Dear Mum,

I'm writing this on Tuesday afternoon; the Tuesday after you and Kate got married. I imagine it will still be Tuesday when you read this. The pair of you have gone out with friends and I'm sat here at home, alone. Granny has just been around to make sure I'm not tearing the house apart and that I've eaten something.

I'm not very good with words. It's true when you say that I portray my emotion on the Rugby pitch rather than through words. What I really want to say is though that I'm sorry. I, Lawrence Elliott, am sorry beyond words for the pain and anguish I have put you through recently. I now so wish I had seen you get married again, with the one person who makes you truly happy. It was a selfish move and one I'll regret for a lifetime.

William as ever put me in my place and let me know what an idiot I have been. He explained why we should all be pleased for you both. Since you and Kate got together I have to admit that I have never seen you so happy and free. It's like there has been a new lease of life set open within you. And I gain another sibling to wind up around the clock.

I really am sorry, Mum.

Yours always,

Lawrence Elliott.

Having settled herself on the bed she waited with the letter in her hands. Caroline entered the room shortly afterwards.

'This was on the bed. It's for you Caroline' she uttered, handing the envelope over to its receiver with the words 'Mum McKenzie-Dawson' on the front in Lawrence's usual scrawl. The headmistress sat on the bed next to her newlywed (and heavily pregnant) wife. She opened the unlicked envelope and slipped the hand-written letter out. She held the paper tentatively with Kate peering over her shoulder. As the blonde woman read through the lines her face freely broke out into a smile. Kate watched her wife, examining her reaction.

'He's full of surprises; that boy of yours' added Kate, kissing Caroline's cheek and placing a hand on the other woman's knee.