Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 110

Josie's Point of View.

I cannot keep the smile off my face, sitting on the edge of the pool, as I proudly watch Anders swim a whole length of the swimming pool. Although he still has a fear of the water, he has overcome it, pushed through, and learnt to swim. He may never be the strongest swimmer out there, nor will he ever wish to go to a pool just for fun, but he has taken massive steps, and at least I know he is safer around water.

As he reaches me, he stands up to his full height, the water droplets glistening on his skin, as I give him a supportive cheer. He moves himself between my legs, grinning like the Cheshire cat at me. "Where is my reward?" He asks.

With a snort of a laugh, which does not sound at all lady-like or seductive, I lean forward and place a soft kiss on his lips.

"Well done." I tell him, as he grins at me, obviously proud of himself, and so he should be.

"It is such a shame that 'bauldy Bob' is in here, else we could have celebrated like the first time I brought you here." Anders grins and winks.

"Shush, he will hear you. Your voice echoes around here." I whisper at him as he simply shrugs his shoulders in response.

"My name is Graham." Bauldy Bob shouts over at us. But he has a smirk on his face, so I know he is not really offended.

To be honest, the guy is good looking, tall, toned, but with the shiniest head I have ever seen, for a man I would put in his early thirties, but it kind of suits him, if you like that sort of thing.

"Sorry Bob." Anders chuckles, as Graham shakes his head and lets out a laugh, before continuing with his own laps.

I nudge Anders with my elbow, as he fakes injury, doubling over and crying out that I am a 'bully'.

"Man up!" I laugh, then move to a stand before jumping into the water beside him.

"Okay, so we are now going to practice jumping into the water." I grin up at him.

I know Anders hates this bit, but he was nasty to Bob with his quip about his lack of hair, so he deserves a little pay back.

Anders lets out a groan, then pouting like a little girl who has her Barbie taken from her, he pulls himself up onto the side of the pool. I gulp slightly, seeing his sexy round b**t that begs to be bit, as his strong arms flex as he pulls himself out of the water. Hot damn, after months of being together, he still has the ability to leave me speechless, as I stare at his hot body and thank all that is holy, he belongs to me.

"Do you want me to jump in, or do you want to perv a little longer?" Anders asks with that arrogant smile on his face.

"Jump." I squeak at him.

"Ah, there she is. My squeaking firefighter." He grins triumphantly, and I tear my eyes away from him, so that I can concentrate on the matter at hand.

"Arsehole" I whisper to him under my breath, as he just smirks and winks at me.

"JUMP!" I say more forcefully, thankful my voice has returned to normal.

'Bob' Chuckles as he passes us, before turning in the water, and setting off for another one of his relentless laps he swims.

Anders jumps into the water, making a massive splash, soaking me, as I stood at the side. I am sure he does this deliberately to make sure I get covered in water. Not that I mind, water is my second home. I love the stuff. Especially as it forces its way out of my hose at work and puts out a fire.

"Well done, now we have to get going." I grin at him.

I am excited, because tonight, for the first time in forever, the team are all gathering for a night out. It will not be a drinking fest, like it normally turns out to be, because we are all back on shift in the morning at 6am. But it will be good to all meet up with our significant others, and just chill for a bit. It has been too long, with all of us dealing with so many things in our personal lives.

Anders nods his head, before grabbing me by the waist and dunking me in the water, then shouting "Race" as he slowly swims away.

I let out a laugh, letting him get a good half a length ahead of me, before I pushed off, and begin a fast front crawl lap, passing him within a few strokes, and beating him to the steps that lead out of the pool.

"One day I will beat you." He grumbles, as I pull myself up the steps.

I feel his hand trailing down my back, his finger gently stroking between my legs for a split second, making me shiver.

"How many continuous laps do I have to do to get you back in that red swimming costume?" Anders asks.

"Three." I grin at him, knowing he is desperate for me to wear the sexy little number again, rather than my plain black speedo costume I am wearing now.

"I am sure you increase the number every time I ask." Anders grumbles as we make our way to the changing rooms.

"Nope, it has always been three, you can do almost a lap and a half now, so half way there." I grin at him, as I open up the locker and pull out my bag.

"Family changing room?" Anders asks with a wink.

I giggle slightly but given the changing room door has opened and another four swimmers have just entered, as much as I like the idea, it really isn't a good one, especially as one of the guys who enters looks around 12 years old. "Guess not today." I grin at him, then head towards the small cubical, placing my kit inside, pulling out my shower gel, shampoo and conditioner, before making my way to the communal showers.

We pull up outside our home, it still feels a little weird calling this mansion my home, but that is what it is now. I moved here initially for protection against the repercussions from Anders' less than nice family members, but now the place is my home. It didn't take long for us both to agree we liked living together, so I stayed. I walk through the door of the once minimalistic home that looked like it belonged in the pages of a magazine, and smile as I see my own touches surrounding the place. My pictures of my family, and one of me with my uniform on, during my passing out day are sat on the once perfectly displayed mantle. My good old fleece throw, I have had for years, is neatly folded on the arm of the long white leather sofa, giving it a pop of colour. I would have thought Anders would hate my stuff around the place, but he insists it makes the place better. It is no longer a house, but a home, and he loves it.

A photo sits on the side table in a silver frame, of Anders and me at the chamber of commerce event. Thankfully, it was taken before we got stuck in that lift. We are both staring into each other's eyes, and it is the nicest photo ever of us. "What time are we all meeting?" Anders asks as he dumps his bag in the hallway.

"Six, it will be an 'early doors' kind of night, given we have work tomorrow." I tell him, as I go grab his kit and walk with it to the utility room, filling the washing machine.

"Mrs Doyle will do that tomorrow." He tells me.

"Mrs Doyle may well be our housekeeper, but she is not our slave. I am more than capable of putting a load of washing in. Plus, the costume and your trunks will stink of stale water if we leave them." I reprimand my gorgeous man, who still lives a spoilt life. Before I knew his history, I resented that about him, but now, I know he deserves a little spoiling for all he went through as a child.

"Well, whilst you play at being the 'washer woman', I will give Carson a ring at the rehab and see how Billy is doing." Anders sighs.

He checks in every week on his younger brother, and from what we can gather, Billy is doing well. However, Anders is not counting his chickens just yet, as we all know a relapse can happen at any time. Plus, we have no clue where his father and brother have disappeared. They seem to have dropped off the face of the earth, after Anders gave his statement, hoping to have them arrested and sent away for a very long time.

I push the soaked swimming costumes and towels into the washing machine, and set it off, before heading into the kitchen, and placing a coffee pod into the machine, making Anders his favourite brew, before getting another one infused with caramel syrup for me. I place the cups on the table, before grabbing a couple of protein bars out of the cupboard for a small snack.

Anders walks into the kitchen, smiling at the coffee, and thanking me before sitting at the table. "How is he doing?" I ask, as always.

"Good, apparently. They were asking if we could go down in the next few weeks. Part of the program is for family members to tell them how their addiction has affected us. Not sure if 'I don't give a s**t' will be the comment they want. But that is the truth of the matter. I learnt long ago that my family were not worth my time or effort." Anders shrugs.

I smile and nod at him. I do not mention that even though he thinks he doesn't give a s**t, I know that he does, else he would have left Billy to rot and kicked him out when he first came to him.

I have an hour or so to kill before getting ready to head out to 'The Chester's' tonight, so I settle down in front of the TV and turn on House of the Dragon, to get caught up on the episodes, as Anders sits with some paperwork from the office, and goes through it. It is our routine, it feels comfortable, and it is nice.

"It will be good to see Lucy," I say to Anders.

"Yes, she is thinking she can come back to work on Monday. I told her no hurry, but she is determined to work as long as she can." Anders tells me.

"Yeah, who knew that morning sickness could land you in hospital?" I say with a small frown, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Yeap. When I found out about it, I did some research. It is a nasty thing, but she seems to be over the worst now, which is good for them both." Anders smiles.

"God, I don't know how Ben has coped. If it was you, I would be climbing the walls seeing you so ill. So when you get pregnant, no acute morning sickness." He tells me with a wink.

"When I get pregnant?" I question him with a smirk on my face.

"Yeah, I want us to have kids. When we are ready." Anders shrugs as if he hasn't just tuned my world on its axis, and said the words I have been longing to hear.

I love kids, and as we settle into our combined life, that feels so right and normal, I have been feeling more than a little broody.

"I wonder if Ben will tell the team tonight, she is pregnant?" I think out loud.

"Not sure, but she will not be drinking, and if Joanne is coming, the way she fusses over her, everyone will know anyway." Anders chuckles.

"Yep...she is one very excited granny." I laugh, knowing full well, that she has practically bought out most of the kids' shops of baby grows, scratch mittens, booties, and swaddling sheets.

"Right, I best go get ready." I tell him, as Anders immediately puts his paperwork down, nods his head, and we both head upstairs to get changed, and meet the team. It is going to be a great night, I can just feel it!