A huge thank you to feebee17 and firebird590 who gave me my first reviews. You made my week and inspired me to write more! In addition to this, feebee17, your encouragement of me continuing this plot led to staying up until 4am creating this in my head and firebird59, I hope this one is easier to read. Hope you all enjoy and, again, any reviews welcome.

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Cześć Mrs Carter

Saturday morning, 9am

I was nervous. Well, actually, nervous would be a bit of an understatement. The understatement of the century, to be quite honest. I had been rifling through my wardrobe for the past two hours, still dressed in my lover's discarded shirt from last night and with no clue what to wear for this afternoon. Thoughts of last night spun around my mind, making my heart thunder and an impressive blush grow on my cheeks. No! I shook my head to expel the thoughts. Don't think of that. Outfit! You need and outfit.

"What should I wear?" I asked my boyfriend for the fifth time that morning, comparing two dresses in the full-length mirror. I watched in awe as his reflection strolled in from the en suite bathroom with just a towel around his waist, dripping wet, and came up behind me. He dropped his head into the crook of my neck, pressing a feather-light kiss to the skin there. Sighing, I relaxed back against him and revelled in the warmth of his body, letting the dresses fall to the floor beside us.

"It doesn't matter what you wear. I told you. She's gonna love you no matter what you wear." He mumbled, his words ghosting over my collar-bone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"How can you be so sure?" I muttered back, biting my lip as the nerves twisted knots in stomach to match my hands. Max raised his hands and took mine in them, separating the knots they were creating. Our gazes met in the mirror.

"Because I love you, so she'll love you. Trust me." The intensity of the situation suddenly made me very aware of the close proximity of our bodies and I flushed again at the thoughts of last night, our first time together. Max smirked, seemingly able to read my thoughts, "Please try not to look like that today, I won't be able to keep my hands off you and I hardly think my mother would approve of that. Or my sisters, for that matter." My cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red and I turned, burying my head into Max's chest, accidently pushing up against the length of his body, causing him to groan. He pulled me away from the mirror and the clothes and onto the bed.

"We got time." He whispered into my ear, the last thing I heard before he kissed me and led me into ecstasy.

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Saturday morning, 11am

Dozing, I adored the feeling of having the woman I loved in my arms. From her breathing, I knew she was asleep, her head lay on my chest, over my heart, as if she was listening to the steady beat. I brushed the stray locks of vibrant hair from her face and placed a kiss on her dewy forehead. I glanced up towards the clock and swore loudly, causing Millie to roll over away from me, murmuring, but not wake.

"Millie..." I said, shaking her shoulder gently, "Mills, we need to get up." Still, she stayed asleep. I tried again, but louder, "Millie, it's 11 o'clock. We need to be at my mother's in one hour." She flew out of bed and into the bathroom, swearing, switching the shower on as she went. I climbed out of bed and threw on the shirt and jeans that I had packed in my overnight bag. I finished getting dressed just as Millie ran out of the bathroom, panicking.

"Max! I still don't know what to wear!" she exclaimed, exasperated. I picked out a top at random from her wardrobe. It was white, and flowing, with traditional Japanese-style drawings on it. "YES! Max, it's perfect! Not too much. Not too little. Why didn't I think of that?" she grabbed the top from my hands and started to get dressed, dropping her towel in the process.

"I'm gonna...erm...just wait...erm...in the...yeah." I stumbled over my words, tearing my eyes from the goddess in front of me. Now is not the time, Max. You're already running late. I picked up my phone and hurried out of the room.

I stood waiting in the small living room of Millie's apartment. Every surface was cluttered with objects. There were photos everywhere, all from different stages in her life: her with her parents when she was a child,; her as a rebellious teenager with friends; her first day on the beat; the Sun Hill group; and one of us. We were at the pub. It seemed only yesterday, but at the same time, an age ago, because now, I couldn't see my life without Millie in it. It had been taken 10 weeks ago today, just as I pulled away to tell her to stop thinking before I kissed her again. We were entirely consumed by each other, our bodies so close, our lips still raw from the kiss. We looked so in love.

I jumped as a pair of arms wound themselves around me. I was so caught up in the memory that I didn't even hear her come down. "What are you grinning about?" she asked.

"Us." I twisted and gave her a short but passionate kiss before I grasped her hand and led her towards the door. "Come on, then. We don't want to be late. You look gorgeous, by the way." She blushed as we grabbed our jackets and left the apartment.

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In the car

We sat in silence, my mind whirring over every detail Max had told me about his family, which wasn't actually that much. He reached over and slide his hand into mine, rubbing it with his thumb, trying to sooth me. We turned onto a small picturesque road on the outskirts of London.

"We're nearly there." Said Max softly.

"Right, ok, errm...So your mother is called Natalie, your older sister is called Joanna, her husband is called Martin, with their children Oscar and Daniel, and your twin sister is called Krysta, her partner's called Tony, and she has baby Jessica. Right?"

Max chuckled before saying, "Right, apart from the fact my mother is called Natia, not Natalie, my sister is called Jolanta, and my mother will probably tell you to call her Ma anyway. And remember it's Toni with and 'i'. But other than that, yeah, it's all correct." He chuckled again as I sank into my seat. "Don't worry, though. You aren't the first person to get their names wrong. In fact, Ma with think it's ładny." The look that I gave him obviously illustrated how scared I was of new languages. "She'll think it's cute."

"Oh, okay. Wait! They're not all going to be speaking in Polish are they? 'Cause I can't speak Polish, and I'll look all stupid and, and, and – "

"Mills, it's going to be fine. No, they won't speak in Polish, I've already told them you can't understand it, and if they do, I'll just translate. It's not a big deal."Max replied as he pulled into the driveway of a small red brick house, with a flourishing garden and two boys playing football.

"But what if they do, and I'll be alone, but I don't want to be a burden, and – "

"Mille!" He turned and took both of my hands in his. "They are NOT going to speak Polish because I've told them, under pain of death, not to. You won't EVER be alone, 'cause I am always here for you. And you aren't EVER going to be a burden. I. Love. You. And my family aren't going to change that. Okay?" I nodded and he leant forward, pressing his lips to mine.

He opened the door to a chorus of 'Hey, Uncle Max!" from the two boys. Oscar and Daniel. Waving at them, he came round to my door and helped me out, taking my hand as he led me towards the house. I watched with a smile as the boys abandoned their football and ran full pelt into Max, hugging his middle.

"ARGH!" Max shouted out, winking at me, "You got me!" The boys laughed and high-fived before running into what must be the back garden. Max guided me up the garden path to the front door, knocking twice.

And so it begins...

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