Chapter 8

Jimmy had gone upstairs to check on Diana after the phonecall with Ann. He pushed open the bedroom door and found her sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out of the window. He walked over and took a seat beside her.

"Ann will come around, it just takes time." He said, quietly.

"I don't know Jimmy. She sounded very angry."

"Look, if you want to stop this, us, then I understand."

"What, no. That's the last thing I want. She'll just have to get used to it."

"Are you absolutely sure about this."

"Jimmy, do you love me, honestly."

He couldn't help but smile at her question, wondering how she could ask such a thing. He leaned in and kissed her hard before pulling back.

"Ofcourse I love you."

"Then that's all I need. How much longer do you think the kids will be out for."

"A few more hours I should think, why?"

She gave him a wicked grin as only Diana could and started to undress.

"You are a wicked woman Diana Neal."

"Well I do try, come on, live a little."

He gave in and helped her to remove her dress before sliding into bed with her and praying to god that Molly and Alex didn't come home early.

A few weeks passed and Jimmy was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when Molly came downstairs.

"Dad."

"Ah, morning Moll, you hungry."

"Actually I'm just going out to meet Ellie."

"Oh, I was thinking we all might go out as a family today."

"It's the weekend Dad, we need our downtime, besides I don't think Gran's feeling well."

"What do you mean."

"I just heard her in the bathroom being sick."

"Are you sure." Jimmy asked, worried.

"I'm not deaf Dad."

"Sorry love, okay, you head out. Where's Alex."

"Still sleeping."

"Okay, go, have fun love."

"Bye Dad."

Jimmy watched as Molly left and turned the oven off before making his way upstairs. When he got to the bathroom door, he heard Diana inside and Molly had been right, she was being sick.

"Diana, can I come in." He asked, knocking quielty on the door.

He got no reply from her and decided to enter anyway. When he walked in, he found her hunched over the toilet bowl, she looked up at him and he could see tears in her eyes. He went and knelt down beside her .

"Hey, what's wrong." He asked, putting his arm around her.

"Oh Jimmy, I feel awful."

"Flu."

"I don't know. I can't stop being sick. What the hell are you cooking down there."

"Bacon and eggs."

"Oh god." She said quickly before throwing up again.

Jimmy got up and poured a glass of water and took it back to Diana and made her drink it.

"Maybe we should take you to the Docs, let her check you out."

"It's just one thing after another right now."

"Hey, you'll be okay. Come on, lets get you back to bed for the moment."

"Thank you for taking care of me Jimmy."

"Anything for you." He said, as he kissed her forehead.

To Be Continued…