The Heartbreak Factor - Part Four

As the spring sun shone through the gap in the curtains and flooded the whole room, I slowly opened up my eyes and looked around. Realising I was in the bridal suite at the hotel where I’d be getting married within a matter of hours, I smiled and turned over to see Chloe asleep next to me, still covered in last night’s make-up. I laid in bed in silence for a few more moments, staring at the ceiling. 

“Chloe,” I whispered, tickling her chin with my finger. “Time to get up.”

“No,” she groaned, trying to slap my hand away, still half-asleep.

“Chloe!” I said, shaking her and bouncing on the bed so she bounced up and down, trying to wake her up.

“Sammy!” she groaned, pushing me so hard that I fell off the side of the bed.

“Ouch,” I said, lying on the floor in the spot where I landed.

“Oh shit, are you okay?” Chloe asked, leaning over the side of the bed with an alarmed look on her face.

“Yeah,” I giggled, picking myself up from the floor and sitting back down on the bed. “At least it woke you up.”

“You shouldn’t have done that ‘cos I could have easily had a heart attack, or even worse, had both my legs broken by George for hurting his Princess Sammy,” Chloe laughed. “Happy wedding day by the way.”

“Who’s getting married?” I joked with a huge grin on my face.

“Oh, I wonder,” she laughed, wiping the smudged eyeliner from beneath her eyes with her finger.

I grinned as I got up off the bed. Walking over to the cot where Katy was fast asleep, I leant on the side and watched her as her chest rose up and down as she softly breathed in and out. 

“You’ll have one soon,” I grinned, turning around to look at Chloe as she sat on the bed watching me. 

Chloe smiled at me as she patted her tummy. “Little Josh,” she laughed. 

“Let’s hope it hasn’t got his hair,” I joked. “You’d need a ten hour labour just for the quiff.”

“Can you believe this?” Chloe asked me as she got up from the bed with the help of her crutch. “Here we are – you with a baby and getting married and me married and having a baby, yet it seems like just yesterday when we were those six year olds in the playground at primary school playing hop scotch.”

“Who’d have thought we were still best friends after twenty years,” I grinned. 

“I know. I must be insane to still know you, let alone be best friends with you still,” she winked to me as she stood beside me. 

“Oh, shut up,” I laughed. 

“Remember when we were in primary school and we said best friends for life?” Chloe asked.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I think we meant it,” she grinned.

“Of course we did,” I smiled. 

“BFFLs!” we both laughed in unison. 

*

Sat on the balcony that overlooked the hotel gardens, I looked out as far as I could into the distance. The hotel was situated in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles upon miles of hills and valleys of luscious green grass. There wasn’t much to look at but it was amazingly refreshing to just be alone with my thoughts. The spring sun was even trying to burn its way through the morning mist. I held onto my coffee mug as I sat on the wooden bench, still lost in the horizon as my trail of thought led from one thing to another.