before moving to my lips. I smiled and kissed him hungrily. Our mouths open for sloppy, tongue filled kisses. I ran my hands down his back, pulling down his jeans.

"Oh Stuart. This is all I ever want." I moaned as he kicked out of his pants and pulled off my underwear. My body bare for his pleasing.

"You trust me?" He breathed, pulling down his own underwear. I nodded and moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my clit. Our eyes looking deep into one anothers. His hair hung over his eyes which made him look sexy as hell. My fingers slowly moved over his lips, allowing him to kiss them.

"Come inside me every time." I begged. He nodded and leaned down, kissing me roughly as he eased in.
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