Hello again lovely readers, I seem to be back again!

You might've noticed that I haven't post this with the rest of my ficlets, and there's a very good reason for that, which I will explain at the end ;)

Now for the warning; this piece contains sexual content so if that's not your thing, please don't read and moan at me for not warning you! :p

For everyone else, I hope you enjoy :D

Finally this is for Allison on Twitter, thank you so much for all the encouragement, I don't think I'd have bothered to write this if it wasn't for you!

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Love Doesn't Always Conquer All

Chapter One: The Hardest Goodbye

Harriet's heart thumps relentlessly against her ribcage as she walks away from Cain for what could potentially be the last time. She knows he's watching her go but she doesn't dare look back because she knows what will happen if she does; his intense gaze will draw her back in and test her already shaky resolve where he's concerned once again.

Their passionate kiss has reignited the internal debate that has raged within her ever since she ended their relationship just over a fortnight beforehand. The kiss has reminded Harriet of all the reasons why she shouldn't turn her back on the village, and on him. It takes a few seconds but she soon remembers why she's making this drastic change to her life, and she's torn once again. She's torn between doing the best thing for everyone around her, and the best thing for herself. Harriet knows what she wants, but she also knows what is right and realistic, and unfortunately for her, they're not the same thing.

She looks down at her watch as she continues to put the distance between herself and Cain, who's probably still stood upon the garage forecourt. It's only mid-afternoon, but the pub seems to be calling her name, perhaps a drink plus some company might help to get her messed up thoughts into some sort of order.

Harriet pushes open the door to the Woolpack and immediately regrets choosing to venture inside. Faith's behind the bar, she's chatting animatedly to the punters as she serves the drinks, regaling them with chatter about her beautiful new-born grandson and at that moment, it's more than Harriet can stomach. Faith's disregard for her feelings about this whole sorry scenario is the straw that breaks the camel's back for Harriet. She graciously stepped aside so that Cain could be a Dad to his little boy, but Issac's existence is being rubbed in her face at every opportunity, and she can't deal with it. If only they knew. In that moment, the decision is made; she has to get out of the village and make a new life for herself elsewhere, as she said to Victoria in the shop earlier, go somewhere where she hasn't hooked up with the local bad-boy.

She feels that now the decision has been made, a weight has been lifted from her shoulders, but she's dreading having to tell Cain. His impassioned plea to her had got her exactly where he knew it probably would and the thought of breaking his heart all over again simultaneously breaks her. How can she tell him that this is just how is has to be?

Harriet eventually retreats from the pub doorway and steps back outside into the brisk October breeze. She sits herself down upon the wooden bench outside, a deep sigh emanates from her lips as she loses herself in her own thoughts. She is only pulled from her reverie when she's approached by a familiar figure. "Penny for those," Pearl quietly comments as she sits down next to the vicar and rests a comforting hand upon her arm. When Harriet doesn't answer, a frown creases the older woman's face, "are you alright?" she asks as she notes the sadness that is so clearly painted upon Harriet's face, "I thought you were supposed to be looking at that new parish in Oxford today?"

"I was," Harriet replies, "but the bus broke down, so it's in the garage. I'm hoping Cain or Ross will look at it for me today," she adds, "I've put the parish off until tomorrow anyway."

Pearl sense that something else is troubling Harriet too, and she wants to help. "You look like you could do with a drink," Pearl says as she glances over at the Woolpack.

Harriet nods in agreement, "I do," she admits, "just not in there."

Pearl smiles, "we'll go back to the cottage the," she responds.

Again, Harriet nods in agreement as she slowly gets to her feet. Pearl follows her lead shortly afterwards and together, they make their way back to the cottage for a much-needed drink.


"He kissed me," Harriet blurts out to Pearl as she sits in one of the armchairs, cradling a cup of coffee in her hands.

Pearl quickly swallows her mouthful of tea before replying, "and?" she questions, sensing there is more to come.

Harriet takes a quick sip of her coffee as she steels herself to respond. "I kissed him back," she admits to Pearl, it's all she feels comfortable admitting to the older woman. She doesn't want to divulge how intense, passionate and insanely hot she found it, nor does she want to divulge how it's reawakened her desire to have one last night of passion with him before she closes the door on them, "he doesn't want me to go," she eventually adds.

"How do you feel about that?" Pearl asks her, "because it seems to me as though this move has come more than a little bit out of the blue."

Harriet shrugs her shoulders, "I don't know," she answers honestly, "I wish I didn't have to leave because I love it round here, but I don't think I have any other choice. I just think it's best if I move on, start again elsewhere."

"Best for who?"

"It'll just be better all round if I go," Harriet tells her sadly, "Cain and Moira can be together and raise Issac in a loving family and if I move away too, I can get over what we've had together."

She sounds so sure of that fact as she speaks the words but deep down, she knows she's never going to be able to get over what they have shared these past few months. Harriet has never ever felt this way about anyone before, not even about Ashley, and she proposed to him. She's thought about it a lot in the past few weeks and has now come to realise that her feelings for Cain far outstrip anything she ever felt for Ashley. Sure, she did love Ashley once upon a time and still misses him to this day, but ultimately, she feels as though they were drawn together by their mutual love of God and their shared beliefs. Cain made her feel alive whenever they were together, he was the one who found her, picked her up and brought her back to life after Ashley's untimely demise, no-one else really cared, but he did. Harriet loves him but right now, it's not helping, if anything, her feelings for him are making this whole situation worse. She wishes she could go back to the days where her heart didn't skip a beat when she clapped eyes on him but she can't, she would never take back anything that's happened between them, even though the breakdown of the relationship has left her broken-hearted and determined to make a new life for herself elsewhere. It's been fifteen days since she told him to go and fight for Moira and essentially, forget about what they had shared; she wishes she could take her own advice but even now, the desire to have him rip her clothes off and make love to her like he had done on so many occasions before is still entrenched in her mind, it's something she cannot shake.

Pearl looks sadly over at Harriet before finding her voice, "you don't seem overly thrilled about the prospect of a fresh start," she notes.

It's true, the look upon Harriet's face suggests that not only is it a decision that she's not taking lightly, it's a decision that will cause her entire world to implode. "Why would I be?" she questions, "I love him, and I want to be with him more than anything in the world, but I can't have him, he belongs with Moira and their baby. If I stick around here, I'll be reminded everyday of what I've lost," she adds, "trust me to fall for the one man I really can't have," she finishes with a sardonic laugh at her own expense.

Pearl glances sadly at the vicar and at this present moment, she's never felt more sorry for her. She's seen her mood reach both ends of the spectrum in the past few months; she saw the unadulterated happiness that Cain seemed to bring into Harriet's life and now that the relationship has crashed and burnt, she's seeing the misery that Harriet's feeling at not having him around anymore. In the time that they had lived together, Pearl had never seen Harriet so happy as she had been since she had hooked up with Cain and seeing the loved-up pair canoodling at the breakfast table had become a familiar sight for her in the mornings. It had been a bit difficult for Pearl to get used to Cain's frequent presence in the house to begin with, and after a rather unfortunate incident in which she had caught the pair of them in bed together, she had learnt to give the two of them their space. Since that particular incident, Cain had stayed over quite a bit and his presence in the cottage was something Pearl had gotten quite to, as Harriet obviously had too. Finally, the older woman spoke, "you just do whatever feels right for you love," Pearl consolingly tells Harriet, "but if it's any consolation, I'll miss you."

A small smile creases Harriet's beautiful face, "I'll miss you too," she replies, "but I'll come back and visit, and you'd be more than welcome to come and visit me once I'm settled."

Pearl smiles back and that brings the conversation to a close, the older woman sips slowly at her now lukewarm cup of tea and picks up a magazine that sits on the coffee table between them. Harriet goes back to sipping at her coffee and once again, she loses herself in the her own thoughts. He's there once again, at the forefront of her mind; she literally cannot stop thinking about the kiss they shared on the garage forecourt just a few hours beforehand. If she closes her eyes, she can still feel the intensity of the moment, the heavenly feeling of his lips upon hers once again, she wants him now, perhaps more than she has ever wanted him before. The truth of the matter is, Harriet Finch is horny, and there's only one person she wants to sort her out in that regard. It could turn out to be the worst idea in the world but her mind is set. Harriet takes in one last mouthful of coffee before depositing her cup upon the coffee table. She smiles over at Pearl as she rises from the armchair before leaving the room to head upstairs. She's on a mission, a mission to go get 'her' man for one final time.


Cain's home-alone at Wishing Well Cottage that evening, but not for long…

Zak and Lisa have taken Kyle away for a couple of days as its half-term, Belle is staying the night once again at Lachlan's and Liv's with Gabby so for the moment, Cain's only company is the dog. He doesn't mind it as much as usual because it allows him some time to think about the kiss he shared with Harriet earlier that day. A smile crosses his face at the merest thought of her, it's the first smile that's creased his handsome face in a while. In truth, he's been thoroughly miserable since Harriet had put the brakes on their relationship a couple of weeks previously, not even his beautiful new-born baby boy could lift his spirits. Moira hated him and neither wanted him back nor wanted him to have anything to do with their baby. His relationship with Harriet had failed and now Moira had told him in no uncertain terms that she no longer wanted him in her life, he couldn't help wondering whether his relationship with the vicar could now be retrieved. The fact that she had kissed him back at the garage earlier that day told him that she wasn't ready to properly let go of what they had shared. It was a kiss that, like Harriet, he literally cannot stop thinking about; it was so much more intense than anything they had shared together previously and he couldn't put his finger on why that was. He really didn't want her to go so perhaps the kiss had ended up being so intense because he had tried to convey his feelings for her through the intensity of the kiss in the hope that she would understand what he was trying to tell her. Cain fervently hoped that it was enough to at least make her think twice about moving on. Little did he know that the decision had already been made…

A knock upon the cottage's heavy wooden door startles Cain and brings him out of his trance. He wonders who it could be as he rises from the sofa, he answers the door and is stunned to find Harriet standing upon the front step. Cain can't help but take an appreciative glance over her body as she stands before him; from the black leather jacket and the mini-dress that hems at mid-thigh to the black-sheathed legs and heels, she looks truly stunning and in that moment, he wonders why he didn't chase after her fifteen days beforehand. Why is he only now truly appreciating what he could lose if she was to leave the village?

"Harr-"

Cain doesn't even get to finish greeting her because the exquisite feeling of her lips upon his silences him. She pulls back, takes a few steadying breaths and her forehead settles against his; it's almost a mirror image of the kiss that Cain had instigated just a few hours previously at the garage except this time, she was the one making all the moves. Harriet's hand rests against his jawline and her lips land upon his once more; Cain's response to her is immediate, he can't resist her and he's soon kissing her back. His hand goes to cradle her neck while Harriet groans quietly into the kiss as her lips part against his own. Cain mimics her movements and his tongue is very quick to finds hers; a low moan emanates from her lips as her hand becomes fisted in his hair for the second time that day. The kiss is intense, in a way that their kiss earlier in the day wasn't. Harriet knows why, it's because she knows it'll be one of the last kisses she shares with him. Her heart breaks a little bit more as the realisation hits her, but she doesn't let it show, she simply ramps up the intensity another notch. It's a kiss that is so intense, it leaves her feeling weak at the knees. Eventually however, Harriet is the one to pull away and Cain shoots her a questioning look as she does so. "What do you want Harriet?" he asks her softly.

She hears the questioning tone in his voice and it almost makes think twice about what she plans to do, almost, but not quite. Harriet ploughs on, "you," she tells him simply, "I just want you."

Her words are music to Cain's ears and his heart begins to soar in his chest, he can't help but wonder whether this is the precursory hook-up that leads to a reunion between the pair. However, the reality is somewhat different, Cain just doesn't know it yet and Harriet can't bring herself to tell him.

He pulls her impatiently into the cottage and closes the door behind the two of them, Cain turns back towards Harriet and he's drawn towards her once again. He strides towards her and once he is close enough, his hands come to rest upon her shoulders. Cain slips the leather jacket off her shoulders and the garment falls to the floor at Harriet's feet. He kisses her once more, instigating another passionate exchange between the pair, another kiss that she cannot help but lose herself in. In the midst of this kiss, Cain's hands travel over her beautifully curvaceous body but all of a sudden, he pulls away. Harriet shoots him a look of confusion as she kicks off her heels, it's soon quelled as he moves to stand behind her and pulls her body back against his own. She groans out loud as she feels the beginnings of his erection against the curve of her backside; in that moment, any doubts she had about what she was planning to do flee her mind, she cannot deny herself this pleasure, especially as she knows they may never have this moment again.

Harriet gasps out loud as she feels Cain's kisses against her neck, one of his arms is folded around her waist while his other hand has found the hem of her mini-dress. The skirt of her dress is soon gathered above her waist while Cain sets about trying to remove her tights; Harriet senses that he's struggling so she reaches down to help him. It takes them a few minutes but soon enough, her tights are slung over the top of one of the chairs, they're not needed for what Harriet has in mind for the rest of the night.

She turns around to face Cain and doesn't even bother to pull the skirt of her dress down, it's a pretty pointless exercise because she knows it'll be on the floor soon enough. Harriet grasps the collar of his shirt in her hands and pulls him back towards her, "how about we take this upstairs?" she murmurs softly to him as she glances up at the ceiling and then back at him to emphasise her point.

Cain doesn't need to be asked twice, he presses a single kiss to her waiting lips before lifting her off the ground. Harriet's legs curl around his waist while her arms become draped over his shoulders as she kisses him again. He kisses her back and ups the intensity as he carries her across the floor and then up the stairs.

A few moments later, he bundles her into his room and sets her down upon the edge of the bed. Cain steps back slightly and admires her once again as she rises from her perch. Harriet instigates another kiss, it's deep and she uses her tongue to prise open his lips. Once he responds to her movement, her tongue strokes over his. The groan that follows from him turns her on beyond belief. She's savouring the moment, committing all of this to memory so that she has something to savour when she misses him in the future.

Harriet feels his hand stray onto her breast, she gasps into the kiss as he strokes over the front of her dress before allowing his hands to stray to her back. Cain's fingers find the zip and he undoes it in an agonisingly slow fashion. She's reluctant to break the kiss but she soon realises that it has to be done if their latest passionate encounter is going to progress. Harriet eventually breaks away and then smirks as she allows her gaze to settle upon Cain. Her gaze doesn't waver from him for a moment as she takes her dress off before casting it aside upon his bedroom floor.

The intensity of the moment still lingers and it spurs Cain into action; his clothes are shed in minutes and he soon stands before her in nothing but his boxers. Harriet settles herself on the edge of his bed once again but she soon shuffles backwards and dives beneath the bedclothes, Cain joins her moments later. His hands stray to her back again, her body arches against him in response to his movement as he fumbles with the clasp of her bra. He undoes her bra before throwing it somewhere out of sight, Harriet sighs in an expression of pleasure as she feels his warm breath against her skin, knowing there's a real possibility that this could be the last time she feels it. Cain's head is bent over her as he presses a soft kisses to each of her firm breasts, his kiss is soft, but it's enough to harden her nipples, such is the affect that he has upon her body. She cannot control her body's reaction to his ministrations upon her, it's something she's never been able to do, and tonight is no exception.

Another groan emanates from her lips as he teases her nipples between his finger and thumb before pressing his lips to the hardened buds. He then blows across them and the movement makes her shiver with delight; Cain then takes things up a gear by taking her nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. He sucks gently, until Harriet begins to moan. It's not only his ministrations upon her body that are turning her on, but also the distinct feeling of his erection against her inner thigh. At times, she still struggles to believe that he's as into this as she is, but the evidence is indisputable, and it's an amazingly empowering feeling for her to have.

Harriet reaches for him, she strokes over the front of his boxers and feels him jerk in response to her touch. It's her turn to tease him for the moment; she traces the growing bulge, touching him and teasing him in a way she may never do again. She knows what he wants, and she also knows how far she can push him before he becomes desperate for a release, he's not there just yet…

She sits herself up slightly and Cain rolls onto his side as a result, his hand finds her waist and slips beneath the material of her knickers. Harriet closes her eyes as she feels the material slipping further and Cain eventually takes them from her; she'll never forget the feelings of desire that flood her body everytime he does that, and this time is no exception either. Her hand finds his shoulder and she pushes him so he's flat-out on his back. Harriet climbs on top of him, straddling his waist before she leans down to kiss him; Cain's disappointed that she doesn't linger for too long but that is soon satiated as her lips settle upon his neck. She kisses him there, nipping gently as he elicits a soft gasp. Harriet smirks against him as she continues her descent, her kisses move over his chest, as do the nips to his skin. His gasp of earlier escalates into a moan and his breathing begins to deepen in line with her movements, he has a feeling that he knows where she's going with this, but he's wrong….

Eventually, Harriet's head dips beneath the bedclothes and out of sight for the time being. Cain gasps as he feel her warm hands upon his hips as she makes a move to rid him of his boxers. The last garment is removed and quickly cast aside in the confines of the bedclothes, he won't be needing those.

She eventually crawls back and her head pokes out from beneath the bedclothes. Harriet gets herself into position against him and Cain's gaze remains fixed upon her as her hands cup his jawline. She leans forward, her lips meeting his in a slow yet passionate kiss; Harriet groans against him as she lowers herself onto his throbbing erection. Cain's own groan of pleasure is swallowed by her as the delicious sensation floods their bodies at the same time. His hands settle against her hips and he holds her there for a few brief seconds, savouring the moment because he had begun to wonder whether she would ever come back to him, but she has. Harriet finally begins to move against him, she's slow to begin with but as the two of them settle into a rhythm, her movements very quickly gather in pace. Her lips part from his as her head comes to rest in the crook of his neck while she takes a firm grip upon his forearms. There's always been something pretty intense about their sex, but this time feels so different, and Harriet knows exactly why; it's because she knows that it could potentially be the last time she ever does the deed with him. She can't even look him in the eye, because he would see the sadness, then the questions would begin, and she doesn't want that. "Harriet," he murmurs to her, his voice is quiet but in the silence, it's loud enough for her to hear, "look at me, please," he adds, pleading with her.

Harriet inhales a deep breath before she lifts her head and immediately, Cain's gaze meets her. He sees the look in her eyes and he can't help feeling a bit perturbed by it. "Are you OK?" he asks her, the element of concern in his voice is obvious, he's worried that she's just not into this anymore.

Nothing could be further from the truth, she's still as into this as she ever was, but the fact that this could be the very last time they do this is breaking her heart. Still, Harriet cannot bring herself to tell him the truth, she swallows the lump that's risen in her throat, then she speaks, "I'm fine," she says to him as she pushes her brunette locks out of her face. Harriet leans back over him, "I'm more than fine in fact."

Their lips once again meet in a kiss and to prove her point to him, Harriet ramps up the pace of her movements as their tongues stroke teasingly over the other. Cain's hands began to guide her as they reach a crescendo; he's close, so is she, the moment is near.

Harriet's orgasm hits her so suddenly that's she's almost not prepared for it; her body goes into raptures and she shudders as the sensation tears through her. Cain coaxes her through with a few well-placed kisses and seconds later, his own climax is upon him and he groans noisily against her shoulder as he allows the sensation to completely envelope him. Harriet's movements above him slow down until eventually, they cease completely. She withdraws before settling herself down beside him in his double bed.

The silence in the post-coital moment is deafening for Harriet, usually she doesn't mind it but tonight, it's really getting to her. She knows why, it's because she knows what's going to come next, not straightaway of course but at some point in the next few hours. Now they've done the deed, she cannot stop thinking about her next move, "You certainly won't get that if you move to Oxford," Cain eventually tells her, breaking the silence that lingers between them. Harriet nods, not giving a verbal response to his words. She's unusually quiet, and it's something that really bothers him, "are you sure you're OK Harriet?" he adds questioningly as he props himself on his side so he can look at her.

She nods, he strokes the back of his hand across her cheek and she is overwhelmed with affection for him in that moment, she wishes more than anything that things could be different. "I'm just tired," she tells him, "it feels as though it's been a very long day."

Cain nods, accepting her explanation, "we'll sleep then," he tells her decisively, "we've got plenty of time to talk."

Harriet wishes that was true, but it's not. She can't even tell him what she's planning to do, because she knows what will happen if she does; he will convince her to stay, she will give in and they will both be back to square one. It's a lose-lose situation for her, this is her only real way out. "Night Cain," she says to him as she leans over.

She closes her eyes as she presses a soft and tender goodnight kiss to his lips, perhaps the last kiss she will ever give him. Cain briefly responds but Harriet doesn't let it linger and she soon pulls away, turning her back on him to make herself comfy.

He shuffles into position and spoons her gently from behind; he holds her a little tighter than he usually would do because despite what she's telling him, he can sense something is up, and he wonders what exactly it is that she's not telling him. "Night Harriet," he eventually replies as he presses a kiss to the join between her neck and her shoulder, "I love you."

She doesn't respond so Cain presumes she just didn't hear it. However, the smiles that's creased her face and the tear that leaves her eye suggests otherwise…


Cain Dingle could sleep through the apocalypse and wake up oblivious, Harriet doesn't know how he does it. Three hours have now elapsed since they said their goodnights and she still hasn't properly dropped off. Her mind is still racing with thoughts; thoughts of Cain, what they had shared that night and in the past few months and most of all, the thought of hearing him finally say those three precious words. She's wanted to hear him say them for so long but now, it's too little, too late…

The bedside clock now reads 1:30am and Harriet's next move is imminent, if she doesn't make it soon, she never will. Her mind is set, she has to do this.

Cain's grip upon her has loosened significantly since he fell into his deep sleep and Harriet's grateful for this, it means she can sneak out unnoticed. She hates the idea of doing it but she knows what will happen if she stays, and she can't bear it. Harriet slowly slips out of his bed and creeps around the room, retrieving her clothes from his floor before pulling each item on. Once she's fully dressed, she straightens herself up, takes one final, lingering glance at Cain's sleeping form before taking her leave.

All is quiet downstairs at Wishing Well Cottage, and Harriet is grateful. She exhales a heavy breath as she takes one last look around the cottage. Her gaze settles upon a notepad that sits on the coffee table; Harriet knows she owes Cain an explanation for all of this and seeing as though she cannot bear to do it face-to-face, this is the next best thing.

She finds a pen amongst all the mess before settling herself upon the sofa to pen a note to Cain. Harriet flicks through the pad to find a blank page and smiles at the doodles she finds, someone has obviously been playing Hangman with Kyle, because most of the pages are filled with half-finished words and stick men hanging from the gallows. She finally finds a blank page and begins to write, it's not an easy note for her to write. She can't help sniffling and letting her tears fall onto the paper as she signs it off with a couple of kisses.

Harriet rips out the piece of paper, folds it up and leaves it propped up against a half-full glass of something or another that sits upon the dining table. She finds her discarded tights from earlier, stuffing them into the handbag that she had discarded upon the dining room table. Harriet then picks up her leather jacket before slipping on her heels and heading towards the door.

She's ready to go.

Harriet steps out into the brisk October night, pulling her leather jacket tightly around her as she quietly closes the front door to Wishing Well Cottage and begins to walk away. Before she gets out of sight of the quaint little cottage, she takes one final glance at the building, "it's just you and me now, little one," she murmurs softly as her hand flattens against her stomach, "and we'll be just fine."

Harriet walks away a few moments later and when she turns back again, the cottage is no longer in sight. Out of sight, out of mind, she wishes.


The weak rays of sunshine coming through his window awaken Cain from his slumber later that morning. He stretches out towards the other side of the bed, where he expects Harriet's still sleeping, but he's surprised when his hand meets the bedsheet beneath. The sleepiness is forced from his body at this unexpected development as he sits up in bed. Cain immediately gets up and finds himself a pair of boxer shorts before pulling on yesterday's clothes and leaving the room.

"Harriet?" he calls as he slowly descends the stairs.

There's no response and he can't help wondering where she is, only then does it dawn upon him that she might have snuck out while he was asleep. His fear is confirmed when he finds the note addressed to him upon the dining table. Cain sits himself down in one of the high-backed chairs before he unfolds her note. Eventually, he steels himself to read it:

Dear Cain,

I'm so for leading you on last night, and for giving you hope that we could somehow get past all the drama with our relationship still intact. I know it's selfish, but I just wanted one last time with you, so I can try to draw a line under what we've had these past few months.

I need to move on, and now seems as good a time as any.

I still stand by what I said to you in the church; I love you, and I now know for sure that I always will, but I cannot be the one that stands between you and your beautiful newborn son. I know how you feel about me but the truth is, I don't think I will be ever be enough. You can deny it all you want, but you belong with Moira, and baby Issac. They need you.

Please don't try to call me and talk me out of this, it's just something I've got to do. It'll be better for everyone in the long-run, you'll see.

All my love,

Harriet xx

It all makes sense to him now, this was why she had been so emotional as they had made love the night before, because she had planned to do this all along.

Cain doesn't make a habit of showing his emotions but this time, he just cannot help himself. The tears spring to his eyes and he balls her letter up in his fist; he throws it across the room before it disappears out of sight.

It's over, his life is never going to be the same again.

The worst thing is, he doesn't even know that she's taking his unborn child with him…


So, there you have it. It's unrealistic as Hell, but I don't care. These two ideas just wouldn't leave me alone!

Feel free to let me know your thoughts and if there's enough interest, I could be persuaded to write another chapter or two :p

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