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"He says you're all over the country. But I say there's only one you. And if you'll take me I want to do what's right by you."

Chapter Two: I'll tell you later

Peter practically glowed with happiness as he sauntered into his kitchen. He watched from the door as Niamh and Assumpta shifted the many dishes of Chinese around the counters and table, for better access to the favorite ones. Niamh was the first of the two to notice him leaning in the door way. "Well, Father, you're lookin' mighty pleased with yourself there." She wiped her hands on a kitchen towel placed over her shoulder, and leaned across the table with a look of mischief about her, "So, what happened?"

Asumpta snickered in the background, "Oh yes, Father, you can confine in the Garda's wife." Niamh huffed and rolled her eyes but continued to stare down the now ex-priest.

Peter smirked at the two as he held a finger to his lips. "Oh, nothing I can say now. But I promise I'll tell you tomorrow."

Niamh looked him up and down in suspicion. They all stood there for a moment as the woman made up her mind whether to hound the news out of the man or not. Sighing, she looked down and shook her head. "All right, Father." Glancing back up at him she shook her finger at Peter, "But you must keep your word and tell me first thing tomorrow!"

Peter chuckled and held his hands up in mock surrender, "First thing."

Assumpta scoffed as she crossed her arms over her chest. Peter and Niamh glanced over at her. "Oh, Assumpta, don't act so jealous!" Niamh chuckled as she started to shift a dish on the table. "Who knows, if you good tonight I might share with you what Father Clifford here is goin' to tell me tomorrow." Peter ducked his head to hide a snicker while Assumpta quirked a brow at her friend. "What makes you think I'm jealous?"

A snicker slipped out of Peter that he hide with a cough as Niamh smirked knowingly back at her friend. "This conversation we're having now."

Asumpta opened her mouth in protest when Peter interrupted, "Actually, I wanted a word with you, Assumpta."

Niamh whipped her head around and fixed Peter Clifford with a stare. "So you're telling her first?!"

Assumpta smirked in triumph as Peter coughed "No. Well yes. But it involves her, so she has a right to know first." He caught Assumpta's eye and jerked his head to the back door. Asumpta nodded and snuck outside. Niamh heard the door shut and turned around and back on Peter giving him an acussing look. Peter gulped and held his hands up in surrender angain as he inched his way to the backdoor, "Look, I'm sorry Niamh, but I will still be telling you first thing tomorrow!"

Huffing Niamh gave him a soft smile. "Fine, Father. Mind you don't catch cold out there." She nodded towards the door he had already partially open. Peter blinked in confusion; then a gush of wind pelted his back with rain as he took a step backwards.

"Oh, uh, thanks." The last thing he saw before he closed the door was Naimh smirking at him.

"It's freezing out here! This news you've got, had better be a bloody miracle!" Peter turned to a shivering Assumpta hiding from the rain in the too small door step.

Peter grinned down at her and took her hand. "Come on," he murmered as he tugged her into the rain.

"But it's a down pour!" she shrieked as he dragged her farther into the yard.

"You're only getting' a bit damp, it's not like you'll melt out here." He tugged her under the tree in front of the shed. "Besides I'm sure Niamh is now eavesdropping at the door now. Anyway out here and with the noise," he nodded to the rain around them. "no one can be 'particularly nosy'."

Assumpta laughed, "Alright, alright, don't preach at me! Now spit it out before we melt for real!"

Peter fixed his expression to look serious as he lifted her cold fingers to his lips. "I talked to, Father Macanally."

Assumpta stopped grinning and blinked in surprise. "And what did he say?"

Peter swallowed as he strained to hold his grin back. "He says that I am being relieved of my Priest duties and that I should return the clothes. Oh, and I have to find a new place to live." He finished with a grin creeping onto his lips.

Assumpta stood there a moment and blinked at Peter taking in the news before she exclaimed "Peter, that's great!" He laughed as she hugged him "He didn't try and banish you from Ballyk and you don't have anymore, well I don't know what you call them, Priestly duties-"

Peter tugged her hand down to his chest then cupped her left cheek with his right hand. "And most of all: now I can be with you."

Assumpta breathed, "Yes, now you can," as he leaned in closer to her.