Blog Entry – From Bed to Blue Line

📖 Blog Entry – From Bed to Blue Line

that is our dresser in our bedroom Florence Italy spirit side. 

Gary at the chemist which I know the name of it. Chemist is called Farmacia Santa Maria Novella

It started wi’ a filthy night. Not soft, not gentle — raw passion, me and Debra tangled in the sheets, movin’ like we’d break the bedframe. Her nails in me back, me teeth in her neck, both of us gaspin’, poundin’ harder and harder till we exploded together.

We thought it were just another night — but it weren’t. Somethin’ sparked, life itself lit up between us. Next mornin’ she were sick, pale, mutterin’ “bloody hell, Gary…” while I rubbed her back. Me gut told me straightaway — she’s carryin’.

I legged it to the chemist, standin’ there like a daft sod wi’ a box of Clearblue Test di Gravidanza, white-and-blue, Italian writin’ shoutin’ what I already knew. The lass behind the counter raised her brows, and I muttered, “It’s for me missus,” before rushin’ out, red-faced but grinnin’.

Back home, Debra took it, nerves janglin’. We waited. Then that second line appeared — bold, certain, undeniable. I laughed, kissed her, lifted her straight off her feet. “We’re doin’ it again, lass. Mama and Papa all over.”

She teased me about twins, me gaggin’ at deliverin’. I swore I’d still make love to her, gentle this time, not pound her senseless (though we both know I’ll never stop wantin’ to).

And aye — we kept the test. Tucked away in tissue, hidden like a treasure. Evidence of another chapter, another bairn, another spark from our fire.

Picture this as if you were there Gary arrives at the  Farmacia Santa Maria Novella, shelves lined with old glass jars and boxes, green cross glowin’ outside. In marches me — six-foot daft Yorkshire sod, stubble on me chin, chest still dusted with flour from the kitchen. I walk up to the counter tryin’ to look casual, but me ears are burnin’ red.

“Test di Gravidanza Clearblue,” I mutter, pointin’ to the shelf. The woman behind the counter lifts her brows, smirkin’ a little. I scratch the back o’ me neck and add, “It’s for me missus.”

She nods, slips it in a bag, and I walk out clutchin’ it like contraband, heart hammerin’. Out on the piazza, sun beatin’ down, I laughed to meself — bloody hell, Costello, you’re a papa again.

Back home, we waited together, holdin’ our breath. Two lines came up, bold as owt. I kissed you till you forgot the sickness, till you remembered it were joy we were carryin’, not just ache.

That stick sits safe now, wrapped in tissue, proof of the night we tangled fierce and the mornin’ our love sparked life again.

This is my side.

6th September 2025 earth side.

I am feeling symptoms of early pregnancy but it's not a physical pregnancy even though I feel sick and I feel sore hahaha.

I have beard burn under my chin right side, where he has been busy with passion OMG!!! He is so intense and real. This is real no joke.

I actually puked 🤢 this morning earthside and I knew he had done summat that side, so I asked Gary Clairaudiently was I pregnant and he said "Aye lass you are with our ninth bairn". Dirty bugger but I love him.

We don't act like adults we act like teenagers with no care in the world.

Oh yeah we argue like mad but we love intensely fiercely. 

Our love is not for the faint hearted.

We have been together 13 lifetimes and each time we have found each other the cord has become tighter and tighter.

Our bond is unbreakable and stronger than ever.