What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
"I love you, I love you, I love you" she spoke into the kiss, her lips entwined around his, stopping her from speaking another word. Her arms snaked around his neck, holding him passionately, like she was never going to let him go. He held her as if she were a freshly laid egg, so precious and fragile, as not to break it. His hands on her back, he laid her on to the bed behind her, not letting his lips leave hers. They were so lost in the moment; neither of them heard their daughter shouting up the stairs that their dinner was on the table.
As they parted, they heard her call again, more wound up this time; by the fact she was not receiving a response. He went down first, so that no one would suspect anything. She straightened herself up, pulling the bottom of her top down, and combing her hair through with her fingers. As she walked down the stairs, she could feel herself smiling. She had to cough and try and look serious; no one knew her as a soft, warm and cuddly type of woman. As she walked he legs felt weak, her heart skipping a beat as she saw him sitting at the table, with a smile on his face and that look in his eye, which she had seen before, which said 'I want you'.
Could it really be true? She thought to herself. David Wicks…after all this time, and all these men later? 'Who would have thought David Wicks could still love me? I'm Carol Jackson, the fighter, the miserable, hard faced cow! But he does, he must…even after all this time'.
