We Might Just Be

42: Where Are We Going With This?

“Your girlfriend is looking very nice this evening, Gerard” Lionel commented as he handed the defender another drink, offering him a small grin. The party was in full swing, Imelda had done a wonderful job with the arrangements, and Gerard didn’t quite know what to say to thank her. She had done an amazing job and when he willed himself to find her, he was going to thank her for it. Gerard smiled a little and nodded. “She does look great, doesn’t she?” he mused, his blue eyes scanning the gathering of people that had filled out the restaurant that Imelda had arranged.

“She’s glowing” Lionel mused “How far in is she now?” he posed, sitting down beside the defender.

“19 weeks. We have a scan with Marcos next week and I am still working on getting Immy to let me find out whether we are having a boy or girl. She insists that we have to wait, but I am pretty sure I can win her around” he noted, his blue eyes spotting Imelda who was talking with Neymar and his girlfriend.

“Why doesn’t she want to know?” Andres quipped, joining the pair beside their table.

“She wants to be surprised” Gerard quipped softly “But me, being a little more practical, wants to know so that I can start painting a nursery or something” he noted.

Lionel shook his head. “It is weird to hear you talking about the baby so fondly” he quipped “I remember when you first told me, you were so freaked and now? You’re speaking like it is the best thing that has ever happened to you” he grinned. It was a nice change, Lionel liked seeing his friend smile and talk about the baby that he and Imelda would soon have, but he couldn’t help but laugh a little at Gerard. Mere months ago, the defender had been petrified and now he looked like a natural.

Gerard shook his head. “It is still an odd thought” Gerard quipped “But seeing that bump and feeling his or her kicks gives me butterflies” he added.

Andres and Lionel smiled softly at the defender for a second before the Spaniard leant forwards. “When are you going to ask Immy the question?” he posed.

Gerard furrowed his brow. “What?” he squeaked.

Andres chuckled. “When are you going to ask Immy to marry you, Gerard?” he quipped “You’re clearly smitten with her and it would make perfect sense. You’re not going to do better and I am sure Immy’s family would be thrilled to see their grandchild born into a couple with intentions of marriage” he added.

Gerard looked at his friends and sighed a little, leaning in a little closer to them. “Can I tell you guys something?” he murmured making the other two nod. “I don’t think I am going to propose to her” he whispered.

“What?” Lionel noted “What do you mean you aren’t going to propose?” he added.

Gerard peeked around them slightly before he sighed. “I thought that I would, but recently, I think I have decided against it. We already live together, we’re already having a baby and I don’t see the need to officialise it with a piece of paper. Immy’s my wife in every sense of the word other than the official and I don’t want the hassle” he explained.

Lionel, who was looking over the defender’s shoulder, sighed. “Turn around” he noted.

Gerard frowned and peeked over his shoulder, noting Imelda who stood merely a foot away from him, an indecipherable look on her face. “Immy” he whispered, pushing himself up “Imelda” he murmured, reaching out for her. Imelda looked at him for a second before she shook her head, skittering away from him.

“Shit” he muttered.

“Don’t just stand there” Lionel muttered “Go and find her” he added, giving the defender’s shoulder a little shove.

Gerard stumbled, but nodded his head, quickly following in Imelda’s wake.

Hugging her coat around her, Imelda shook her head, her back rested against the cool brickwork of the building. She didn’t quite know why she was upset, perhaps it was because she had thought that Gerard wanted the same things as her, but hearing him tell his friends that he didn’t want to ‘officialise’ their relationship hurt. She knew that it wasn’t going to happen in the immediate future, a lot of their attention was fixed on the impending birth of the baby, but she had hoped that it would happen one day. She wanted a wedding, and if Gerard didn’t, she didn’t quite know what they would do.

“Immy?” Gerard posed gently.

Imelda sniffed in response and looked up, her green eyes meeting with his blues.

“Amor, you weren’t supposed to hear that” Gerard muttered as he sat down ahead of her.

“So you were just not going to tell me that you didn’t want to marry me. That’s far better Gerard” she muttered sarcastically. The defender let out a little sigh.

“Immy, I do love you, I just don’t see why we need all the fuss of a wedding. It is a lot of hassle to prove something that you and I both already know. You’re my wife in most senses, just not the official one” he explained.

“I got that when you were telling Andres and Lionel that you didn’t want to marry me” she muttered.

“Immy” he complained gently.

“Gerard, this means something to me” she whispered “I want the wedding, the dress, all of it, and I don’t know if I can give that up to stay with you. I want to be made a fuss of” she murmured softly.

Gerard frowned. “I thought you hated weddings?” he murmured.

“I wouldn’t have hated marrying you. It isn’t about hassle or showing off, it is about celebrating us and to me, that is something worth celebrating” she explained.

Gerard nodded his head a little before silence fell over them, both wearing expressions of contemplation.

Gerard peeked at his girlfriend for a second before he sighed. “Im, if it means that much to you…”

“Gerard I don’t want you to do it because you feel you have to” Imelda interjected “I wanted it because I thought you wanted it. You talked about marriage before and I guess that was where I thought we were going, but clearly not” she noted.

“Imelda, I…”

“I am going back inside Gerard” Imelda interrupted as she moved awkwardly back to her feet “We will talk later” she added before she walked away. Gerard watched after her and sighed.

He didn’t realise that it had meant that much to her.