Forgive Me- Part 2

Jaime’s POV

When I awoke in the morning I looked over and saw Milly sleeping with Simba cuddled up against her side with her arms wrapped protectively around him. I chuckle and climb out of the bed and take a photo of the two of them. I upload it to twitter via Instagram ‘Probably the best view to wake up to. @MillyMaw, Simba better not replace me while I’m away J’. I try not to think too much about leaving. I know I have to go but it’s really not something that I really want to have on my mind.

I have a quick shower before I head downstairs to make some breakfast for Milly; she loves to wake up to food. I walk into the kitchen but to my surprise Amelia is already there making pancakes. She looks over to the door of the kitchen where I am standing smiles up at me. I smile as I take a deep breath in and savour the smell of melting butter and pancake batter. I look at Milly questioningly and she laughs slightly.

“Simba woke me up while you were in the shower so I decided to surprise you” she explained.

“Well it smells amazing” I walk over lean against the bench opposite her “It’s been ages since I’ve had your pancakes”

“Hence why I figured to make some” she smiled into the pan and flipped the pancake. Milly really doesn’t cook very often but when she does, my god, it’s always amazing. I think back to all the times she’s cooked for me and one meal stands out. I’ve only had it once and I’m not going to lie, it was probably the best thing I have ever tasted.

“Tell you what else you haven’t made me in a long time?”

“What?”

“Some of that chicken; I haven’t had it since you cooked it for me back in Canberra”

“Because for some reason we never have chicken breasts”

“So if I go and get chicken breasts you’ll make it?”

“I don’t know… I only really make it on special occasions”

I smile and walk over to her and wrap my arms around her waist and pull her back against my chest. I lean forward and place my lips near her ear.

“Please?” I asked lowly and I felt her shudder slightly in my arms. A huge smile stretched across my face. I love that I can make her do that. She spun in my arms and looked up at me with a glint in her eye.

“And what do I get out of it?” she asked with a small smile forming on her lips. I lean down and kiss her gently.

“Whatever you want” I kiss down her jaw line and make my way down her neck. Her hands wrap themselves into my hair and she moaned quietly before suddenly coming back to her senses. She pushed me away gently.

“I’m cooking”

“It can wait”

“Not unless you want your house to burn down”

I sigh and give in. She pecks me quickly on the lips before returning to the pancakes. While she cooks I pull out two plates and set the table. I never really used to use the table and would just sit in the lounge room while I ate unless I had guests over but Milly had grown up with her family always sitting down at the table to together and eating and well, I guess it rubbed off on her a bit. Once it was set I went back to the kitchen to see that Milly had finished and was trying to juggle a plate of pancakes, a bottle of juice and two cups. I laugh as I walk over and take the juice and pancakes off her leaving her with the cups.

“I was fine” she grumbled as we walked through to the dining room.

“Yea but I didn’t really want to risk losing the pancakes, plus I couldn’t just let you carry everything could I?”

“I’m tough; I could handle carrying juice and pancakes”

“I know you are but I’m also a gentleman” she laughed when I said that and just shook her head and dug into her pancakes, I decided to ignore the fact that she just laughed at me and copied her. As always, the pancakes taste amazing. We ate quickly and Amelia took our plates to the kitchen and I went to sit in the lounge.

“What time is your set today?” she asked joining me on the couch.

“At 5, but we need to be there at 4 to make sure everything set up and so we can have our sound check” she nodded and laid down so that her head was rested on my lap and her legs hung over the arm of the couch. Not two minutes after she laid down Simba jumped up onto her stomach. Milly made an oofff sound but let Simba lie on her anyway. She smiled down at the dog while gently stroking him. I think getting her that dog was one of the best decisions I've made. She just looks so much happier and calmer having him around. I think the first time I noticed how much animals calmed her was when we first went out in Canberra. Walking home that night we walked past a couple who were walking their dog and she calmly chatted to them whilst cuddling their dog and this is Amelia we’re talking about. She doesn’t calmly do anything.

“Hey Mil?” I asked

“Yea”

“Could we invite all the guys over tonight for dinner?”

“I guess, how come?”

“Well it will be the last proper home cooked meal we’ll have in two months, yea Tone, Mike and Vic can still have their own tonight but Bring Me and the Mice guys won’t be able to…”

“Oh okay, yea I guess, we’ll have to go shopping before your set then, we won’t have time after and we definitely do not have enough food to feed all of those people” Her mood seemed to have dropped at the mention of the tour. I could tell that she was trying to be strong about us leaving but I can tell how much it’s hurting her. Ever since she broke down when I first told her she has refused to talk properly about it and hasn’t shed another tear about it but I can see in her eyes that she is close to a break down.

I sigh and run my fingers through her hair; something I have found calms her. “Sure, how about we leave in an hour?”

“Sure, I’ll go get dressed.” She gently pushed Simba off her lap and headed up the stairs.
I sat there and patted Simba who was watching Milly leave as if he was curious as to why she left and why she was no longer petting him. I’m glad she has Simba here, a least she won’t be lonely while I’m away. No matter how strong she pretends to be I know that she’s worried about the upcoming months, I know that she doesn’t want to be alone and I don’t want to leave her here. Yea I love to tour but I never thought I would ever find it this hard to leave. How the hell does Oli do this? How does anyone every leave their loved ones behind like this? It hurts; so much. Knowing what I’m doing to her, knowing that it’s my fault that’s she’s feeling like this; it’s killing me. Maybe I should never have gotten off the bus in Australia. Maybe if I had just left her when I was supposed to, maybe if I had never gotten so attached to her she wouldn’t be hurting right now. Maybe she would have been happier if she had never met me.

Notes

Jaime is starting to regret meeting Amelia!!! GUYYYSSSS!!!! I feel bad writing this type of stuff :'(

P.s. it won't be smooth sailing forever, just a heads up....

Love you!!
xox