Don't Look Down (page 4)
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“Krista.. “ Gordon ventured after a moment or two.
“Hm?” Krista kissed his chest softly. His eyes closed, enjoying the gentle sensation.
“It’s nearly time for dinner, darling.. “ Gordon informed her, his hazy voice exciting her all over again.
“We’ve been in bed all day?” Krista wondered, licking his nipple and smiling at his soft sigh of pleasure.
“Mmm, yes.. “ Gordon’s eyes closed and he put his arms around her.
“So naughty,” Krista murmured against his heated skin, biting his collarbone to elicit a sharp, drawn in hiss from him as he felt the sting of her teeth.
“Baby.. “ Gordon moaned, his eyes opening to gaze at her with desire.
“We should have something to eat,” Krista warned him, “aren’t you hungry?”
“Mmm, starving.. “ Gordon leaned down and began to nibble at her ears and neck. Krista giggled and squirmed, as much as she would have loved to have stayed in bed with him even longer, she really was feeling a bit sick with hunger.
“I’m being serious!” she laughed, “come on, please?” Gordon sat back and looked at her defeatedly, giving in to her.
“Alright,” he finally agreed, “I’ll just go and wash up first.”
“Thank you, Pookie,” Krista smiled cheekily and kissed the tip of his nose with a giggle.
Gordon’s expression was priceless and she could not help but collapse with laughter, apologizing to him amusedly as he got out of the bed and shook his head at her. Gordon went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, already planning what he’d be cooking for dinner and exactly how he’d prepare and serve it. Krista lazed on the bed and smiled with her eyes closed, she couldn’t have been happier with how her life was turning out and she just felt so elated in that moment to reflect upon the last two years with Gordon. He was getting more and more famous, could afford this mansion and even a ferrari. Now he wanted to get married and start a family, it all seemed too good to be true and just so perfect, part of her was absently wondering what was going to go wrong and it niggled at her for a while.
She must have drifted off, for when she next opened her eyes, she smelled something delicious and hummed as she stretched awake with a yawn.
“Krista?” Gordon’s voice called to her from the kitchen, “five minutes, yeah?”
“Alright,” Krista called back to him, “I’m up.. “
“You’re up?” Gordon laughed, “what did you do?”
“I fell asleep, baby,” Krista got out of bed, “I’m going to have a shower.”
She wandered into the bathroom and just had to grin, Gordon always left it looking immaculate and had considerately hung dry towels up for her to use.
“Everything is so perfect,” she said to herself, turning on the water and stepping in, “it’s like a dream.”
She hesitantly pinched herself, startling when it stung her arm and confirmed that she was indeed wide awake. Gordon plated up their meals and was just setting them down onto the dining table, when Krista emerged from getting dressed in the bedroom and joined him for dinner.
“You look absolutely stunning, darling,” Gordon complimented her, his smitten gaze making her smile.
“I’m all bedraggled and wet!” Krista laughed at him, “you are such a charmer, you know that?”
She blushed as he shrugged and took a bite of his food, amusement in his gaze and adoration written all over his face. She’d never been used to being loved and adored until she had agreed to date him, now it was something she came to expect from him and she loved the feeling that someone cared more about her than they cared about themselves. She hoped that he knew how much she loved him in return, because sometimes she would look at him and he’d be staring off into space at nothing with a worried expression on his face. Gordon thought that Krista was perfect for him, he always admired and adored her but he couldn’t help feeling that she’d abandon him sooner or later. It was a concern that would plague him for possibly the rest of their lives but he was loathe to mention it to her in case it caused a tension between them that simply could not be resolved.
His deep seated fears of being abandoned were possibly caused by so many others doing it to him in the past, it just became a natural feeling to suspect that it was just going to happen again, right when he was feeling safe and content. So Gordon was protecting himself from that pain by not settling down quite completely, which in turn stressed him and made him a little more snippy at work than he would like to be. The ratings on his shows were astronomical and the more he swore and screamed, the higher the ratings soared. Off camera it wasn’t like that at all and he was very encouraging and polite, but of course none of that ever actually went to air, it just didn’t attract as many viewers. There were far too many ‘nice’ chefs out there in TV land, Gordon was something different and unique and despite his hang ups about appearing so mean, it was making him a very rich man indeed.
But he wasn’t particularly fussed about the dollars so much, it was nice of course but it was really Krista that Gordon was mainly interested in. If he only had a modest salary, he could live with that and be happy as long as she was there with him. Rich or poor, all he ever wanted was someone at his side through thick and thin and Krista hadn’t let him down yet. She’d met him when he was at his lowest point in life and had stuck by him through it all, for this he would be forever grateful and staunchly loyal to her. Krista had fears about Gordon meeting someone else due to his sudden fame and popularity, he was very much sought after lately and often spent days away from home. He was in commercials on the television during the superbowl and everything and no matter where they went together, people would instantly recognize him and swamp him with requests for photographs, selfies and autographs.
When he was in an obliging mood, Gordon would happily interact with his fans and laugh and joke with them, his casual flirting often leaving them grinning and fanning themselves with their papers. If he was in a hurry, or if they caught him on a bad day, he would simply ask them to make it quick in a polite but firm manner. Krista admired his ability to keep his cool, no matter what the situation was, he either dealt with it calmly or removed himself from the vicinity so that he wouldn’t do something he would regret. Such restraint was a highly attractive trait in a man, at least for Krista it was and she hoped that others would somehow get to see him for who he really was rather than just the screaming chef from TV. He was so much more than that and the press often made her angry when they hyped up his television personality, but Gordon didn’t seem at all phased by any of it. She wished she could just go with the flow the way he often did, she supposed he knew what he was doing and would just have to trust him.
“You’re very quiet,” Gordon broke into her deep musings, startling her, “something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong,” Krista smiled at him, “I was just thinking and I guess I got a little carried away for a minute there.”
He offered her an insecure kind of smile and she wished she could reassure him, he loved and doted on her so much, she could never even dream of ever breaking his heart. He kept buying her nice things, taking her to places she’d only ever seen in flashy holiday magazines and it sometimes felt like he was trying way too hard to please her when all she really wanted was to cuddle up on the sofa and just watch a movie. Not that she was ungrateful, she loved everything he did for her and gave her, but it was her time spent with him that she valued over any sparkling jewels or fancy resort and she wanted to let him know somehow but was afraid of sounding like she didn’t appreciate his efforts. Many times she’d practised in front of the mirror of how to word it just so, but she never found the courage to actually say such things directly to him when he walked into the room and flashed her that flatteringly loving smile of his.
“Anything I should know?” Gordon prompted her, confirming her fears that he was worried about her thinking about leaving him.
Krista sighed and smiled at him, his worried eyes searching hers just broke her heart and she wanted to be able to put his concerns to rest once and for all, but how?
“I was just thinking about how much I love you,” she responded in a dreamy voice, making him blush and grin like a little boy, “and how lucky I am to be with someone who loves me unconditionally.”
Gordon relaxed in his seat and exhaled slowly, it was funny to Krista that he would be worried about losing someone as unimportant as herself. She was just a hotel janitor, nothing special compared to the famous Gordon James Ramsay, multiple restaurant owner, Michelin Star Chef and TV personality. If she left him tomorrow, he’d easily pick up another woman within hours, minutes even and yet she somehow sensed that it wouldn’t be the same. Could anyone fit together with him so perfectly as she felt that she did? Would they only be after his wealth or fame? Krista knew that Gordon trusted her because of how they had met, neither of them had much to begin with except for each other and it seemed to be everything they had ever needed.
“Now who is being charming?” Gordon teased her.
“But you are charmed, aren’t you?” Krista provoked him, “you’re completely under my spell.. ”
Gordon nodded slightly, his gaze lowering somewhat because she could so very easily abuse that power and yet she never did. Krista knew that it bugged him deep down to leave himself so open and vulnerable, he was often closely guarded and defensive except for when he was relaxed and in a playful mood.
“Gordon.. “ Krista spoke softly, waiting for his stunning blue eyes to meet with her gaze once more, “I will never stop loving you, I need you to understand that and.. and I need you to believe it.”
It was now or never to clear the air with him, she wanted to be married to a man who was secure in his relationship with her and that couldn’t happen if he continued to doubt her.
Gordon felt the urge to tell Krista that he did believe her, but he was an honest man and didn’t want to lie to her. It bothered him that she’d noticed his insecurities, of course he wasn’t exactly very good at masking his feelings at the best of times. He’d been down a few times in his life and each time he got to the bottom, he always found out who was there for him and who was not and he never, ever forgot. Right now, he had managed to build himself back up to a point where, if there happened to be another recession, he could easily ride it out on what he’d saved or could sell. Everything was going quite alright, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling of impending abandonment that plagued every spare moment of free time he allowed himself to take.
Krista read the guilty expression on his face and sighed softly, would she ever get through to him?
“Gordon, you don’t need to shower me with gifts to keep me interested,” Krista explained to him gently, “honestly, you are everything I need.. Do you understand?”
She wanted him to know that he was enough, everything else was pure bonus and while she loved his fame and fortune, it meant nothing to her when compared to the man himself.
“I’d choose you over anything that can be sold or bought,” Krista went on, “I feel such a deep connection with you, it’s never going to fade.”
“How can you be so sure?” Gordon asked her, hating to be so misgiving about the whole thing but unable to shake the fear from his thoughts.
“Because,” Krista reached for his hand and took it into her own, “it’s just as strong now as it was when I first felt it, two years ago.”
Gordon looked at her with what she could only hope was relief and understanding, even if she could not put his fears completely to rest, maybe she could still alleviate them somewhat.
“Alright,” Gordon responded favorably, “I understand, but now I need to tell you something.”
Krista felt suddenly nervous, it was his turn now but was he angry about anything she’d said to him just now? Or for even bringing it up in the first place?
“Go on,” Krista encouraged him quietly, just wanting to get it over with if he was going to explode at her.
“You’ve got a bit of sauce there.. “ Gordon told her, leaning in to kiss at the corner of her mouth, “still there.. “
He kissed again and she kissed him back this time, he pulled away and grinned at her, amusement sparkling in his eyes.
“Ah, got it that time.. “ he laughed.
“Oh my God, you’re such a dork!” Krista laughed as well, “can you ever actually be serious?!”
“I don’t see the sense in it,” Gordon replied idly, “unless there’s something else you need to say?”
Krista shook her head, no. Plenty enough had been said already for now, she didn’t want to bother him with the smaller things that could be resolved at a much later time.
“Are you okay with it, though?” Krista wondered.
“Yeah,” Gordon kissed her cheek softly, “but just so you know, I buy you things because I want to.. Not because I feel that I have to.”
Krista smiled at him, she was alright with being told she was wrong because it meant that she could put this particular thought to bed.
“I’m glad,” she said quietly to him.
“Good,” Gordon smirked at her amusedly, “I’d hate to piss off the woman who washes my underwear.”
“Ugh!” Krista punched him in the arm playfully.
“Ow!” Gordon laughed, reeling back and rubbing the area she’d struck, “hey! Domestic violence!”
“So call the cops,” Krista bit back a grin as she dared him with her gaze.
“I could have you arrested,” Gordon threatened her but his smile let her know he was still being playful with her.
“Do you think I’d look good in cuffs, baby?” Krista purred, half closing her eyes and enjoying the reaction she got from the growing tent in his trousers.
“Only one way to find out, darling,” Gordon lowered his voice, sending a thrill down her body that tingled between her legs.
He was easily teased into arousal, but he could do it right back to her just as quickly and Krista slowly got to her feet. She ran her hands over her body, further provoking him as she went down onto her knees and placed her hands behind her back.
“I give up,” she said in a sultry tone, determined to beat him at this game, “you’d better arrest me then, before I run away.. “
Gordon was hesitant at first, he didn’t exactly carry handcuffs with him at all times and he wasn’t exactly sure where he’d put the ones he did have. They hadn’t been used in a while, though he was pretty sure he might have left them at someone else’s house, or one of his flats that he rented under a false name in case he got lucky away from home or needed a bed when the hotels were all full up.
“Just a sec.. “ he hurried off to his bedroom and Krista couldn’t help but smile, she felt so free of the worries that had been weighing her down, she felt so much lighter and hoped he was feeling the same way. If he had to be brutally honest, Gordon was definitely feeling validated and unburdened of many of his own concerns. So she wanted to play, did she? He rummaged around in a box he kept at the bottom of his closet, it was full of unusual things and many of them were so incredibly kinky, he couldn’t help getting excited just by looking at them. Some of the items sparked a memory or two and he felt his face blushing heatedly, especially as he took out the strap-on and set it aside in favor of searching for the cuffs.
“Damn,” he grumbled under his breath, looking behind the box now, where were they?!
Gordon sat back on his knees and felt baffled, he couldn’t think of where he might have left the cuffs and as he ran his fingers through his hair to try and remember, he felt something cold and metallic suddenly snap around his left wrist.
“Hey..?” Gordon looked around and Krista cuffed his right wrist, giggling amusedly.
“I found them a while ago,” she explained, as Gordon flexed his wrists in order to try to free himself, “I think they look better on you.”
“I hope you found the key as well,” Gordon looked bemused at the situation, “unless you fancy explaining this to a locksmith.. “
Krista looked worried, but suddenly grinned when she saw him turn slightly pale.
“Don’t worry,” she reassured him, “I’ve got the key.. Now, come here.. “
She grabbed the chain and pulled him closer to her, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his lips. Gordon leaned down so she wouldn’t have to stretch up too far, playing hard to get was never his style and she knew that she could always have him anytime she wanted him. If ever he did refuse her, she knew he was either genuinely exhausted or something was very wrong. She ran her hand down over his abs and stroked his hardening erection through his clothes, driving him to urgently slip his tongue into her mouth and kiss her more passionately. Knowing he couldn’t get away, Krista kept a firm hold on the chain and pulled him closer still. The tug on his wrists forced Gordon to bend lower, making it easier for Krista to return his fiery kiss with some vigor of her own.
A moment later, she felt his hand slip up under her blouse and she looked surprised as she drew back, their heavy breathing filling the stunned silence that suddenly hung in the air.
“Safety release catch,” Gordon mused with a defiant grin, now pulling her blouse and bra off deftly, catching her unawares and cuffing her hands behind her back.
“Wait, what!?” Krista demanded with a giggle, “Gordon! Gordon, no! Nooo!”
She was still giggling as she squirmed and tried to get free of his grip but he soon had her in his arms and was kissing along her collarbone softly. She couldn’t help but moan as he cupped her breasts, lifted them, separated them and moved them around in massaging circles.
“Ohh, Gordon.. “ Krista closed her eyes, straining against the metal rings and trying to finger them in order to locate the release catch.
His deep hum in response thrilled her and she felt her knees weaken, his hot tongue now gliding languidly up over her neck towards her ear. Just as she was relaxing into his gentle ministrations, he suddenly lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. Krista squealed and kicked her legs, struggling half heartedly until he dropped her carefully onto the bed. She wriggled but he whisked off her pants and pushed her down onto her front, leaving her cheek pressed against the sheets and her rear end presenting to him. Krista blushed hard in this humiliating position, her eyes closing as she felt his finger stroking up and down along her soft folds through the thin fabric of her moist panties.
“Gorgeous, darling.. “ Gordon breathed heavily, his eyes half closed as he continued to firmly stroke her and watched as she grew wetter and wetter. He could smell her delicious sex scent now as she was in a most highly aroused state, her moans and soft sighs spurring him on.
“These cuffs definitely look better on you.. “ Gordon groaned, leaning down to inhale deeply before probing his tongue into her panties.
Krista threw back her head and moaned louder, an almost pleading tone to her voice as he teased her into desperate wanting. Gordon shifted to kiss her with wet, open mouthed kisses to the back of each knee, sliding his hands up and down her thighs and calves. Krista felt him tugging her panties slowly down, as his kisses extended to her ankles and then peppered back towards her upper thighs again. Now completely exposed to him, she felt her face flush even brighter red because she knew he’d be admiring his handiwork by now. Gordon sat back to look her over, he could take all the time he wanted but he was not so patient as all that and he soon grabbed the chain link between the handcuffs, pulling her up onto her knees.
He kept pulling and she was confused, until he had her standing up and pressed her upper half into the wall. She bit back a smile as he spread her legs, patting her down slowly as if he were searching for something hidden on her naked person. He gave her breasts a most loving squeeze, then his touch turned feathery light and she could barely feel him at all. Her desire was cooling off, Gordon knew this and he calculated before suddenly thumbing her soft folds apart and massaging her down there. The return of his firm touch flared up her excitement anew, stronger this time and she cried out in pleasure. Gordon withdrew his hands from her, eliciting a nearly savage growl of protest from Krista, which settled down when she heard him unzip his pants. Setting free his straining cock, Gordon grunted as it sprang forth from his clothes and he nudged it right at her entrance. She was permissible and wide open, ready and dripping for him.
With a guttural growl of lust, Gordon pushed into her and Krista moaned loudly to encourage him to keep going. He pulled her arms right back until it hurt just a little, she leaned forwards until he was supporting her weight - if he let go, she’d topple forwards. Completely helpless now, Krista could only moan and beg for him not to stop. Gordon started thrusting into her slowly, making her plead for him to speed up but keeping his pace frustratingly languid. Krista mewled and closed her eyes, hanging her head in defeat and her body rocked back and forth along with the powerful thrusts of his hips.
“Gordonnn!” Krista called, her body fired up and demanding release but his pace was far too slow, “damnnn!”
His smug grin was short lived, as he heard a soft click and she suddenly had him somehow pinned down onto his back. Krista gazed heatedly down at his wide blue eyes, the look of complete shock thrilling her as she began to impale herself repeatedly hard and fast onto his rigid cock. Gordon groaned and arched his back, reaching up to grasp her hips and not fighting it as she had her way with him. She felt pleased with herself for managing to get free of her bonds, it had actually been starting to hurt a bit too much and if she hadn’t located the release catch, she would have had to have asked him to stop. Theirs was not a relationship of weak and strong, they were equal partners and shared in everything, especially pleasure.
“Thought you could cuff me, did you?” Krista growled at him, squeezing her inner muscles tightly around his throbbing member.
“Huhh, yes.. “ Gordon responded defiantly, his eyes rolling closed.
“Ohh.. “ Krista moaned, not as in control as she thought she was, “babyyy.. “
His deep groan resonated through her body like a vibration, feeling her fingernails digging deeply into his forearms and enjoying the pleasure he derived from the sharp stinging sensation. Krista felt that she had to admit, they both kind of sucked at being dominant with each other and she figured it all boiled down to a deep sense of love and respect. Gordon was certainly the biggest dom in the kitchen, no matter where the kitchen was and Krista loved that about him but at home? Pure teddybear pushover. He really showed his underside to her and there was a profound amount of respect and trust between them at all times, because Gordon was not always at home yet neither of them even thought of straying. This ensured a very romantic and much needed rekindling of their physical relationship when he finally did come home, exploring one another’s body as if learning it anew.
Grinding her hips, she revelled in the surprised outcry that escaped his parted lips. With a heated blush to his face and ears, Gordon’s expression was bewildered as she took complete control and soon had him subdued into a gasping climax that quickly triggered hers and left them both breathless and panting into each other’s mouths as they tried to make out and calm themselves down. After several minutes passed, Krista collapsed onto Gordon and relaxed into his warm embrace, his muscular arms never failed to make her feel both loved and protected.
“I feel so lucky to have you,” she whispered, kissing his closed eyelids. Gordon hummed sleepily, he felt like the lucky one and he murmured so as he began to drift off, making her smile widely and feel stinging tears in her eyes as she nuzzled up against him and felt content to just remain locked together as they slept.
*
The next morning, Krista woke up to Gordon calling her name. She blinked and frowned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes with a tired yawn.
“Krista!” Gordon called again, he sounded impatient and she wondered just how long he had been calling her for.
She got out of bed and quickly wrapped a robe around herself, suddenly annoyed with his tone of voice and intent on giving him a piece of her mind. However, as she emerged from the bedroom, she felt a chill run down her spine when she heard a heated argument already occurring downstairs. She’d heard Gordon screaming like this on television, but that was mostly just for the show, why would he be screaming now and at this godforsaken hour of the morning?
She hurried downstairs, walked into the living room and took a step back. Gordon had some poor guy bailed up against the wall, their faces almost touching as they spat curse words back and forth so quickly that Krista could barely follow the conversation. She was terrified, would Gordon hit the guy? Would the guy strike first?
They were both red with their teeth bared and their faces scrunched up angrily, but why had Gordon called her? Glancing down when she noticed something moving out of the corner of her eye, Krista gasped and swooped in on the infant, hurrying to remove the little girl from the scene unfolding before them. Gordon turned to look at her and the guy took his chance, ducking away from the fired up Chef and slipping towards the front door.
“Hey!” Gordon shouted, chasing after him, “get the fuck back here!”
Krista could hear them start going at it all over again, right outside this time for the entire street to observe. So, why didn’t the guy come back for his child?
Outside, Gordon now had the man bailed up against his car, if one could call the beaten up old rust bucket a vehicle at all.
“I’ve told you everything!” the man was almost in tears now, but they were tears of rage and fear rather than sadness.
“You’ve told me fucking nothing!” Gordon raged.
“Nothing!” the man repeated, just as angrily, “you don’t listen! I’ve told you everything, I swear!”
“Fuck me.. “ Gordon groaned, “you fucking knob.. You come here with a severely malnourished little girl and tell me she’s my fucking problem now, how is that telling me fucking anything at all?”
“Hey, I’m just the messenger okay?” the man backed down, “take it up with Erica.”
“Erica?” Gordon looked baffled, “what?!”
“I promised I wouldn’t mention her name but there it is,” the man averted his gaze.
“Wait.. “ Gordon rubbed his forehead, “how old is the girl?”
The man was silent for a moment, then he cleared his throat.
“Ahh, around fifteen months.. “ he said quietly, looking up at Gordon’s eyes as he seemed to be suddenly grasping the situation at last.
“Can.. Can I.. ?” the man stammered.
“Fuck off,” Gordon spoke in his most disgusted tone of voice, “fucking fuck off!”
Within moments, the screech of tyres could be heard as the old engine roared and clunked off as fast as it was physically able to go. Gordon walked back inside, running his fingers through his hair and exhaling long and loud, trying to calm himself down and as he entered the kitchen, he looked down at Krista. She was cradling the now unconscious child and tears rolled down her cheeks as Gordon knelt beside her, the screaming sounds of an ambulance siren drawing quickly closer by the moment.
“She just collapsed,” Krista sobbed, her shoulders shaking, “I had to call them.. I can’t wake her up!”
“Hey, hey.. Shhh, come on.. “ Gordon drew her into his embrace, “you did the right thing, darling.”
“How could someone do this to their own child?” Krista asked softly, stroking the infant’s blond hair, “this is cruelty.. and abandonment!”
Gordon sighed heavily and they both stood back as the paramedics rushed in, police swarming around behind them preparing to ask questions.
“It’s not abandonment if one of the parents is present,” Gordon told her, still hugging her as he fought back the urge to push everyone away from the baby.
“What are you saying?” Krista asked him, “is the mother still outside?”
“No, darling.. “ Gordon said to her gently.
“Well then.. ?“ Krista trailed off, drawing back to stare at him in disbelief.
“It’s me,” Gordon admitted, keeping eye contact with her now, “that’s my baby.”
Krista looked around at the tiny little bag of bones, but explanations could wait, they had to get her to the hospital - now.
*
By lunchtime, things had calmed down and were less erratic. Krista stood over by the door, while Gordon sat next to the hospital crib and stroked the little girl’s hair. She was awake and smiling now, undoubtedly his daughter with those inherently stunning blue eyes and a headstrong disposition.
“I just don’t understand,” Krista puzzled, “Erica could have sued you for child support, or more.. “
Gordon looked up while she spoke, taking in what she was saying and listening intently to her.
“I suppose not everyone is like that,” he said to her quietly.
“She could still come back and make our lives miserable over this,” Krista warned him.
“I know,” Gordon agreed, “but we can only cross that bridge when and if we come to it.”
Krista nodded, she understood what he meant but she still couldn’t help worrying about it. Getting so attached and then having Erica come along to snatch the baby away, it’d devastate him. She paled, was that her plan?
“I’d ask you to go off and find the cafe but hospital food is rubbish.. “ Gordon told her with a half grin, "that's why there's a morgue downstairs."
Krista relaxed her shoulders and smiled at him, glad of the comic relief and Gordon extended his arm. Krista accepted the invitation and sat in his lap as he cuddled her, kissing her cheek softly.
“You're terrible! So what happens now?” Krista asked, looking down at the tot.
“Well,” Gordon sat back and gazed up into her eyes, “she has to stay here for a few days and then I suppose we take her home.”
“Us?” Krista looked confused.
“Yes,” Gordon spoke firmly now, “I’m not letting Erica go near her ever again.”
“Have you called her?” Krista wondered.
“No,” Gordon responded bitterly, “I don’t want to talk to her.”
“But she owes you an explanation,” Krista insisted.
“Don’t fucking argue, babe.. “ Gordon got defensive suddenly, “there’s nothing she can say that’ll make an ounce of difference.. “
Krista nodded and dropped the subject, it was still a fresh and raw wound and he wasn’t going to be able to have a civil conversation about it, at least not today anyway. Gordon was upset that he wasn’t able to protect the little girl, that she had suffered so much and nobody had even told him about her. Krista could see him already blaming himself for the tot’s condition, knowing he’d have ensured that she got at least three healthy meals a day if he’d have known. It was going to have to happen sooner or later, Erica had to have her say and tell her side of the story and Gordon needed closure on the matter, whether he wanted to hear it or not. Krista wasn’t going to ask Gordon when they would be going home for the night or if he was going to take a break away from the hospital, he seemed to be reluctant to leave the bedside, even when he had to duck out to visit the bathroom.
“She looks just like you,” Krista smiled sadly at the too thin girl, “but she sure doesn’t look fifteen months old.”
“That’s the malnutrition,” Gordon explained, “you need a decent diet to grow properly, we can only hope that no permanent damage has been done to her.”
“How long before they can tell?” Krista worried now.
“All in good time,” Gordon was keen to drop the subject again, “they’re doing everything they can for her.”
Krista pursed her lips, no doubt she would be getting the best medical care available, sometimes it really paid to be rich and famous and the head nurse seemed to have quite the schoolgirl crush on Gordon. Krista had so many questions regarding the man and Erica, so she guessed that Gordon had twice as many but she decided to let him have his quiet time just now and simply get to know the shocking new addition to their lives. First he had asked her to move in with him and now this, it was making her head spin as she thought of the media and fan reactions once word got out. She turned and looked back down at the little girl, who smiled back at her and Krista had to marvel at how such an abused little soul could seem so placid and content.
It was then that she finally stopped listening to her doubtful thoughts, the bleeps and blips of the machines and the fears in her head, the room fell silent around her as she heard only Gordon’s voice, humming very softly. The melody was unfamiliar, but it seemed to really soothe the baby, who looked nearly half asleep by now. He was still stroking her hair and her eyes began to flutter and roll, then she drifted off to sleep and Gordon sat back once more.
“Gordon.. “ Krista started.
“Fucking Twat,” Gordon growled, fierce blue eyes now raging at the floor, “fucking Plonker.. I’ll fucking kill him!”
“Gordon, please.. “ Krista tried to calm him down, “it’s not worth the prison time.. Think of your daughter now.. “ Gordon looked up at her, his fury subsiding somewhat.
“I do think of her,” Gordon responded softly, “and you, that’s why the wanker’s still got both his kneecaps.. “
*
It took quite a while for little Savannah to become well enough for Gordon and Krista to take her home with them, but during that time, Krista had ensured a room was ready at home for the little girl. The day the nurses told them that they could finally take Savannah home, Gordon was so overjoyed that he was tearful and Krista felt relieved, she wasn’t a fan of hospitals and having to stay there for weeks at a time. Everything was ready, they had a car seat for the baby (and a car that it could be fitted into) Krista had moved in and at last, they took the first steps into their home with Krista cradling Savannah.
“I hope she likes her room,” Krista spoke softly, so as not to awaken the slumbering infant.
“We should move her crib into our room,” Gordon fretted.
“Gordon.. No.. “ Krista whined softly.
“Just for a few nights,” Gordon bargained with her, “just until she gets settled in.. “
Krista couldn’t resist his big, blue eyes when he pleaded with her like this, so she sighed and caved in with a nod of her head. She loved him for including her so immediately like that, not putting his foot down and using the fact that he was the father and she was of no relation whatsoever to the child. Gordon smiled with relief, kissing her cheek and hugging her gently for fear of crushing the baby in Krista’s arms.
“Thank you darling,” he said quietly, “it won’t be for long, I promise.”
Krista returned his smile, but was it the baby he was so worried about settling in or was he the one who needed to adjust to being apart from her?
*
Savannah slept in their bedroom for the first week, feeding was shared between them and a nurse came to visit daily to teach them how to care for the infant and change her diapers. Savannah was developmentally delayed, but as far as they could tell, no actual brain damage or lasting physical effects had occurred and she would eventually catch up to her peers with the help of both physical and speech therapy. Krista never felt left out, in fact, she actually felt a doting fondness for the child and considered Savannah her daughter. Gordon never, ever said anything different and always adhered to her when she spoke about the baby.
Equal partners, there were no shouts of ‘she’s my baby, not yours’ - even when they disagreed on certain things. Compromise was key here and Gordon knew it well enough, he’d lost too much in his life from being stubborn and overconfident, he knew when to quit while he was ahead by now. Watching him with her was gold, what a pushover! That little girl was going to be super spoilt and Krista had to keep herself from lavishing Savannah any further, Gordon was the biggest softie she’d ever seen and that baby never went a day without anything her little heart desired. Of course, neither did Krista or even Gordon himself. They had their ups and downs, especially during sleepless nights when Savannah simply wouldn’t settle, eventually ending up sleeping in the bed between them or on Gordon’s chest as he sat in an armchair humming softly to her.
*
One afternoon, when they were talking about how to celebrate Savannah’s first birthday party, Krista’s phone buzzed and she got up to answer it. Gordon put Savannah into her highchair and started feeding her some nice, home cooked baby food.
“Hello?” Krista left the room to leave the pair in peace.
“Krista,” came a familiar voice, “how are you?”
“Erica?” Krista narrowed her eyes, “how did you get this number?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Erica replied casually, “congratulations on landing the hottest chef in the biz!”
“What do you want, Erica?” Krista asked her firmly, considering hanging up.
“What? Can’t an old friend just call and say hello?” Erica asked back.
“Not you,” Krista responded icily.
“Alright fine,” Erica dropped her innocent act, “I’m calling about the brat.”
“She’s not a brat,” Krista felt fired up now, “you should be ashamed of yourself for letting her get so sick!”
“I couldn’t cope!” Erica raised her voice, “I got depressed, I started to drink real heavy and that fucker I was with didn’t look twice at me after I told him I was pregnant with some other man’s baby.”
Krista fell silent, listening to her explanation and wondering if any of it was truthful.
“I thought about getting rid of it,” Erica admitted, “but when I saw that tiny little heart beating, Krista.. I couldn’t. It wasn’t right.”
“Why didn’t you tell him?” Krista demanded, “why did you never tell Gordon? He would have helped you!”
“I didn’t want to ruin his life,” Erica responded sadly, “he’s got it all going for him, I didn’t want to dump a kid in his lap.”
“What made you change your mind?” Krista wondered.
“I stopped pitying myself long enough to actually take notice of her,” Erica said softly, “I saw her thin, skeletal frame and the folds of skin hanging from her bones.. I nearly killed myself in shame.”
Krista briefly thought she should have done just that, but didn’t voice it.
“I told Scotty to just take her to Gordon’s place,” Erica concluded, “I knew he’d take her in, I knew he’d fall in love with her and that she would be safe.”
“He really has taken to her,” Krista bit back a smile as she peered around the corner of the door, watching Gordon pretend the spoon was a plane in order to encourage Savannah to eat.
“Really?” Erica sounded interested to hear this, “so they’ve hit it off, then?”
“Utterly inseparable,” Krista blurted, “I’ve never seen him so besotted.”
“Oh.. “ Erica sounded disappointed.
“What’s wrong?” Krista asked her, furrowing her brow.
“Well, nothing.. Only I.. “ Erica hesitated, clearing her throat, “I’ve been to rehab and got my shit together.. I’ve even got a job and.. “
“Don’t say it.. “ Krista shook her head, lowering her voice, “Erica please.. “
“I’m sorry,” Erica responded coldly, not sounding at all apologetic, “but I would like my baby back now.”
Krista’s face dropped.. And she ended the call. She looked in at Gordon with a building feeling of dread, like the nervous sensation people got when they were about to go onstage or make a speech. How was she going to break it to him?
“Babe look.. “ Gordon laughed, “she’s doing it all by herself!”
Krista set down her phone and smiled, entering the dining room and watching as Savannah awkwardly fed herself with her spoon.
“What a clever little thing you are!” Krista encouraged her.
“Who was on the phone?” Gordon wondered. Krista’s stomach felt like it was churning itself into knots.
“E-Erica.. “ she stammered, watching his face go from relaxed and smiling to hard and frowning.
“What did she want?” he asked firmly.
Krista flicked her gaze to Savannah and Gordon stood up before she could even say a single word.
“No,” Gordon spoke firmly, “no, absolutely not. I’ll fight this.. “
Krista carefully hugged his arm.
“We’ll fight it,” she reminded him.
He put his other arm around her and kissed her on top of her head softly.
“I’m sorry darling,” Gordon apologized.
Krista hugged him tighter, determined to see this through to the end.
“There’s no way she can possibly win,” Krista reassured him, “I’m sure that all we’ve got to do is show the hospital records and we can’t lose.”
There would be many other factors to consider, such as the improvement of Erica’s behavior but Krista was almost positive that Savannah wasn’t going anywhere.
“I hope you’re right,” Gordon said quietly, “it’s been almost nine months, why now? Why can’t she just leave us alone?”
“I don’t know,” Krista replied, stroking his cheek and jolting in surprise when her fingertips got wet, “please don’t.. You’ll start me off.. “
She couldn’t ever help blubbering when she knew Gordon was upset, his tears only made hers come out more easily. He laughed gently, pressing foreheads with her and looking into her eyes.
“We’ll pull through,” he promised her, “one way or another.”
He then let her go and picked up Savannah, taking her off into the bathroom for a wash. Krista hesitated, one way or another? What did he mean by that? Surely he wouldn’t do something illegal..
*
Erica fumed at her phone, setting it down to avoid throwing it across the room in a fit of rage.
“What’s the matter?” asked Scotty.
“Stupid bitch hung up on me!” Erica practically roared.
“Hey, calm down.. “ Scotty stood up and rubbed her arm, “they’ve agreed to give us the kid, right?”
“No,” Erica swatted him away, “looks like we’re going to have to fight for the little bitch in court.”
“Court? Oh no.. “ Scotty backed off, “I can’t go to court, I’m wanted in five states already.. And how’re we ever going to afford a lawyer?”
“We can’t,” Erica sighed heavily, “unless they agree to get paid after we win.”
“I don’t think it works that way,” Scotty spoke doubtfully.
“Then what do you suggest?” Erica demanded.
“What about an out of court settlement?” Scotty suggested, “it’s much cheaper and we can really sting them for anything we want.”
Erica smiled slightly, it was certainly a sound plan in her mind.
“A big cash settlement,” she grinned wider, “I could ask for anything and he’d give it to me just to hold onto his precious baby.. “
“Wait, I thought we were going to get him for child support?” Scotty puzzled.
“Nah,” Erica waved that idea away, “I’d rather take his money and run, let him take care of the kid.”
“But how can he if you ruin him?” Scotty wondered.
“I don’t care,” Erica spat angrily, “it’s either his wealth or the kid. I want everything he owns, except her.”
“That’s asking a lot,” Scotty was doubtful.
“Well,” Erica picked up her phone once more and dialled Gordon’s number directly, “let’s see just how much daddy’s little girl really means to him.. “
*
Gordon felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, just as Krista walked in to help with Savannah’s bath. She always freaked out whenever they put her into it, but as long as the two of them were in the bathroom together, she calmed down a great deal and they were able to bathe her a lot more calmly. Gordon sat back while Krista took over, taking out his phone and almost snarling as he answered it.
“What do you want now?” he demanded angrily.
“Mmm, I always did love it when you were fired up,” Erica’s voice fuelled his internal rage, “angry sex is my favorite.. “
Krista half listened, worried as she took Savannah out of the tub and began to dry her off carefully while the tot played with a bright yellow rubber duckie.
“You’re not getting your hands on Savannah,” Gordon spoke bitterly, “I’ll drag you through the courts for years.. “
“Now now,” Erica tried not to let him sense how nervous she was when she heard this, “there’s no need to go there, I’m feeling generous enough to agree to an out of court settlement.”
“An out of court settlement?” Gordon repeated, calming down somewhat, “how much were you thinking of?”
He’d give her anything she asked for and his biggest problem was that Erica was already quite aware of that fact. So was Krista.
“Do be careful, honey,” Krista whispered.
“I want.. “ Erica paused for effect, “everything.”
“What do you mean?” Gordon asked her.
“I mean everything that’s yours,” Erica told him firmly, “give me all of it, every belonging, every house, every dollar.. All of it and you can keep her, I’ll never contact you again.”
“No, you won’t ever need to, will you?” Gordon snarked, “stupid bitch, no fucking deal. Get yourself a lawyer and we’ll talk then.”
“You know I’ll win!” Erica tried to bluff him, desperate for something, anything, in exchange for the girl, “I’m her mother!”
“And a shit one at that,” Gordon’s voice had become calm, that irritatingly calm tone of his when he knew he was riling someone up, “starvation, abuse, neglect.. Paints a really pretty picture, don’t you think?”
Erica gripped her phone so tightly, she nearly cracked the screen.
“I’ll go to the press,” she growled, “I’ve noticed you have been able to keep her out of the public eye so far, I’ll blow the lid wide open!”
“Go on and do it then,” Gordon called her bluff, “let’s see what the public thinks of how you treated your own baby.”
Erica fumed, seethed and ground her teeth, she was lost for words and couldn’t think of anything else to bargain with.
“How many times have you gone to sleep.. “ Gordon said softly, “only to see that pitiful little body laying there, helpless and thin.. Her tiny hands no longer reaching out for you, eyes avoiding you because there’s no point in seeking attention anymore because it just doesn’t work.. The first time I gave her a bottle she sucked on it like mad because she thought I might get bored and take it from her.. Just like good old mummy used to do.. “
“Stop it!!” Erica screamed, “asshole!”
“I’m an arsehole?!” Gordon demanded.
“How could you say those things to me?!” Erica began to sob.
“I couldn’t have said them if you hadn’t allowed it to happen in the first place,” Gordon told her firmly, “you’re not getting your hands on her Erica and I think you know that.”
“I don’t want her anyway,” Erica sniffled coldly, “but give me something Gordon, you owe me something at least!”
“Can’t walk away empty handed,” Gordon said quietly, “uh?”
“That’s right,” Erica growled, “I carried that little-.. “
Gordon ended the call, unable to listen to her a minute longer. Krista handed him the baby, taking the phone from him and Gordon cuddled the now clothed little girl.
“So.. What happens now?” Krista wondered.
“To be honest?” Gordon replied curiously, “I haven’t a fucking clue.”
“That didn’t sound like it went our way,” Scotty frowned.
“That’s because it didn’t!” Erica screamed in his face, her entire body shaking with the effort to not lose her temper violently, “I need a fucking drink!!”
Scotty backed away and watched her pour herself a glass of brandy, then she set the glass down and began to just chug from the bottle. Scotty grimaced, shaking his head at her.
“You got too greedy,” he said to her firmly, “I would have settled for a couple of million bucks, now we’ve got nothing.. “
Erica dropped the bottle, it had only been half full but she needed more.
“Come on,” she ignored the remark, “let’s go out, I’ve got some thinking to do. I’m not walking away from this without crushing Gordon Ramsay.”
“Why do you want to hurt him so badly?” Scotty asked her, pulling on his coat.
“Because,” Erica sniffed haughtily, “he was supposed to marry me, not her.”
Scotty rolled his eyes.
“Um, hello? Boyfriend standing right here!” he complained.
“Just shut up and come on,” Erica grabbed his arm, “it’s your shout.”
*
“I’m really looking forward to Savannah’s first birthday party,” Krista followed Gordon into the nursery, “I mean, I know she’s turning two and all but I seriously doubt she ever got a party at one.”
“I know what you mean,” Gordon agreed, putting the baby down into her cradle and watching her drift off to sleep, “she’s so much calmer than she used to be.”
“She knows she’s safe now,” Krista rubbed his back.
“Is she?” Gordon wondered, his brow creasing worriedly.
“As long as she’s here with us,” Krista spoke carefully, “she’s as safe as can be.”
“But Erica.. “ Gordon reminded her.
“We will deal with her,” Krista reassured him, “we have to stay strong, alright?”
Gordon nodded, of course she was right, she usually was. Krista forced a smile at him, she didn’t like it when Gordon was worried, he was generally such a confident man and nothing ever really phased him - Hell, the guy once ate a tarantula! With an involuntary shudder, Krista took his hand and he turned his gaze from the sleeping tot to look into Krista’s eyes.
“Do you think I’ll ever have a baby?” Krista asked softly, feeling selfish for dropping her worries upon him when he had his own problems to fret over just now.
“Of course you will darling,” he told her firmly, “it’s just.. Taking a while.”
Krista nodded and lowered her head, but Gordon placed his finger under her chin and made her look back at him.
“Why don’t we try again tonight?” he suggested to her.
Krista nodded, beaming at him now. She’d felt a little frustrated that it wasn’t happening for her and she had figured that Gordon was too distracted now with Savannah to want to try anymore.
“When was the last time you took a test?” Gordon asked.
“I can’t remember,” Krista frowned, “a while ago.”
“Alright, so take one now,” Gordon told her.
“Are you trying to get out of sex?” Krista teased him.
“Oh no, babe.. “ Gordon smiled at her darkly, “I just don’t want to get too rough if baby’s in there already.. “
Krista giggled and went off to the bathroom to take the millionth test, she was pretty sure it would be negative, it always was.
Gordon stayed to watch Savannah sleep for a while longer, he just could not fathom how anyone could do to such a sweet, innocent little girl, what Erica had done to this one. It was beyond his ability to understand and as he turned to exit the room and let her dream peacefully, he startled at a loud, high pitched squeal coming from the bathroom. He ran to the door and burst in, panic written across his face as he looked at Krista questioningly.
“What’s happened?” he asked her quickly, “are you alright?”
“I’m better than alright!” Krista grinned at him broadly, showing him the test, “I’m pregnant!”
Gordon couldn’t believe it.
“Are you serious?” he asked her, unable to keep himself from smiling back at her, “tell me you’re not joking!”
“I’m not!” Krista hugged him and he lifted her up, “I’m really not!”
*
At the closest bar and grill, Erica and Scotty sat at a booth and drank until their eyes were bloodshot.
“So what is the plan now?” Scotty asked slowly, trying to stay focused.
“I’m going to hire someone to kidnap Savannah,” Erica spoke firmly, as though not caring if anyone heard her, “Gordon will have to pay up then, if he wants her back in one piece.”
“I don’t get it,” Scotty shook his head and felt dizzy for it, “do you even know anyone who’d risk prison for that?”
“For a share in everything he owns?” Erica smirked, “who wouldn’t?”
“Do you think he’ll go for it?” Scotty asked.
“He has to,” Erica pointed out, “I will give them specific orders to kill the little brat if he goes to the cops. I win either way, I just want him crushed.”
“I’m glad I’m not on your bad side,” Scotty breathed and picked up his glass, “you’re scary!”
*
Gordon and Krista sat on the sofa and started making out, when suddenly his phone buzzed again. Gordon took it out to check the number first, but it wasn’t Erica this time.
“David Bowie, wonder what he wants?” Gordon wondered, accepting the call.
“David Bowie.. THE David Bowie?” Krista raised her brows, “he’s got your number? And he’s called you just now, oh my God.. “ She trailed off and got closer to listen in, making Gordon almost laugh as he spoke.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Gordon,” David’s voice sounded concerned, “I’m just sitting here at the bar and grill on Main street and I’ve just heard a very disturbing conversation, regarding your little girl.”
Gordon frowned, only their closest friends, relatives and Erica knew about Savannah.
“Go on,” Gordon encouraged him, “tell me everything you heard.. “
“Alright,” David answered him with a sigh, “but you’re not going to like what I have to say.”
Gordon braced himself and Krista put her hand comfortingly upon his shoulder, feeling his tension building up as well as her own. Just what the Hell was going on?
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***
“Krista.. “ Gordon ventured after a moment or two.
“Hm?” Krista kissed his chest softly. His eyes closed, enjoying the gentle sensation.
“It’s nearly time for dinner, darling.. “ Gordon informed her, his hazy voice exciting her all over again.
“We’ve been in bed all day?” Krista wondered, licking his nipple and smiling at his soft sigh of pleasure.
“Mmm, yes.. “ Gordon’s eyes closed and he put his arms around her.
“So naughty,” Krista murmured against his heated skin, biting his collarbone to elicit a sharp, drawn in hiss from him as he felt the sting of her teeth.
“Baby.. “ Gordon moaned, his eyes opening to gaze at her with desire.
“We should have something to eat,” Krista warned him, “aren’t you hungry?”
“Mmm, starving.. “ Gordon leaned down and began to nibble at her ears and neck. Krista giggled and squirmed, as much as she would have loved to have stayed in bed with him even longer, she really was feeling a bit sick with hunger.
“I’m being serious!” she laughed, “come on, please?” Gordon sat back and looked at her defeatedly, giving in to her.
“Alright,” he finally agreed, “I’ll just go and wash up first.”
“Thank you, Pookie,” Krista smiled cheekily and kissed the tip of his nose with a giggle.
Gordon’s expression was priceless and she could not help but collapse with laughter, apologizing to him amusedly as he got out of the bed and shook his head at her. Gordon went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, already planning what he’d be cooking for dinner and exactly how he’d prepare and serve it. Krista lazed on the bed and smiled with her eyes closed, she couldn’t have been happier with how her life was turning out and she just felt so elated in that moment to reflect upon the last two years with Gordon. He was getting more and more famous, could afford this mansion and even a ferrari. Now he wanted to get married and start a family, it all seemed too good to be true and just so perfect, part of her was absently wondering what was going to go wrong and it niggled at her for a while.
She must have drifted off, for when she next opened her eyes, she smelled something delicious and hummed as she stretched awake with a yawn.
“Krista?” Gordon’s voice called to her from the kitchen, “five minutes, yeah?”
“Alright,” Krista called back to him, “I’m up.. “
“You’re up?” Gordon laughed, “what did you do?”
“I fell asleep, baby,” Krista got out of bed, “I’m going to have a shower.”
She wandered into the bathroom and just had to grin, Gordon always left it looking immaculate and had considerately hung dry towels up for her to use.
“Everything is so perfect,” she said to herself, turning on the water and stepping in, “it’s like a dream.”
She hesitantly pinched herself, startling when it stung her arm and confirmed that she was indeed wide awake. Gordon plated up their meals and was just setting them down onto the dining table, when Krista emerged from getting dressed in the bedroom and joined him for dinner.
“You look absolutely stunning, darling,” Gordon complimented her, his smitten gaze making her smile.
“I’m all bedraggled and wet!” Krista laughed at him, “you are such a charmer, you know that?”
She blushed as he shrugged and took a bite of his food, amusement in his gaze and adoration written all over his face. She’d never been used to being loved and adored until she had agreed to date him, now it was something she came to expect from him and she loved the feeling that someone cared more about her than they cared about themselves. She hoped that he knew how much she loved him in return, because sometimes she would look at him and he’d be staring off into space at nothing with a worried expression on his face. Gordon thought that Krista was perfect for him, he always admired and adored her but he couldn’t help feeling that she’d abandon him sooner or later. It was a concern that would plague him for possibly the rest of their lives but he was loathe to mention it to her in case it caused a tension between them that simply could not be resolved.
His deep seated fears of being abandoned were possibly caused by so many others doing it to him in the past, it just became a natural feeling to suspect that it was just going to happen again, right when he was feeling safe and content. So Gordon was protecting himself from that pain by not settling down quite completely, which in turn stressed him and made him a little more snippy at work than he would like to be. The ratings on his shows were astronomical and the more he swore and screamed, the higher the ratings soared. Off camera it wasn’t like that at all and he was very encouraging and polite, but of course none of that ever actually went to air, it just didn’t attract as many viewers. There were far too many ‘nice’ chefs out there in TV land, Gordon was something different and unique and despite his hang ups about appearing so mean, it was making him a very rich man indeed.
But he wasn’t particularly fussed about the dollars so much, it was nice of course but it was really Krista that Gordon was mainly interested in. If he only had a modest salary, he could live with that and be happy as long as she was there with him. Rich or poor, all he ever wanted was someone at his side through thick and thin and Krista hadn’t let him down yet. She’d met him when he was at his lowest point in life and had stuck by him through it all, for this he would be forever grateful and staunchly loyal to her. Krista had fears about Gordon meeting someone else due to his sudden fame and popularity, he was very much sought after lately and often spent days away from home. He was in commercials on the television during the superbowl and everything and no matter where they went together, people would instantly recognize him and swamp him with requests for photographs, selfies and autographs.
When he was in an obliging mood, Gordon would happily interact with his fans and laugh and joke with them, his casual flirting often leaving them grinning and fanning themselves with their papers. If he was in a hurry, or if they caught him on a bad day, he would simply ask them to make it quick in a polite but firm manner. Krista admired his ability to keep his cool, no matter what the situation was, he either dealt with it calmly or removed himself from the vicinity so that he wouldn’t do something he would regret. Such restraint was a highly attractive trait in a man, at least for Krista it was and she hoped that others would somehow get to see him for who he really was rather than just the screaming chef from TV. He was so much more than that and the press often made her angry when they hyped up his television personality, but Gordon didn’t seem at all phased by any of it. She wished she could just go with the flow the way he often did, she supposed he knew what he was doing and would just have to trust him.
“You’re very quiet,” Gordon broke into her deep musings, startling her, “something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong,” Krista smiled at him, “I was just thinking and I guess I got a little carried away for a minute there.”
He offered her an insecure kind of smile and she wished she could reassure him, he loved and doted on her so much, she could never even dream of ever breaking his heart. He kept buying her nice things, taking her to places she’d only ever seen in flashy holiday magazines and it sometimes felt like he was trying way too hard to please her when all she really wanted was to cuddle up on the sofa and just watch a movie. Not that she was ungrateful, she loved everything he did for her and gave her, but it was her time spent with him that she valued over any sparkling jewels or fancy resort and she wanted to let him know somehow but was afraid of sounding like she didn’t appreciate his efforts. Many times she’d practised in front of the mirror of how to word it just so, but she never found the courage to actually say such things directly to him when he walked into the room and flashed her that flatteringly loving smile of his.
“Anything I should know?” Gordon prompted her, confirming her fears that he was worried about her thinking about leaving him.
Krista sighed and smiled at him, his worried eyes searching hers just broke her heart and she wanted to be able to put his concerns to rest once and for all, but how?
“I was just thinking about how much I love you,” she responded in a dreamy voice, making him blush and grin like a little boy, “and how lucky I am to be with someone who loves me unconditionally.”
Gordon relaxed in his seat and exhaled slowly, it was funny to Krista that he would be worried about losing someone as unimportant as herself. She was just a hotel janitor, nothing special compared to the famous Gordon James Ramsay, multiple restaurant owner, Michelin Star Chef and TV personality. If she left him tomorrow, he’d easily pick up another woman within hours, minutes even and yet she somehow sensed that it wouldn’t be the same. Could anyone fit together with him so perfectly as she felt that she did? Would they only be after his wealth or fame? Krista knew that Gordon trusted her because of how they had met, neither of them had much to begin with except for each other and it seemed to be everything they had ever needed.
“Now who is being charming?” Gordon teased her.
“But you are charmed, aren’t you?” Krista provoked him, “you’re completely under my spell.. ”
Gordon nodded slightly, his gaze lowering somewhat because she could so very easily abuse that power and yet she never did. Krista knew that it bugged him deep down to leave himself so open and vulnerable, he was often closely guarded and defensive except for when he was relaxed and in a playful mood.
“Gordon.. “ Krista spoke softly, waiting for his stunning blue eyes to meet with her gaze once more, “I will never stop loving you, I need you to understand that and.. and I need you to believe it.”
It was now or never to clear the air with him, she wanted to be married to a man who was secure in his relationship with her and that couldn’t happen if he continued to doubt her.
Gordon felt the urge to tell Krista that he did believe her, but he was an honest man and didn’t want to lie to her. It bothered him that she’d noticed his insecurities, of course he wasn’t exactly very good at masking his feelings at the best of times. He’d been down a few times in his life and each time he got to the bottom, he always found out who was there for him and who was not and he never, ever forgot. Right now, he had managed to build himself back up to a point where, if there happened to be another recession, he could easily ride it out on what he’d saved or could sell. Everything was going quite alright, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling of impending abandonment that plagued every spare moment of free time he allowed himself to take.
Krista read the guilty expression on his face and sighed softly, would she ever get through to him?
“Gordon, you don’t need to shower me with gifts to keep me interested,” Krista explained to him gently, “honestly, you are everything I need.. Do you understand?”
She wanted him to know that he was enough, everything else was pure bonus and while she loved his fame and fortune, it meant nothing to her when compared to the man himself.
“I’d choose you over anything that can be sold or bought,” Krista went on, “I feel such a deep connection with you, it’s never going to fade.”
“How can you be so sure?” Gordon asked her, hating to be so misgiving about the whole thing but unable to shake the fear from his thoughts.
“Because,” Krista reached for his hand and took it into her own, “it’s just as strong now as it was when I first felt it, two years ago.”
Gordon looked at her with what she could only hope was relief and understanding, even if she could not put his fears completely to rest, maybe she could still alleviate them somewhat.
“Alright,” Gordon responded favorably, “I understand, but now I need to tell you something.”
Krista felt suddenly nervous, it was his turn now but was he angry about anything she’d said to him just now? Or for even bringing it up in the first place?
“Go on,” Krista encouraged him quietly, just wanting to get it over with if he was going to explode at her.
“You’ve got a bit of sauce there.. “ Gordon told her, leaning in to kiss at the corner of her mouth, “still there.. “
He kissed again and she kissed him back this time, he pulled away and grinned at her, amusement sparkling in his eyes.
“Ah, got it that time.. “ he laughed.
“Oh my God, you’re such a dork!” Krista laughed as well, “can you ever actually be serious?!”
“I don’t see the sense in it,” Gordon replied idly, “unless there’s something else you need to say?”
Krista shook her head, no. Plenty enough had been said already for now, she didn’t want to bother him with the smaller things that could be resolved at a much later time.
“Are you okay with it, though?” Krista wondered.
“Yeah,” Gordon kissed her cheek softly, “but just so you know, I buy you things because I want to.. Not because I feel that I have to.”
Krista smiled at him, she was alright with being told she was wrong because it meant that she could put this particular thought to bed.
“I’m glad,” she said quietly to him.
“Good,” Gordon smirked at her amusedly, “I’d hate to piss off the woman who washes my underwear.”
“Ugh!” Krista punched him in the arm playfully.
“Ow!” Gordon laughed, reeling back and rubbing the area she’d struck, “hey! Domestic violence!”
“So call the cops,” Krista bit back a grin as she dared him with her gaze.
“I could have you arrested,” Gordon threatened her but his smile let her know he was still being playful with her.
“Do you think I’d look good in cuffs, baby?” Krista purred, half closing her eyes and enjoying the reaction she got from the growing tent in his trousers.
“Only one way to find out, darling,” Gordon lowered his voice, sending a thrill down her body that tingled between her legs.
He was easily teased into arousal, but he could do it right back to her just as quickly and Krista slowly got to her feet. She ran her hands over her body, further provoking him as she went down onto her knees and placed her hands behind her back.
“I give up,” she said in a sultry tone, determined to beat him at this game, “you’d better arrest me then, before I run away.. “
Gordon was hesitant at first, he didn’t exactly carry handcuffs with him at all times and he wasn’t exactly sure where he’d put the ones he did have. They hadn’t been used in a while, though he was pretty sure he might have left them at someone else’s house, or one of his flats that he rented under a false name in case he got lucky away from home or needed a bed when the hotels were all full up.
“Just a sec.. “ he hurried off to his bedroom and Krista couldn’t help but smile, she felt so free of the worries that had been weighing her down, she felt so much lighter and hoped he was feeling the same way. If he had to be brutally honest, Gordon was definitely feeling validated and unburdened of many of his own concerns. So she wanted to play, did she? He rummaged around in a box he kept at the bottom of his closet, it was full of unusual things and many of them were so incredibly kinky, he couldn’t help getting excited just by looking at them. Some of the items sparked a memory or two and he felt his face blushing heatedly, especially as he took out the strap-on and set it aside in favor of searching for the cuffs.
“Damn,” he grumbled under his breath, looking behind the box now, where were they?!
Gordon sat back on his knees and felt baffled, he couldn’t think of where he might have left the cuffs and as he ran his fingers through his hair to try and remember, he felt something cold and metallic suddenly snap around his left wrist.
“Hey..?” Gordon looked around and Krista cuffed his right wrist, giggling amusedly.
“I found them a while ago,” she explained, as Gordon flexed his wrists in order to try to free himself, “I think they look better on you.”
“I hope you found the key as well,” Gordon looked bemused at the situation, “unless you fancy explaining this to a locksmith.. “
Krista looked worried, but suddenly grinned when she saw him turn slightly pale.
“Don’t worry,” she reassured him, “I’ve got the key.. Now, come here.. “
She grabbed the chain and pulled him closer to her, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his lips. Gordon leaned down so she wouldn’t have to stretch up too far, playing hard to get was never his style and she knew that she could always have him anytime she wanted him. If ever he did refuse her, she knew he was either genuinely exhausted or something was very wrong. She ran her hand down over his abs and stroked his hardening erection through his clothes, driving him to urgently slip his tongue into her mouth and kiss her more passionately. Knowing he couldn’t get away, Krista kept a firm hold on the chain and pulled him closer still. The tug on his wrists forced Gordon to bend lower, making it easier for Krista to return his fiery kiss with some vigor of her own.
A moment later, she felt his hand slip up under her blouse and she looked surprised as she drew back, their heavy breathing filling the stunned silence that suddenly hung in the air.
“Safety release catch,” Gordon mused with a defiant grin, now pulling her blouse and bra off deftly, catching her unawares and cuffing her hands behind her back.
“Wait, what!?” Krista demanded with a giggle, “Gordon! Gordon, no! Nooo!”
She was still giggling as she squirmed and tried to get free of his grip but he soon had her in his arms and was kissing along her collarbone softly. She couldn’t help but moan as he cupped her breasts, lifted them, separated them and moved them around in massaging circles.
“Ohh, Gordon.. “ Krista closed her eyes, straining against the metal rings and trying to finger them in order to locate the release catch.
His deep hum in response thrilled her and she felt her knees weaken, his hot tongue now gliding languidly up over her neck towards her ear. Just as she was relaxing into his gentle ministrations, he suddenly lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. Krista squealed and kicked her legs, struggling half heartedly until he dropped her carefully onto the bed. She wriggled but he whisked off her pants and pushed her down onto her front, leaving her cheek pressed against the sheets and her rear end presenting to him. Krista blushed hard in this humiliating position, her eyes closing as she felt his finger stroking up and down along her soft folds through the thin fabric of her moist panties.
“Gorgeous, darling.. “ Gordon breathed heavily, his eyes half closed as he continued to firmly stroke her and watched as she grew wetter and wetter. He could smell her delicious sex scent now as she was in a most highly aroused state, her moans and soft sighs spurring him on.
“These cuffs definitely look better on you.. “ Gordon groaned, leaning down to inhale deeply before probing his tongue into her panties.
Krista threw back her head and moaned louder, an almost pleading tone to her voice as he teased her into desperate wanting. Gordon shifted to kiss her with wet, open mouthed kisses to the back of each knee, sliding his hands up and down her thighs and calves. Krista felt him tugging her panties slowly down, as his kisses extended to her ankles and then peppered back towards her upper thighs again. Now completely exposed to him, she felt her face flush even brighter red because she knew he’d be admiring his handiwork by now. Gordon sat back to look her over, he could take all the time he wanted but he was not so patient as all that and he soon grabbed the chain link between the handcuffs, pulling her up onto her knees.
He kept pulling and she was confused, until he had her standing up and pressed her upper half into the wall. She bit back a smile as he spread her legs, patting her down slowly as if he were searching for something hidden on her naked person. He gave her breasts a most loving squeeze, then his touch turned feathery light and she could barely feel him at all. Her desire was cooling off, Gordon knew this and he calculated before suddenly thumbing her soft folds apart and massaging her down there. The return of his firm touch flared up her excitement anew, stronger this time and she cried out in pleasure. Gordon withdrew his hands from her, eliciting a nearly savage growl of protest from Krista, which settled down when she heard him unzip his pants. Setting free his straining cock, Gordon grunted as it sprang forth from his clothes and he nudged it right at her entrance. She was permissible and wide open, ready and dripping for him.
With a guttural growl of lust, Gordon pushed into her and Krista moaned loudly to encourage him to keep going. He pulled her arms right back until it hurt just a little, she leaned forwards until he was supporting her weight - if he let go, she’d topple forwards. Completely helpless now, Krista could only moan and beg for him not to stop. Gordon started thrusting into her slowly, making her plead for him to speed up but keeping his pace frustratingly languid. Krista mewled and closed her eyes, hanging her head in defeat and her body rocked back and forth along with the powerful thrusts of his hips.
“Gordonnn!” Krista called, her body fired up and demanding release but his pace was far too slow, “damnnn!”
His smug grin was short lived, as he heard a soft click and she suddenly had him somehow pinned down onto his back. Krista gazed heatedly down at his wide blue eyes, the look of complete shock thrilling her as she began to impale herself repeatedly hard and fast onto his rigid cock. Gordon groaned and arched his back, reaching up to grasp her hips and not fighting it as she had her way with him. She felt pleased with herself for managing to get free of her bonds, it had actually been starting to hurt a bit too much and if she hadn’t located the release catch, she would have had to have asked him to stop. Theirs was not a relationship of weak and strong, they were equal partners and shared in everything, especially pleasure.
“Thought you could cuff me, did you?” Krista growled at him, squeezing her inner muscles tightly around his throbbing member.
“Huhh, yes.. “ Gordon responded defiantly, his eyes rolling closed.
“Ohh.. “ Krista moaned, not as in control as she thought she was, “babyyy.. “
His deep groan resonated through her body like a vibration, feeling her fingernails digging deeply into his forearms and enjoying the pleasure he derived from the sharp stinging sensation. Krista felt that she had to admit, they both kind of sucked at being dominant with each other and she figured it all boiled down to a deep sense of love and respect. Gordon was certainly the biggest dom in the kitchen, no matter where the kitchen was and Krista loved that about him but at home? Pure teddybear pushover. He really showed his underside to her and there was a profound amount of respect and trust between them at all times, because Gordon was not always at home yet neither of them even thought of straying. This ensured a very romantic and much needed rekindling of their physical relationship when he finally did come home, exploring one another’s body as if learning it anew.
Grinding her hips, she revelled in the surprised outcry that escaped his parted lips. With a heated blush to his face and ears, Gordon’s expression was bewildered as she took complete control and soon had him subdued into a gasping climax that quickly triggered hers and left them both breathless and panting into each other’s mouths as they tried to make out and calm themselves down. After several minutes passed, Krista collapsed onto Gordon and relaxed into his warm embrace, his muscular arms never failed to make her feel both loved and protected.
“I feel so lucky to have you,” she whispered, kissing his closed eyelids. Gordon hummed sleepily, he felt like the lucky one and he murmured so as he began to drift off, making her smile widely and feel stinging tears in her eyes as she nuzzled up against him and felt content to just remain locked together as they slept.
*
The next morning, Krista woke up to Gordon calling her name. She blinked and frowned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes with a tired yawn.
“Krista!” Gordon called again, he sounded impatient and she wondered just how long he had been calling her for.
She got out of bed and quickly wrapped a robe around herself, suddenly annoyed with his tone of voice and intent on giving him a piece of her mind. However, as she emerged from the bedroom, she felt a chill run down her spine when she heard a heated argument already occurring downstairs. She’d heard Gordon screaming like this on television, but that was mostly just for the show, why would he be screaming now and at this godforsaken hour of the morning?
She hurried downstairs, walked into the living room and took a step back. Gordon had some poor guy bailed up against the wall, their faces almost touching as they spat curse words back and forth so quickly that Krista could barely follow the conversation. She was terrified, would Gordon hit the guy? Would the guy strike first?
They were both red with their teeth bared and their faces scrunched up angrily, but why had Gordon called her? Glancing down when she noticed something moving out of the corner of her eye, Krista gasped and swooped in on the infant, hurrying to remove the little girl from the scene unfolding before them. Gordon turned to look at her and the guy took his chance, ducking away from the fired up Chef and slipping towards the front door.
“Hey!” Gordon shouted, chasing after him, “get the fuck back here!”
Krista could hear them start going at it all over again, right outside this time for the entire street to observe. So, why didn’t the guy come back for his child?
Outside, Gordon now had the man bailed up against his car, if one could call the beaten up old rust bucket a vehicle at all.
“I’ve told you everything!” the man was almost in tears now, but they were tears of rage and fear rather than sadness.
“You’ve told me fucking nothing!” Gordon raged.
“Nothing!” the man repeated, just as angrily, “you don’t listen! I’ve told you everything, I swear!”
“Fuck me.. “ Gordon groaned, “you fucking knob.. You come here with a severely malnourished little girl and tell me she’s my fucking problem now, how is that telling me fucking anything at all?”
“Hey, I’m just the messenger okay?” the man backed down, “take it up with Erica.”
“Erica?” Gordon looked baffled, “what?!”
“I promised I wouldn’t mention her name but there it is,” the man averted his gaze.
“Wait.. “ Gordon rubbed his forehead, “how old is the girl?”
The man was silent for a moment, then he cleared his throat.
“Ahh, around fifteen months.. “ he said quietly, looking up at Gordon’s eyes as he seemed to be suddenly grasping the situation at last.
“Can.. Can I.. ?” the man stammered.
“Fuck off,” Gordon spoke in his most disgusted tone of voice, “fucking fuck off!”
Within moments, the screech of tyres could be heard as the old engine roared and clunked off as fast as it was physically able to go. Gordon walked back inside, running his fingers through his hair and exhaling long and loud, trying to calm himself down and as he entered the kitchen, he looked down at Krista. She was cradling the now unconscious child and tears rolled down her cheeks as Gordon knelt beside her, the screaming sounds of an ambulance siren drawing quickly closer by the moment.
“She just collapsed,” Krista sobbed, her shoulders shaking, “I had to call them.. I can’t wake her up!”
“Hey, hey.. Shhh, come on.. “ Gordon drew her into his embrace, “you did the right thing, darling.”
“How could someone do this to their own child?” Krista asked softly, stroking the infant’s blond hair, “this is cruelty.. and abandonment!”
Gordon sighed heavily and they both stood back as the paramedics rushed in, police swarming around behind them preparing to ask questions.
“It’s not abandonment if one of the parents is present,” Gordon told her, still hugging her as he fought back the urge to push everyone away from the baby.
“What are you saying?” Krista asked him, “is the mother still outside?”
“No, darling.. “ Gordon said to her gently.
“Well then.. ?“ Krista trailed off, drawing back to stare at him in disbelief.
“It’s me,” Gordon admitted, keeping eye contact with her now, “that’s my baby.”
Krista looked around at the tiny little bag of bones, but explanations could wait, they had to get her to the hospital - now.
*
By lunchtime, things had calmed down and were less erratic. Krista stood over by the door, while Gordon sat next to the hospital crib and stroked the little girl’s hair. She was awake and smiling now, undoubtedly his daughter with those inherently stunning blue eyes and a headstrong disposition.
“I just don’t understand,” Krista puzzled, “Erica could have sued you for child support, or more.. “
Gordon looked up while she spoke, taking in what she was saying and listening intently to her.
“I suppose not everyone is like that,” he said to her quietly.
“She could still come back and make our lives miserable over this,” Krista warned him.
“I know,” Gordon agreed, “but we can only cross that bridge when and if we come to it.”
Krista nodded, she understood what he meant but she still couldn’t help worrying about it. Getting so attached and then having Erica come along to snatch the baby away, it’d devastate him. She paled, was that her plan?
“I’d ask you to go off and find the cafe but hospital food is rubbish.. “ Gordon told her with a half grin, "that's why there's a morgue downstairs."
Krista relaxed her shoulders and smiled at him, glad of the comic relief and Gordon extended his arm. Krista accepted the invitation and sat in his lap as he cuddled her, kissing her cheek softly.
“You're terrible! So what happens now?” Krista asked, looking down at the tot.
“Well,” Gordon sat back and gazed up into her eyes, “she has to stay here for a few days and then I suppose we take her home.”
“Us?” Krista looked confused.
“Yes,” Gordon spoke firmly now, “I’m not letting Erica go near her ever again.”
“Have you called her?” Krista wondered.
“No,” Gordon responded bitterly, “I don’t want to talk to her.”
“But she owes you an explanation,” Krista insisted.
“Don’t fucking argue, babe.. “ Gordon got defensive suddenly, “there’s nothing she can say that’ll make an ounce of difference.. “
Krista nodded and dropped the subject, it was still a fresh and raw wound and he wasn’t going to be able to have a civil conversation about it, at least not today anyway. Gordon was upset that he wasn’t able to protect the little girl, that she had suffered so much and nobody had even told him about her. Krista could see him already blaming himself for the tot’s condition, knowing he’d have ensured that she got at least three healthy meals a day if he’d have known. It was going to have to happen sooner or later, Erica had to have her say and tell her side of the story and Gordon needed closure on the matter, whether he wanted to hear it or not. Krista wasn’t going to ask Gordon when they would be going home for the night or if he was going to take a break away from the hospital, he seemed to be reluctant to leave the bedside, even when he had to duck out to visit the bathroom.
“She looks just like you,” Krista smiled sadly at the too thin girl, “but she sure doesn’t look fifteen months old.”
“That’s the malnutrition,” Gordon explained, “you need a decent diet to grow properly, we can only hope that no permanent damage has been done to her.”
“How long before they can tell?” Krista worried now.
“All in good time,” Gordon was keen to drop the subject again, “they’re doing everything they can for her.”
Krista pursed her lips, no doubt she would be getting the best medical care available, sometimes it really paid to be rich and famous and the head nurse seemed to have quite the schoolgirl crush on Gordon. Krista had so many questions regarding the man and Erica, so she guessed that Gordon had twice as many but she decided to let him have his quiet time just now and simply get to know the shocking new addition to their lives. First he had asked her to move in with him and now this, it was making her head spin as she thought of the media and fan reactions once word got out. She turned and looked back down at the little girl, who smiled back at her and Krista had to marvel at how such an abused little soul could seem so placid and content.
It was then that she finally stopped listening to her doubtful thoughts, the bleeps and blips of the machines and the fears in her head, the room fell silent around her as she heard only Gordon’s voice, humming very softly. The melody was unfamiliar, but it seemed to really soothe the baby, who looked nearly half asleep by now. He was still stroking her hair and her eyes began to flutter and roll, then she drifted off to sleep and Gordon sat back once more.
“Gordon.. “ Krista started.
“Fucking Twat,” Gordon growled, fierce blue eyes now raging at the floor, “fucking Plonker.. I’ll fucking kill him!”
“Gordon, please.. “ Krista tried to calm him down, “it’s not worth the prison time.. Think of your daughter now.. “ Gordon looked up at her, his fury subsiding somewhat.
“I do think of her,” Gordon responded softly, “and you, that’s why the wanker’s still got both his kneecaps.. “
*
It took quite a while for little Savannah to become well enough for Gordon and Krista to take her home with them, but during that time, Krista had ensured a room was ready at home for the little girl. The day the nurses told them that they could finally take Savannah home, Gordon was so overjoyed that he was tearful and Krista felt relieved, she wasn’t a fan of hospitals and having to stay there for weeks at a time. Everything was ready, they had a car seat for the baby (and a car that it could be fitted into) Krista had moved in and at last, they took the first steps into their home with Krista cradling Savannah.
“I hope she likes her room,” Krista spoke softly, so as not to awaken the slumbering infant.
“We should move her crib into our room,” Gordon fretted.
“Gordon.. No.. “ Krista whined softly.
“Just for a few nights,” Gordon bargained with her, “just until she gets settled in.. “
Krista couldn’t resist his big, blue eyes when he pleaded with her like this, so she sighed and caved in with a nod of her head. She loved him for including her so immediately like that, not putting his foot down and using the fact that he was the father and she was of no relation whatsoever to the child. Gordon smiled with relief, kissing her cheek and hugging her gently for fear of crushing the baby in Krista’s arms.
“Thank you darling,” he said quietly, “it won’t be for long, I promise.”
Krista returned his smile, but was it the baby he was so worried about settling in or was he the one who needed to adjust to being apart from her?
*
Savannah slept in their bedroom for the first week, feeding was shared between them and a nurse came to visit daily to teach them how to care for the infant and change her diapers. Savannah was developmentally delayed, but as far as they could tell, no actual brain damage or lasting physical effects had occurred and she would eventually catch up to her peers with the help of both physical and speech therapy. Krista never felt left out, in fact, she actually felt a doting fondness for the child and considered Savannah her daughter. Gordon never, ever said anything different and always adhered to her when she spoke about the baby.
Equal partners, there were no shouts of ‘she’s my baby, not yours’ - even when they disagreed on certain things. Compromise was key here and Gordon knew it well enough, he’d lost too much in his life from being stubborn and overconfident, he knew when to quit while he was ahead by now. Watching him with her was gold, what a pushover! That little girl was going to be super spoilt and Krista had to keep herself from lavishing Savannah any further, Gordon was the biggest softie she’d ever seen and that baby never went a day without anything her little heart desired. Of course, neither did Krista or even Gordon himself. They had their ups and downs, especially during sleepless nights when Savannah simply wouldn’t settle, eventually ending up sleeping in the bed between them or on Gordon’s chest as he sat in an armchair humming softly to her.
*
One afternoon, when they were talking about how to celebrate Savannah’s first birthday party, Krista’s phone buzzed and she got up to answer it. Gordon put Savannah into her highchair and started feeding her some nice, home cooked baby food.
“Hello?” Krista left the room to leave the pair in peace.
“Krista,” came a familiar voice, “how are you?”
“Erica?” Krista narrowed her eyes, “how did you get this number?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Erica replied casually, “congratulations on landing the hottest chef in the biz!”
“What do you want, Erica?” Krista asked her firmly, considering hanging up.
“What? Can’t an old friend just call and say hello?” Erica asked back.
“Not you,” Krista responded icily.
“Alright fine,” Erica dropped her innocent act, “I’m calling about the brat.”
“She’s not a brat,” Krista felt fired up now, “you should be ashamed of yourself for letting her get so sick!”
“I couldn’t cope!” Erica raised her voice, “I got depressed, I started to drink real heavy and that fucker I was with didn’t look twice at me after I told him I was pregnant with some other man’s baby.”
Krista fell silent, listening to her explanation and wondering if any of it was truthful.
“I thought about getting rid of it,” Erica admitted, “but when I saw that tiny little heart beating, Krista.. I couldn’t. It wasn’t right.”
“Why didn’t you tell him?” Krista demanded, “why did you never tell Gordon? He would have helped you!”
“I didn’t want to ruin his life,” Erica responded sadly, “he’s got it all going for him, I didn’t want to dump a kid in his lap.”
“What made you change your mind?” Krista wondered.
“I stopped pitying myself long enough to actually take notice of her,” Erica said softly, “I saw her thin, skeletal frame and the folds of skin hanging from her bones.. I nearly killed myself in shame.”
Krista briefly thought she should have done just that, but didn’t voice it.
“I told Scotty to just take her to Gordon’s place,” Erica concluded, “I knew he’d take her in, I knew he’d fall in love with her and that she would be safe.”
“He really has taken to her,” Krista bit back a smile as she peered around the corner of the door, watching Gordon pretend the spoon was a plane in order to encourage Savannah to eat.
“Really?” Erica sounded interested to hear this, “so they’ve hit it off, then?”
“Utterly inseparable,” Krista blurted, “I’ve never seen him so besotted.”
“Oh.. “ Erica sounded disappointed.
“What’s wrong?” Krista asked her, furrowing her brow.
“Well, nothing.. Only I.. “ Erica hesitated, clearing her throat, “I’ve been to rehab and got my shit together.. I’ve even got a job and.. “
“Don’t say it.. “ Krista shook her head, lowering her voice, “Erica please.. “
“I’m sorry,” Erica responded coldly, not sounding at all apologetic, “but I would like my baby back now.”
Krista’s face dropped.. And she ended the call. She looked in at Gordon with a building feeling of dread, like the nervous sensation people got when they were about to go onstage or make a speech. How was she going to break it to him?
“Babe look.. “ Gordon laughed, “she’s doing it all by herself!”
Krista set down her phone and smiled, entering the dining room and watching as Savannah awkwardly fed herself with her spoon.
“What a clever little thing you are!” Krista encouraged her.
“Who was on the phone?” Gordon wondered. Krista’s stomach felt like it was churning itself into knots.
“E-Erica.. “ she stammered, watching his face go from relaxed and smiling to hard and frowning.
“What did she want?” he asked firmly.
Krista flicked her gaze to Savannah and Gordon stood up before she could even say a single word.
“No,” Gordon spoke firmly, “no, absolutely not. I’ll fight this.. “
Krista carefully hugged his arm.
“We’ll fight it,” she reminded him.
He put his other arm around her and kissed her on top of her head softly.
“I’m sorry darling,” Gordon apologized.
Krista hugged him tighter, determined to see this through to the end.
“There’s no way she can possibly win,” Krista reassured him, “I’m sure that all we’ve got to do is show the hospital records and we can’t lose.”
There would be many other factors to consider, such as the improvement of Erica’s behavior but Krista was almost positive that Savannah wasn’t going anywhere.
“I hope you’re right,” Gordon said quietly, “it’s been almost nine months, why now? Why can’t she just leave us alone?”
“I don’t know,” Krista replied, stroking his cheek and jolting in surprise when her fingertips got wet, “please don’t.. You’ll start me off.. “
She couldn’t ever help blubbering when she knew Gordon was upset, his tears only made hers come out more easily. He laughed gently, pressing foreheads with her and looking into her eyes.
“We’ll pull through,” he promised her, “one way or another.”
He then let her go and picked up Savannah, taking her off into the bathroom for a wash. Krista hesitated, one way or another? What did he mean by that? Surely he wouldn’t do something illegal..
*
Erica fumed at her phone, setting it down to avoid throwing it across the room in a fit of rage.
“What’s the matter?” asked Scotty.
“Stupid bitch hung up on me!” Erica practically roared.
“Hey, calm down.. “ Scotty stood up and rubbed her arm, “they’ve agreed to give us the kid, right?”
“No,” Erica swatted him away, “looks like we’re going to have to fight for the little bitch in court.”
“Court? Oh no.. “ Scotty backed off, “I can’t go to court, I’m wanted in five states already.. And how’re we ever going to afford a lawyer?”
“We can’t,” Erica sighed heavily, “unless they agree to get paid after we win.”
“I don’t think it works that way,” Scotty spoke doubtfully.
“Then what do you suggest?” Erica demanded.
“What about an out of court settlement?” Scotty suggested, “it’s much cheaper and we can really sting them for anything we want.”
Erica smiled slightly, it was certainly a sound plan in her mind.
“A big cash settlement,” she grinned wider, “I could ask for anything and he’d give it to me just to hold onto his precious baby.. “
“Wait, I thought we were going to get him for child support?” Scotty puzzled.
“Nah,” Erica waved that idea away, “I’d rather take his money and run, let him take care of the kid.”
“But how can he if you ruin him?” Scotty wondered.
“I don’t care,” Erica spat angrily, “it’s either his wealth or the kid. I want everything he owns, except her.”
“That’s asking a lot,” Scotty was doubtful.
“Well,” Erica picked up her phone once more and dialled Gordon’s number directly, “let’s see just how much daddy’s little girl really means to him.. “
*
Gordon felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, just as Krista walked in to help with Savannah’s bath. She always freaked out whenever they put her into it, but as long as the two of them were in the bathroom together, she calmed down a great deal and they were able to bathe her a lot more calmly. Gordon sat back while Krista took over, taking out his phone and almost snarling as he answered it.
“What do you want now?” he demanded angrily.
“Mmm, I always did love it when you were fired up,” Erica’s voice fuelled his internal rage, “angry sex is my favorite.. “
Krista half listened, worried as she took Savannah out of the tub and began to dry her off carefully while the tot played with a bright yellow rubber duckie.
“You’re not getting your hands on Savannah,” Gordon spoke bitterly, “I’ll drag you through the courts for years.. “
“Now now,” Erica tried not to let him sense how nervous she was when she heard this, “there’s no need to go there, I’m feeling generous enough to agree to an out of court settlement.”
“An out of court settlement?” Gordon repeated, calming down somewhat, “how much were you thinking of?”
He’d give her anything she asked for and his biggest problem was that Erica was already quite aware of that fact. So was Krista.
“Do be careful, honey,” Krista whispered.
“I want.. “ Erica paused for effect, “everything.”
“What do you mean?” Gordon asked her.
“I mean everything that’s yours,” Erica told him firmly, “give me all of it, every belonging, every house, every dollar.. All of it and you can keep her, I’ll never contact you again.”
“No, you won’t ever need to, will you?” Gordon snarked, “stupid bitch, no fucking deal. Get yourself a lawyer and we’ll talk then.”
“You know I’ll win!” Erica tried to bluff him, desperate for something, anything, in exchange for the girl, “I’m her mother!”
“And a shit one at that,” Gordon’s voice had become calm, that irritatingly calm tone of his when he knew he was riling someone up, “starvation, abuse, neglect.. Paints a really pretty picture, don’t you think?”
Erica gripped her phone so tightly, she nearly cracked the screen.
“I’ll go to the press,” she growled, “I’ve noticed you have been able to keep her out of the public eye so far, I’ll blow the lid wide open!”
“Go on and do it then,” Gordon called her bluff, “let’s see what the public thinks of how you treated your own baby.”
Erica fumed, seethed and ground her teeth, she was lost for words and couldn’t think of anything else to bargain with.
“How many times have you gone to sleep.. “ Gordon said softly, “only to see that pitiful little body laying there, helpless and thin.. Her tiny hands no longer reaching out for you, eyes avoiding you because there’s no point in seeking attention anymore because it just doesn’t work.. The first time I gave her a bottle she sucked on it like mad because she thought I might get bored and take it from her.. Just like good old mummy used to do.. “
“Stop it!!” Erica screamed, “asshole!”
“I’m an arsehole?!” Gordon demanded.
“How could you say those things to me?!” Erica began to sob.
“I couldn’t have said them if you hadn’t allowed it to happen in the first place,” Gordon told her firmly, “you’re not getting your hands on her Erica and I think you know that.”
“I don’t want her anyway,” Erica sniffled coldly, “but give me something Gordon, you owe me something at least!”
“Can’t walk away empty handed,” Gordon said quietly, “uh?”
“That’s right,” Erica growled, “I carried that little-.. “
Gordon ended the call, unable to listen to her a minute longer. Krista handed him the baby, taking the phone from him and Gordon cuddled the now clothed little girl.
“So.. What happens now?” Krista wondered.
“To be honest?” Gordon replied curiously, “I haven’t a fucking clue.”
“That didn’t sound like it went our way,” Scotty frowned.
“That’s because it didn’t!” Erica screamed in his face, her entire body shaking with the effort to not lose her temper violently, “I need a fucking drink!!”
Scotty backed away and watched her pour herself a glass of brandy, then she set the glass down and began to just chug from the bottle. Scotty grimaced, shaking his head at her.
“You got too greedy,” he said to her firmly, “I would have settled for a couple of million bucks, now we’ve got nothing.. “
Erica dropped the bottle, it had only been half full but she needed more.
“Come on,” she ignored the remark, “let’s go out, I’ve got some thinking to do. I’m not walking away from this without crushing Gordon Ramsay.”
“Why do you want to hurt him so badly?” Scotty asked her, pulling on his coat.
“Because,” Erica sniffed haughtily, “he was supposed to marry me, not her.”
Scotty rolled his eyes.
“Um, hello? Boyfriend standing right here!” he complained.
“Just shut up and come on,” Erica grabbed his arm, “it’s your shout.”
*
“I’m really looking forward to Savannah’s first birthday party,” Krista followed Gordon into the nursery, “I mean, I know she’s turning two and all but I seriously doubt she ever got a party at one.”
“I know what you mean,” Gordon agreed, putting the baby down into her cradle and watching her drift off to sleep, “she’s so much calmer than she used to be.”
“She knows she’s safe now,” Krista rubbed his back.
“Is she?” Gordon wondered, his brow creasing worriedly.
“As long as she’s here with us,” Krista spoke carefully, “she’s as safe as can be.”
“But Erica.. “ Gordon reminded her.
“We will deal with her,” Krista reassured him, “we have to stay strong, alright?”
Gordon nodded, of course she was right, she usually was. Krista forced a smile at him, she didn’t like it when Gordon was worried, he was generally such a confident man and nothing ever really phased him - Hell, the guy once ate a tarantula! With an involuntary shudder, Krista took his hand and he turned his gaze from the sleeping tot to look into Krista’s eyes.
“Do you think I’ll ever have a baby?” Krista asked softly, feeling selfish for dropping her worries upon him when he had his own problems to fret over just now.
“Of course you will darling,” he told her firmly, “it’s just.. Taking a while.”
Krista nodded and lowered her head, but Gordon placed his finger under her chin and made her look back at him.
“Why don’t we try again tonight?” he suggested to her.
Krista nodded, beaming at him now. She’d felt a little frustrated that it wasn’t happening for her and she had figured that Gordon was too distracted now with Savannah to want to try anymore.
“When was the last time you took a test?” Gordon asked.
“I can’t remember,” Krista frowned, “a while ago.”
“Alright, so take one now,” Gordon told her.
“Are you trying to get out of sex?” Krista teased him.
“Oh no, babe.. “ Gordon smiled at her darkly, “I just don’t want to get too rough if baby’s in there already.. “
Krista giggled and went off to the bathroom to take the millionth test, she was pretty sure it would be negative, it always was.
Gordon stayed to watch Savannah sleep for a while longer, he just could not fathom how anyone could do to such a sweet, innocent little girl, what Erica had done to this one. It was beyond his ability to understand and as he turned to exit the room and let her dream peacefully, he startled at a loud, high pitched squeal coming from the bathroom. He ran to the door and burst in, panic written across his face as he looked at Krista questioningly.
“What’s happened?” he asked her quickly, “are you alright?”
“I’m better than alright!” Krista grinned at him broadly, showing him the test, “I’m pregnant!”
Gordon couldn’t believe it.
“Are you serious?” he asked her, unable to keep himself from smiling back at her, “tell me you’re not joking!”
“I’m not!” Krista hugged him and he lifted her up, “I’m really not!”
*
At the closest bar and grill, Erica and Scotty sat at a booth and drank until their eyes were bloodshot.
“So what is the plan now?” Scotty asked slowly, trying to stay focused.
“I’m going to hire someone to kidnap Savannah,” Erica spoke firmly, as though not caring if anyone heard her, “Gordon will have to pay up then, if he wants her back in one piece.”
“I don’t get it,” Scotty shook his head and felt dizzy for it, “do you even know anyone who’d risk prison for that?”
“For a share in everything he owns?” Erica smirked, “who wouldn’t?”
“Do you think he’ll go for it?” Scotty asked.
“He has to,” Erica pointed out, “I will give them specific orders to kill the little brat if he goes to the cops. I win either way, I just want him crushed.”
“I’m glad I’m not on your bad side,” Scotty breathed and picked up his glass, “you’re scary!”
*
Gordon and Krista sat on the sofa and started making out, when suddenly his phone buzzed again. Gordon took it out to check the number first, but it wasn’t Erica this time.
“David Bowie, wonder what he wants?” Gordon wondered, accepting the call.
“David Bowie.. THE David Bowie?” Krista raised her brows, “he’s got your number? And he’s called you just now, oh my God.. “ She trailed off and got closer to listen in, making Gordon almost laugh as he spoke.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Gordon,” David’s voice sounded concerned, “I’m just sitting here at the bar and grill on Main street and I’ve just heard a very disturbing conversation, regarding your little girl.”
Gordon frowned, only their closest friends, relatives and Erica knew about Savannah.
“Go on,” Gordon encouraged him, “tell me everything you heard.. “
“Alright,” David answered him with a sigh, “but you’re not going to like what I have to say.”
Gordon braced himself and Krista put her hand comfortingly upon his shoulder, feeling his tension building up as well as her own. Just what the Hell was going on?
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