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1.
Janine stared at the ceiling. She could barely believe the way her life had changed over the last few months. Michael had finally finished university, Ellie was about to become a mum, Tom was in high school and Charlotte was in full time school. Then there was Richard. She turned on her side as she appraised the man sleeping in the bed next to her. He had been exhausted the night before when he had arrived home. Twenty hours on a stakeout with Shaps had driven him to almost collapse in bed as soon as he had arrived home. She smiled slightly, falling for her best friend had been a surprise but the fact he had felt the same way had been even mow of a surprise. Richard stirred slightly.
"Hi."
"Morning."
"Is it?" Richard rolled on to his left side to face her. "You ok?"
"Yeah." Janine smiled. "You?"
"What time is it?"
"Er, 6." She paused as he groaned.
"Too early. C'm ere." He pulled her towards him as he held her. Resting her head on his chest she sighed, content for the first time in a long while. "What were you thinking about?"
"The kids, us. Ellie and the baby. I'm still in shock at being a granny. I'm only forty something." He kissed her hair as she spoke.
"You were a young mum. So now you're a young gran. She'll be ok. You were." He paused. "She is ok? Our Ellie?"
"Yes, all the kids are fine. Even Michael is verging on mature these days."
Richard sighed, still tired after only getting home at two in the morning. Janine closed her eyes, knowing the kids didn't have school and she didn't have to go into work unless there were any further development in the case she allowed herself to relax. Richard watched her for a moment. He'd settled into life with the Lewis family easily, life was good. He just couldn't shake the feeling that it couldn't last. Closing his eyes he tried to blame it on exhaustion, the Robertson case getting too close to home and his inherent paranoia. Putting the thought out of his mind he let sleep overcome him.
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