The early morning sun was slowly illuminating the sky and pushing the shadows of the village into retreat. A soft chorus of birdsong began to fill the air, a delicately spirited tune welcoming the start of a new day.
On a cold stone bench beside a fountain in the centre of the village sat two men. Their once carefully pressed shirts were now wrinkled and half pulled from their trousers and ties had long since been unfastened and stuffed into jacket pockets.
Their heads were resting together and their fingers entwined between them as they watched the night relinquish its hold on the sky.
Sleepy smiles played over the faces of the men as they recalled the night's celebrations.
--
After Craig's initial hesitation he had discovered there was an indescribable pleasure to be found in holding John Paul as they danced. Their bodies moving together as one piece of music faded into another, the two men holding each other as closely as they held their wonderful secret.
"Guys… when you've quite finished smooching… the bride is about to leave!"
John Paul grinned as he loosened his hold on Craig, turning to Linda as she looked at her dear friends with an amused smile.
Quickly wrapping his arms around the new bride John Paul spun her into the air, making Linda giggle as she half-heartedly fought to be put down. But as usual, no sooner had her feet touched the ground before she was once again swept off them as Craig's arms replaced John Paul's.
Laughing with joy Linda pulled both men into an embrace as they proceeded to cover her face with soft kisses.
"If I didn't know better I'd be worried about one of you two running off with my missus!" Patrick said as he approached the group hug in the middle of the dance floor.
"How d'you know we're both not planning to," Craig teased, planting another kiss on Linda's cheek.
"You'll have to fight me for her first," Patrick countered with a grin as he caught Linda's hand and pulled her swiftly into his arms.
"If you don't look after her we will," John Paul said with a smile that didn't detract from the truth behind his words.
Patrick's arms slid around Linda's waist as he kissed her neck softly. He was surprised to realise that, rather that feel annoyed at John Paul's words, he felt grateful that the men cared about his beautiful wife enough to make that promise.
"You don't have to worry about that," Patrick replied with a deep smile. "I plan to spend the rest of my life looking after her."
"SHE is still here you know," Linda objected, but her protestation was made with the warm smile of a woman who not only had the man of her dreams in her arms, but also the two greatest friends she had ever know ready to leap to her defence at a moments notice.
"Come on my good lady wife," Patrick teased with a feather kiss to Linda's cheek as he reached for her hand, "We have a honeymoon to get to!"
Linda flashed her friends a bright, joyous smile as she bid them goodbye before being whisked out of the door by her new husband.
John Paul and Craig stood together for a while, wrapped in the warmth of their friends happiness and the strength of their own love.
"So where you gonna take me on honeymoon?" Craig asked with a soft laugh.
"Who says I have to take you anywhere?" John Paul replied.
"Well you ARE the one who did the proposing… it's only right."
Moving close to his boyfriend John Paul slipped his hand around the man's neck and leant close into his ear. "You know I'd take you anywhere," he said suggestively. "Hell I'd take you right now in the middle of this dance floor if I thought I could get away with it!"
Craig swallowed heavily as John Paul pulled away from his side, his face a flustered combination of surprise and lust at John Paul's words. John Paul grinned with satisfaction as he turned and sauntered from the dance floor in search of a drink.
--
It had been a few hours after the bride and groom departed that the celebrations finally wound down and the guests slowly trickled away.
John Paul and Craig had decided to take a leisurely stroll through the village that had once been their home and the place where they had found each other, lost each other and found each other again.
The village had changed very little since the time the men had left for Ireland, as if they had stepped back in time to a world where nothing much had changed. But in the truth everything had changed. They had changed. Men who knew who they were and had a confidence in their love that nothing could ever shatter had long since replaced the young men who had fought to reconcile their feelings
.
"Craig?" John Paul said in a quiet tone that seemed to fit the early morning hush, turning his face to look at his boyfriend as he spoke.
"Hmm?"
"You're not really gonna email Lin those photos are you?"
"I think it's only fair." Craig giggled softly in reply, turning his face to look into the slumberous blue of John Paul's eyes. "I mean she HAS seen the pictures of me."
"Yeah but that was an accident," John Paul insisted, "You know I would never have shown her them deliberately."
Craig curled his fingers tighter into John Paul's, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief as he ran a fingertip along the length of John Paul's thigh.
"It's not like you have anything to be ashamed of!" He teased.
"Craig…" John Paul tried his best at a pleading voice but the effect was lost under a fit of giggles.
"There's only one real solution," Craig said as John Paul's laughter faded.
"And what's that?"
Leaning forward Craig brushed his mouth gently over John Paul's lips.
"You'll have to convince me not to send them."
Slipping his hand behind Craig's neck John Paul pulled the man forcibly towards him, their mouths crashing together hard as John Paul's tongue teased over Craig's lips before finding it's way into the hot depths beyond.
"How's that?" John Paul asked, slightly breathlessly, as the kiss broke.
"Not bad… for a start!" Craig replied with a wink.
"You are SO demanding!"
"And you wouldn't have me any other way."
Brushing a gentle, affectionate kiss across Craig's cheek John Paul leant back against the wall. "You're right," he said with a contented smile, "I wouldn't change a single thing about you."
The morning gradually grew brighter as the men clung to the last possible moments of a perfect night, not quite ready to let it end and seek the sleep they both needed.
"D'you remember…" Craig began before stopping and shaking his head.
"What?"
"Doesn't matter…"
"No go on."
"I was just thinking…" Craig began hesitantly, "D'you remember that day we sat here… not long after everything between us became public knowledge and…"
"And you were so terrified of what people were thinking about you," John Paul continued with a gentle smile.
"It feels like a lifetime ago…"
"It was…"
"The first time I asked you to come to Dublin with me…"
"I'm glad it wasn't the last!"
"John Paul d'you ever… d'you ever regret not coming with me that first time?"
John Paul considered the question for a moment. "Honestly?" he replied, "No… No I don't…"
"Oh." The disappointment was obvious in Craig's voice and John Paul wrapped his arms around the man, pulling him into a warm embrace.
"Craig what we've got now… it's more than I ever thought we'd have… more than I thought I deserved really… I didn't know it was physically possible to be this happy without spontaneous combustion! But back then… we weren't ready…"
"You mean I wasn't ready."
"NO… I mean WE weren't ready." Releasing his hold John Paul moved his hands to cup Craig's face lightly, marvelling at the features of the man who had filled his heart from the moment they first met. "You might not have been ready to kiss me in public back then Craig," John Paul continued, "But I wasn't ready to understand that that sort of thing doesn't matter… what we feel… the life we share together… that's what counts… sure getting to snog you in the street is a bonus but it isn't what's important. If I'd come to Dublin back then… we could have lost everything… we might never have got where we are today and I wouldn't give up our lives now… not for anything."
Craig smiled as he turned his face to kiss the hand resting against his cheek. "Neither would I," he agreed, stifling a small yawn.
"Come on," John Paul said, stretching as he got to his feet and pulling Craig up after him. "Time we got back to mum's."
"To your mums?"
"Yeah… that is where we're staying…"
"I know it's just…"
"What?"
"You didn't call it home."
John Paul smiled, pressing a kiss to Craig's lips. "That house… this village… even this country… that's not home any more."
"No?"
"No… you are."
--
"Afternoon lads." Myra smiled warmly as John Paul and Craig slouched into the kitchen. Both men were supporting ruffled bed hair and the type of bleary eyes that spoke of late night celebrations.
"There's no chance of some breakfast is there?" John Paul asked his mother hopefully, wrapping his dark blue dressing gown around himself as he slumped onto a chair at the breakfast bar.
"Breakfast?" Myra laughed. "Have you seen the time?"
Looking at his watch John Paul grinned as he saw it was just past two in the afternoon. "Well it still FEELS like breakfast time!"
"I'm sure I can find you something," Myra replied as Craig seemed to fall into the seat beside her son. "Tea?"
"Please Myra," Craig answered with a grateful smile. As enjoyable as the night had been his head was now paying the price and his throat felt as if it had been lined with sandpaper.
Standing with one hand resting on the edge of the sink waiting for the kettle to boil Myra felt a moment's sadness as she quietly observed John Paul and Craig. They seemed cocooned in their own world as they leant their heads together, whispering secrets known only to themselves and laughing softly as they spoke. John Paul lifted his hand to Craig's face; his thumb passing lightly over the man's cheek, seemingly for no reason other than to touch him, and Craig leaned into the touch as if the warmth from John Paul's skin was enough to revive his flagging senses.
When John Paul first moved to Ireland Myra felt his absence sharply, but watching him now, lost inside a world that she had no access to, Myra realised that it wasn't just John Paul's physical presence that she missed, it ran far deeper than that. Myra McQueen's young son had grown up. The boy who had once cried on his mother's shoulder as she comforted him was gone. The child who needed his mother was no more. There was a time when Myra had considered herself to be the most important person in her son's life but she had always known that couldn't last, shouldn't last, and that role was now filled by the dark haired man wrapped in a deep red towelling robe sat in her kitchen.
The boiling of the kettle pulled Myra away from watching the men for a moment and, when she turned to look again John Paul was smiling at her. His blue eyes sparkled with life and happiness and Myra couldn't help but return his smile.
Myra McQueen's young son had grown up and he was now an incredible young man that would make any mother proud. He was a strong, confident and happy man that made Myra proud.
The gaze of the two McQueen's fused for a moment, their looks saying all the things that they had never found time to say out loud. Myra's eyes told her son how much she missed him, how much she loved him and how much she wanted him to be happy. John Paul's eyes replied that no matter how old he got he would always need his mother, always love her and that he had never been happier.
Craig's hand on his arm pulled John Paul's attention back to the man beside him and Myra turned to pour boiling water into three mugs. When her son had first come out Myra had been heartbroken. She had seen a life of hardship and prejudice in his future. No matter how hard Myra had tried to "understand" and "accept" her son's life she had never really believed that it would bring him anything but unhappiness.
Myra McQueen had never been more pleased to be proved wrong in her life. As she watched the two men in her kitchen she knew that the love she was witnessing was true and pure and that, no matter what the sexuality involved, her son had found the joy she had always dreamed for him.
"So… how did the wedding go?" Myra asked as she placed two mugs of tea before the men.
"It was… great," John Paul replied with a wide smile.
"Amazing," Craig agreed, his fingers curling around John Paul's and his dark eyes flashing brightly.
"And how did Linda look?" Myra continued as she laid several rashers of bacon in a frying pan.
"Oh she was gorgeous," John Paul enthused, "I've honestly never seen her looking so stunning… she was like… I don't know… like a princess or something." John Paul's grin widened as he spoke, the memories of Linda being only one of the things from the previous evening making him smile.
"Mum… can you leave that?" John Paul asked, flashing a bright smile at Craig before turning his attention to his mother.
"You don't want the bacon burnt," Myra reasoned.
"It doesn't matter… turn it off for a second… please mum… there's something I need to tell you."
Removing the pan from the heat Myra took a deep breath as fear played through her chest. Whenever her children had something they "needed" to tell her it was invariably bad news and she dreaded to think what it was that John Paul had to say. Had she really just been thinking how happy he looked?
"What is it?" Myra asked quietly, wiping her hands nervously on a tea towel.
Getting to his feet John Paul placed an arm around his mother's shoulders, kissing her head softly as he hugged her close.
"I love you mum," John Paul whispered softly into Myra's hair.
"What is it son?" Myra asked, lifting her face to look into her son's perfect blue eyes.
Directing Myra to his seat John Paul bid his mother to sit down. Crouching before her John Paul took his mother's hands and squeezed them tightly as his gazed flicked towards the encouraging smile of Craig.
"Mum… the thing is…" John Paul hesitated as a nervous excitement bubbled through his stomach. Less than half an hour earlier John Paul had been lying with the man of his dreams warm in his arms discussing how and when they should start telling people their news. John Paul had known that it wasn't a secret he would be able to keep from his mother and Craig had readily agreed that the sooner they began telling everyone the sooner they could start making plans. "The thing is…" he repeated. "Yesterday… at the reception… I… I asked Craig to marry me…"
"You and… is that… can you… wow… marry…" The words fell at random from Myra's lips as her gaze took in the features of her son and then turned to see the equally happy face of the man beside her. Marriage was the last thing she had ever expected from John Paul and she couldn't hide her obvious surprise. She also couldn't hide her concern. Marriage and the McQueen's invariably spelt disaster. Myra had already witnessed enough of her daughter's marriages end with bitterness and lies and she dreaded the thought of the same thing happening to her son. "Are you sure about this," Myra asked kindly.
Getting to his feet John Paul moved to stand beside Craig, their hands naturally clasping together as they looked at each other.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," John Paul said simply, his gaze fixed on Craig's face and the love in his eyes sparkling like fireworks.
"His IS my life," Craig said, his words directed at Myra, but his eyes speaking only to John Paul in the silent language that they had always shared.
When John Paul McQueen had been born Myra had wept tears of joy over her tiny son. When he was eight years old Myra had wiped the blood from his knees when an older boy had pushed him cruelly to the ground. And when he was eighteen Myra had held her child, who was almost a man, as he cried heartbroken tears over the loss of Craig Dean.
Myra had only ever wanted happiness for her son, for all of her children, and looking at the two men in her kitchen she knew that John Paul, at least, had found it.
Their marriage might be the once success story the McQueen family could boast, or it might be another disaster to add to the list, either way Myra would be there to support her son, it was the only thing she knew how to do.
Reaching out her arms Myra pulled both men into an embrace. "Congratulations," she breathed into John Paul's hair as she held her son, and her future son-in-law, tightly.
"So, have you told your Jake yet?"
Craig grimaced slightly. As much as Jake had tried, and in some small way succeeded, in accepting his brother's relationship with John Paul telling him about their planned marriage was another thing all together.
"Not yet," Craig admitted, "He's next on the list."
"But after breakfast eh?" John Paul said, grinning at his mother hopefully.
Myra laughed as she returned to the frying pan. Her son was happy. That was all that mattered.
--
"Alright Jake?"
Jake Dean looked up from the pint he was pulling and smiled to see his younger brother standing beside the bar.
"I wondered if you were gonna stop by while you were in town," he said, handing the drink to his customer.
"As if I wouldn't! It's just a shame Steph and Max are away I would have liked to catch up with them too," Craig replied, reaching out to take the hand that the older man offered as he approached.
"John Paul," Jake acknowledged with a smile and a nod as he looked towards the blonde man stood at his brother's side.
"Jake," John Paul responded with a similar gesture.
There was never going to be any genuine friendship between the two men who's only common link was their love for Craig, but John Paul was satisfied with the knowledge that at least there was no longer any animosity.
"You haven't got a minute have you Jake?" Craig asked, casting a glance around the almost empty bar.
"Yeah sure, what's up?"
"Upstairs?"
Jake frowned slightly. There was a strange look in his brother's eyes that he couldn't quite place and it filled him with trepidation.
"I'm going up to the flat," Jake told the unfamiliar man who was serving behind the bar, "Give me a shout if it gets busy."
"Sure thing," the blonde haired man replied.
"He's new," Craig observed as he began to follow his brother through the doorway that lead to the flat above the pub.
"Not really," Jake told him, "Colin's been here a few months…"
"Yeah… I should probably get home more," Craig said quietly as the three men entered the flat. Since moving to Dublin he had hardly visited his family, and the few occasions that he had spent time in the village that had been the home of his youth were few and fleeting.
"I didn't mean it like that," Jake said kindly, his hand resting on his brother's shoulder, "We're all proud of the life you've made for yourself in Ireland." Jake's eyes flickered over to John Paul as he spoke. "Honestly… as long as you're happy that's all that matters…"
"Thanks Jake," Craig replied with a deep smile, his soft brown eyes glowing under his brother's praise.
Although a few years had passed Craig could still remember the stinging hurt of his brother's bitterness when he had first learned of Craig's love for John Paul. The disgust that had burned in the older man's eyes was something Craig had never been able to forget but it was something that had faded in time and it was something Craig no longer saw as he looked at his brother.
"So what's up?" Jake asked with a grin that he cast John Paul's way, "I hope you haven't got my little brother pregnant!"
John Paul laughed softly, not so much at Jake's lame attempt at humour, but more at the fact that the man was making the effort.
Craig looked at his boyfriend for a moment, taking the hand of the man he adored with every fibre of his being and holding it tightly before turning his attention back to his brother.
"Well if he had he'd be doing the honourable thing about it now," Craig said with a bright smile.
"How d'you mean?" Jake asked with a puzzled frown.
"We're getting married."
The statement seemed to hover in the air between the three men for some time and Craig started to wonder if Jake had even heard him.
"You can't," Jake finally said in a voice that was barely a whisper. "I mean how can you… you're both blokes."
"I think you'll find it's legal now Jake," John Paul said, his hold of Craig's hand tightening. They had both been aware that Jake's reaction could go in any direction and, as Jake's eyes flicked between the two younger men it was still uncertain of what his final opinion of the situation would be.
"Married?"
"Yeah," Craig confirmed.
"You two?"
"Us two," John Paul acknowledged.
"Bloody hell!"
--
Craig sipped his tea slowly, the hot liquid burning his tongue as he made a conscious effort not to comment on how much better John Paul's tea making skills were in comparison to those of his brother.
It was both familiar and yet strange to be sat on the sofa in the flat that had been his home for so long. It had been the home that had seen Craig grow into a man and the home that he had left years earlier, uncertain what the future might hold for him.
Whatever he had expected it hadn't been this. He'd never dreamed to be sat here again, drinking tea with the comfort of John Paul's hand resting casually on his knee as they caught up on life in Hollyoaks village.
The conversation had flowed easily after the initial surprise of Craig's announcement and, if Jake's eyes would occasionally look to the hand resting on his brother's knee, at least they didn't fill with disgust. He might never understand the younger men's love but all three of them knew that his acceptance was enough.
"We should really get going," Craig said, getting to his feet and stretching his arms above his head, causing his top to rise up and reveal a small strip of bare flesh that John Paul had to resist touching.
"It's been good to see you," Jake said with a genuine smile as he led the two men to the door.
"Jake," Craig hesitated, a flash of concern filling his eyes. "You will come won't you… to the wedding I mean?"
Jake caught a glimpse of a photograph hanging on a wall and turned his gaze towards it. Craig's eyes followed the path of his brother's, a familiar pain stabbing at his chest as he looked into the face of his mother.
"She would have been so proud of you you know," Jake said with a sad smile. "Her little boy all grown up… you were always her favourite."
Craig shook his head in objection but they both knew it was true. There was no question that Frankie loved all of her children but there had been something about her love for Craig that had run that bit deeper, something that had made her able to hurt him or cherish him that bit more.
"D'you think she'd support this?" Craig asked quietly, his uncertainty given strength by the comfort of John Paul's hand against the small of his back.
"I don't get it Craig," Jake replied, looking at the two men and shaking his head. "I just don't get it… but I've never seen you this happy and I know that's mostly because of John Paul. So yeah, I think mum would support you two getting married… and of course I'll be there… my little brother's wedding? Wouldn't miss it!"
Craig held his brother tightly for a moment, their shared grief over the loss of Frankie had never completely left them, it never would, but Jake was right. Never in his life had Craig been happier.
--
"Craig," John Paul said as they stepped out into the warmth of the late afternoon air, "You OK?"
Craig's deep brown eyes seemed filled with a multitude of emotions and as he blinked slowly a single tear trickled over his cheek.
"I love you," Craig said quietly as John Paul slipped an arm around his shoulders.
"You'd better," John Paul replied with a warm smile, "Cause we're getting married!"
"We really are aren't we?"
"You'd better believe it… it's you and me forever Craig Dean… you're never getting rid of me now!"
"Good, cause I never want to."
--
Craig smiled as he read his latest text message, the fifth one from John Paul that afternoon. Not that there was anything unusual about that, they often exchanged numerous messages throughout the day as the practicalities of their working lives kept them apart for more hours than either of them really liked. But these particular messages all ended the same way, with John Paul's insistence that Craig got to the club on time that night.
When John Paul had first mentioned that he would like Craig's company as he worked that Friday it had seemed a simple innocuous request. But as the week had worn on John Paul's continued reminders had sparked Craig's curiosity. This wasn't John Paul's usual desire for his fiancée's company any more, there was something behind it and it didn't take a genius to figure out what.
"You'd better be leaving the office RIGHT NOW." John Paul's sixth text message read and Craig couldn't hold back the laugh as he hit send on his final email of the day and powered off his computer.
"Already got my coat on… see you soon," Craig replied as he headed for the door.
"So will I see you at the club tonight?" Craig asked as he paused at the doorway.
"Me?" Steve asked with a less than convincing wide-eyed innocence. "Why would I be going to the club?"
"Oh I don't know… I thought maybe John Paul had asked you along…"
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're…" Steve laughed gently. "You've guessed haven't you?"
Leaning against the doorframe Craig nodded. "John Paul's a terrible liar," he said with a smile.
"He just wants to surprise you…"
"I know… and I'll do the surprised thing…"
"Make sure you do… he's put a lot of effort into tonight."
"See you later Steve."
"Don't know what you mean," Steve replied with a wink, "I'll be staying home with a DVD!"
--
Craig smoothed down the front of his shirt with his hands as he stepped from the taxi. His clothing was a simple yet elegant combination of plain black trousers and black shirt, which had been lying, neatly pressed, on the bed when he got home that evening. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing just a hint of his softly tanned skin, while his trousers hugged his hips tightly, showing of the curves of his body to their full advantage.
Standing longer in the shower than originally intended, as the cascade of warm water washed away the stresses of a working week, Craig had arrived at the club late and could see a nervous looking John Paul standing in the doorway.
John Paul's attention was fixed across the road and he hadn't noticed the arrival of the taxi or heard Craig's footsteps as he approached. Following the path of his fiancée's gaze Craig felt a momentary wash of nausea as he looked at the place where he had once held John Paul in his arms, praying to whatever gods might exist not to let him die.
"Sorry I'm late," Craig whispered as he rested his hand lightly on John Paul's shoulder.
The blonde man turned, his brilliant blue eyes shining vibrantly as they took in the appearance of the man before him. His elegance and beauty made John Paul's heart pound as he questioned, and not for the first time, how he had managed to get so very lucky.
"I would complain," John Paul said, brushing a soft kiss against Craig's lips, "But you were worth waiting for…" His fingertips ran lightly over Craig's cheek as John Paul looked at him with a breathless awe. "You've always been worth waiting for…"
Craig smiled, his eyes flickering closed at John Paul's warming touch. His heart was filled with so much love that it was almost painful, but it was a pain he never wanted to stop feeling, not for the rest of his days.
"Come on… let's get inside," John Paul said, reluctantly letting his fingers fall from the softness of Craig's face and instantly seeking the grip of his hand in recompense.
Craig let his eyes dart back to that dreadful spot across the road one last time before allowing himself to be guided into the club. Kneeling on that cold pavement Craig Dean had been given the briefest taste of what life without John Paul might feel like and he knew that it was a life he had no interest in living.
As he walked into the centre of the club Craig couldn't keep the wide smile from his face. One corner had been roped off as a "private" function and several familiar faces were already gathered there. A scattering of silver balloons decorated one wall, each one printed with the words "Love Always" and a banner announcing the engagement of Craig Dean and John Paul McQueen was hung amidst them. Several bottles of champagne stood on a central table and, as Craig and John Paul approached, Adrian popped the cork of the first one to the cheers of their friends.
"John Paul you shouldn't have," Craig said in a voice that cracked with barely contained emotion. He had known that John Paul was planning this party, he had guessed the fact days ago. But actually seeing it there, laid out before him, was something quite different. He hadn't expected just how it would make him feel.
John Paul chewed on his lip for a moment as he wondered if he had made an error of judgement. He knew that Craig didn't like overtly public displays and yet here he was announcing their engagement to the world without even consulting him. John Paul was suddenly aware of the staring eyes of the rest of the nightclubs patrons and he regretted turning down Adrian's offer to close for the night and have the entire place to themselves. It had seemed to generous an offer to close a thriving nightclub on a Friday for the sake of a small private party but now John Paul questioned his rejection of the suggestion.
"This is alright isn't it?" he asked in a soft worried voice.
Craig looked away from the gathering of their friends, who were already passing around the fizzing glasses of champagne, and stared deeply into the rich blue of his lover's eyes.
Craig was vaguely aware that their party was drawing some attention from the rest of the clubbers but he was also aware of just how little he actually cared. He was standing in a room, with the man he loved and a party to celebrate that love, how could anything else ever matter when compared to that?
"It's perfect," Craig said cupping John Paul's face gently, "You're perfect…"
Craig wasn't sure if the wolf whistle came from one of their friends or someone in the club but, as his mouth met John Paul's in a deep loving kiss, he couldn't find an ounce of him that was in the slightest bit concerned.
"I love you Craig Dean," John Paul breathed as he pulled his fiancée close to him, relishing the warmth and closeness of the man's body. "You knew I was doing this didn't you?"
Craig chuckled softly. "I love you too John Paul McQueen, but don't ever try cheating on me," he said with a laugh, "You are terrible at keeping secrets!"