Gully
My heart swelled to twice its normal size. He left love notes around the house a lot now. I’d even seen some that he was writing with letters addressed to the Bump. I hadn’t asked him about those, not yet.
We did see the Northern Lights that night, sitting on the balcony outside our bedroom, watching the sky dance with greens and yellows and oranges, Gully’s arms wrapped around me while I fiddled with the settings on my camera and tried to slow down time so I could capture the perfect image.
I asked him about the notes he was writing, but I couldn’t wrangle an answer from him.
Not yet.
There was time.
There’d always be time.
Gully
Dear Iris,
London isn’t the same without you, a van and a load of weird furniture that we lugged to Wales. No, seriously. It feels strange being in a hotel room without you. It feels strange being in a bed without you, although I am waking up wondering if I’ve gone deaf because I can’t hear anyone snoring.
You do snore, by the way, and at some point I’m going to record you as proof.
The meetings with my publishers and the production team have gone well. Everything is where it should be in terms of timings and there’s a lot of excitement that I’m actually a book ahead of schedule, to the extent they’re looking at an earlier release which was so not the point of writing like a madman the last few weeks. I have explained that we’re expecting a baby and I’ll be taking paternity leave to be a full time parent for the first nine months at least, but my agent laughed at that and asked if it was even possible for me not to write.
I think she has a point. I’ve managed another chapter today, sat in a café near St Paul’s Cathedral, and I’m still writing to you now – I’ll scan this in with my phone and email it to you. Not the same as having it on paper, but I hope you like the sentiment.
I’m seeing my cousin Claire O’Hara later at her house for dinner. They have four daughters, so her husband Killian lives in a house that is full of females. Somehow he survives, which I think is due to his military training and practice in case he was ever tortured. Their eldest, Eliza, is ten next week, so I’ve done the best cousin thing and bought her a present. Roe and Finn were trying to get me to put their names on it. I didn’t give in.
In other news, my Aunt Marie and Uncle Grant are selling their house in London, which is causing lots of concern with the Callaghan cousins – Claire is a Callaghan; I will do you a family tree at some point when I’ve worked out which of their kids belong to who.
The house sale has caused a furore with my cousins, which is ridiculous, given none of them have lived at home for a decade at least, but there’s all this upset over it being one of their childhood homes. It’s quite entertaining and it’s giving me ideas for a murder.
How’s Monaco and the photo shoot? I loved what you sent me the other day – that’s given me an idea for a story too.
I think my agent’s right.
I’m still going to write during my paternity leave, aren’t I?
Balls.
Speaking of balls, mine are missing you. I tried to jerk off in the shower, but I didn’t have the heart for it. It didn’t feel right.
Love you,
Gully
Dear Gully,
That would’ve been a really lovely letter had you not ended it with commenting on your balls. I miss them too, or rather, I miss your cock. This second trimester thing about having raging hormones is definitely true, however, I’ve had no issue rubbing the bean, to use such a delightful euphemism.
Monaco is ridiculous. It’s full of wealth and gazillionaires where I am, and every second person I walk past is famous or owns half the world or something. We were shooting at the Grand Prix track today, with some of the shots taking place in the F1 cars. That was exciting and I managed to get a few pictures of me in the car that came first in some big race last year, not that I know much about it, but Finn might be impressed.
I have seen some really cute baby clothes that Imighthave bought. I know we said we’d wait until we got closer, but given it’s not that long off until the twenty week scan, I figured it was okay to get a couple of bits. They’re so tiny and cute and I just hope our baby isn’t huge like you and Roe were, even though you were twins. Your mum told me some real horror stories about the pair of you the other evening – I forgot to say. You and Roe were devils from what she said.
Is this true?
Am I in a relationship with someone who really did super glue his twin to a fence?
It’s really nice at the moment to be somewhere it’s sunny and warm. I think we should have a baby moon somewhere, maybe with a beach and our own private pool, so we can make the most of us being a twosome before the baby arrives.
