'Reet do you ever think about the future?' Iain asked as Rita entered the room. He was perched on the edge of the sofa concentrating on her eyes, a gorgeous shade of brown that caught the sun and made them sparkle, that was one of the first things he had noticed about her.
'Not really. I can't even think to remember what shifts I'm meant to be finding cover for…..I suppose we're both so busy with work.' Rita replied carefully measuring how to respond by the intensity of his gaze. 'Why do you ask?' she added. 'Just curious.' Iain shrugged as though he wasn't bothered, although Rita could tell he was anticipating her saying something more.
'Well define what you mean by the future….I mean the future is a long time. Are we talking next week, a few months or even years?' Iain sighed. 'Like us. Our future. Together.' 'Oh.' Rita's voice was shaking and tears were forming in the corner of her eyes, she begun to fiddle with the sleeves of her navy blue tunic, she wasn't sure what Iain was about to say but she was worried that her whole world and the one thing that kept her sane was going to be taken away in a split second. 'Did you want to break up?' she asked shyly.
Iain jumped to his feet holding his arms out 'Reet, come here.' Rita swiftly made her way towards Iain who gently held her close enough to hear the beating of his heart. Her head was buried in his chest, her hand gripping his shirt. Iain kissed the top of her head before replying. 'I was going to ask you to move in.' Rita's head shot up.
'I…I mean if you don't want…or you're not ready….we don't have to….' Iain mumbled but was stopped by Rita's lips brushing against his. She pulled back chewing the bottom of her lip. 'Iain Dean I love you.'
'Is that a yes?' Rita nodded before he grabbed the bottom of her shirt pulling her close, their lips meeting, his hand entangled in her hair. 'Rita Freeman I love you too.'