Really short chapter, but it's just a cute one that I wrote in the space of a few minutes that I decided that it would be sweeter if I left it where I did.

Also I'm back to school now after the holidays so this is my way of saying "farewell" to the holidays that have been truthfully really crappy for lack of a better word. It should also mean I'll have more regular updates because for some strange reason I have more time to write when I'm at school mostly because my whole week is planned by three timetables.

Thank you to Lianna-Snow for the review, is this quick enough for you? Also my friend is better but annoyed at the nurses for they left out the fact that she can't go to school until she has a second operation which they never told her about!

"I want out." I say forcefully, standing in the doorway of the small caravan.

The three members inside look up, Holly with a soft smile on her wearing face, Ted with his trademark scowl and little Josie with her long hair tied in two plaits grinning toothlessly from her spot beside her mother where a clown and ballerina doll lay floppy in each of her tiny hands.

"You were told the conditions Patrick." Ted said, sighing with his head balanced on his hand, his fingers massaging the skin beneath them.

"I have the money." I explain.

"No you don't." Ted snorted. "I pay you; I know the financials of everyone here. The Carnival hasn't made 10, 000 in the last few years so there's no way you can have it."

"I have the money." I repeat, "Would you like to see it?"

"Fine, you show me the money and we'll see." He frowned.

"Here." I press a wad of notes on the table before him, tied by one of Teresa's hair-ties.

"How?" Holly asked, looking up at me.

"Are we going to ask how or are you going to let me and Tess go?" I ask.

"Teresa was always allowed to go." She answers.

"What about me?"

"You have the rest of the week to work, on Sunday we'll talk." Ted said, fingering the bills, counting under his breath.

I wanted to argue, I wanted to get out today not wait four days but I shut my mouth and wandered out without a word.

-CL

"Are you okay?" She asked, placing her tiny hand over mine, innocently stroking my cheek with the other.

"I wanted our life to be started by now." I frown, twisting a raven lock around my finger.

"It has, just because we've been trapped here doesn't mean our life hasn't started, I love you Patrick if I'd never come to the circus I never would have met you, I never would have fallen in love with you, I never would have realised just how much you mean to me, or how brilliant you are. I came here to get away from my life, I lost the old Teresa and I became Teresa Jane." She smiles, the pure rawness of her speech and the tears dripping from her pink cheeks makes me hold her tighter and struggle to keep the beads of hot, liquid that are threatening to fall from my blurry eyes.

"I love you too Teresa Jane." I whisper, pressing a series of kisses into the dark sea of her soft hair.

She lifts her head and presses a kiss to my lips, soft and full of promises and hope. Kissing back feels so easy. I let my hand fall from her hair down her neck to wrap around her waist and she uses her hands to cup my cheeks and despite the room being lit by twenty three candles and the heating on full blast her small, pale hands were as cold as always. She pulls away and I watch her watch me, admiring the swollen lips and tousled dark hair I take her back to my own lips, saying things that no words have ever been made to explain.

The couch beneath us creaks as she moves to be on top of me, I feel the tiniest pressure on my chest but other than that I don't recognise her weight upon me. Her lips never leave mine as she dips a freezing hand beneath my shirt, making me shiver for more than the obvious reason. Her hand crawls along my chest, leaving a trail of spots on my skin that feel as if her fingertips still press them, her hand lingers on my chest, flat out and she takes her lips from mine.

I can just see her green eyes for the dark pupils almost cover the whole of the sea-green orbs I wake up to every morning.

I look at her, asking a question only she can hear.

She nods, a curtain of soft hair flowing from behind her ears.

So I pick her up, one hand lifting her the other resting on the back of her head as she wraps her bare legs around my waist and her long arms around my neck and place her like a baby onto the pull out bed beneath the open window.

I stand still, my eyes frozen to her head on the pillow, a fan of midnight surrounding her pale face, freckled skin and rosy cheeks.

"You've never done this before." I state, climbing atop the bed and straddling her.

She shook her head and took out a hand to brush away the blonde curls that are overgrown on my head.

"Me neither." I smile, kissing her freckled nose chuckling as she scrunched it up.

I take my fingers to her neck and stroke the skin all the way to her collarbone where I move it across and unfasten the first button of my shirt that she wears.

"I love you Teresa." I whisper.