Sorry this is so late been very busy. I am still not really sure on this chapter and just want to finish this story and begin on Secret Life again. It has been quite upsetting doing this chapter as yesterday morning my granddad died so sorry if it is really rubbish. Please review so I can make the next chapter better. I made up St. Peters church and do not own any of the characters. Next chapter will be up probably tomorrow morning. It will be the last Chapter too. So enjoy it while it lasts!

Chapter 10:

Sam:

I woke up, looked around the room and then found the alarm clock.

6.16 am appeared on the alarms shiny surface. Is it too early to get some breakfast? No. I need something to eat and drink to stop this horrible headache. Must have been all the drink!

I crept through to the kitchen/lounge where I found Dylan asleep on the sofa. I carefully got some cereal, a bowl and a cup out of the cupboard. I made some coffee and prepared my breakfast. I brought my breakfast to the breakfast bar and started to eat. I had just finished I when Dylan woke up.

"Morning!" Dylan said rather chirpily. He never woke up his happy when we were together. He could even manage a smile today I thought.

"Morning! Did you get enough sleep?" I asked because he did look rather tired. The sofa wasn't the best thing to sleep on. I would know as when we had a bad argument, I would have to sleep on the sofa. I must have had a bad back and neck at least 10 times due to sleeping on that sofa!

"Yes I did," Dylan lied whilst stretching his aching limbs out, " but you don't sound like you did."

" Well… I got enough sleep but I think I drank a bit too much last night. I feel a bit ill now." I sighed feeling really terrible now.

" Oh… well… you need to sort out your brother`s funeral today, you know." He said reminding me of the disasters that happened the day before.

"Yeah I know. I have already sorted out the church, time and date so now I only need to sort out the coffin, invitations and flowers." I stated. It seemed so weird. I had only been to one funeral before which was a cousin`s when I was about 11. I didn't even know what you needed at a funeral. The booklets that I was given by the undertakers helped a bit but it all seemed a bit boring and basic. I wanted it to be special but the cost was a bit of a worry. I never realized how much it cost for a coffin. It was outrageously over priced and it would be one thing that I would never show Dylan, as he would die at the things I had chosen. They were the most expensive but I just wanted the best for my brother.

"Do you need any help with the arrangements?"

"But yesterday you said that you…"

"Just ignore what I said yesterday. I was having a bad day. That's all." He muttered.

"Ok then. Can you help me with it all because I really don't know a thing about funerals." I admitted. Is it a bad thing not knowing about funerals or a good thing because you haven't been to many? I am not quite sure?

"Ok then. But first we need to get dressed." He said, " You can go first."

"Thanks I need a shower after last nights soaking!" I laughed. Dylan had a weak smile on his face. At least he was amused by my failed attempt of a joke.

I walked into his bedroom again. His scent filling my nostrils like a drug that I was addicted to. I realized something… I had no clothes! I couldn't wear my clothes from last night because they were hanging on the radiator-dripping wet.

"Do you have any clothes I could borrow?" I asked.

"Ummmmm… What kind of clothes do you want?" I said sounding rather nervous. I wasn't asking if he had gun, just if I could borrow some clothes.

"Just a shirt and some kind of trousers." I said as he walked into his room and opened the wardrobe. He pulled out the smallest shirt he had and passed it to me. I put it on over my underwear. It was massive on me. I looked like I was wearing Santa`s clothes.

"Does it fit?" He shouted. He I could tell he didn't want to turn around and look for him self because I was only wearing my underwear underneath the large shirt.

"No it's… a bit… big." I admitted. He turned around and saw the large shirt on me. He laughed. It was way to long covering my bum and the width was huge.

"You could fit another person in their with you," He started making me laugh. " Go and have a shower and I will go and get you your clothes from your flat if you want.

"Yeah, that would be nice. Thanks." I agreed.

"Do you have any preference to what you want or not?" Dylan suggested. I really didn't know what I wanted to wear. I needed something for the funeral as well. I knew that Dylan would not be able to chose something for me to wear but I would just have to cope with going to a funeral in flip flops and a bikini!

"No just sling a few top and jogging bottoms or jeans in. For tomorrow can you just get me something black please?

" K see you in a bit then." Dylan then walked out and left me alone in this house.

Dylan:

Sam`s house. Why did I even suggest going to her flat and picking up some clothes. I didn't even know what she wanted or liked. I arrived at her flat and went up the 6 flights of stairs. When I reached her flat I used the keys that she gave me to open the door. I walked into what I would have called hell. The wallpaper was falling off the walls, the floor looked like it must have been 10 years old, there was nothing personal about Sam`s living space and there was mold on the ceiling. The only thing in the room was a few cupboards. I walked into her bedroom. It was very Sam. A large bed was in the middle of the room with a bedside table with a few possessions and pictures on it and a wardrobe. Plan and Simple just like Sam. I opened the wardrobe. I found a bikini, 3 pairs of underwear, a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a pair of gloves all shoved at the bottom of the wardrobe. I pulled out 3 pair of jeans, 3 vest tops, 3 pairs of pants, 2 bras, 3 pairs of socks, a black dress, 2 pairs of trainers and a black pair of high heels. I thought it was a good choice of clothing.

I walked out of the living hellhole and back into normal life. I would never believe that Sam would live there. Why did she never tell me that her living conditions were so bad? We are still married.

Sam:

When Dylan arrived after the 30-minute pick up of clothes, for once he had chosen something suitable. He had picked up some casual wear and then a dress for the funeral.

"Thanks. You chose better this time!" I approved knowing that he would snap back after that comment.

"I thought my choice of clothing for our honeymoon was alright. At least we had enough clothes for the whole holiday." He argued.

"We went to South Africa and you packed me tracksuit bottoms and jeans! I nearly boiled to death out there! I only cooled down once you agreed to buy me some more clothes whilst out there!" I angry argued back. I only let him pack because I didn't have any time to. He asked me to marry him on the Monday and the ceremony was on the Wednesday at the church. We only managed to squeeze the wedding around my lunch break, then I was back to work for the afternoon and we had to be at the airport for 8 so he had to pack for me. The wedding was done in such a short amount of time and was shocked when Dylan had arranged it all months before proposing to me. What if I had said no!

"Well at least you didn't boil to death then. That would have been bad. I could imagine the newspaper articles, "Bride died on honeymoon after being boiled to death by husband`s clothing choices!"" We laughed. In the end I had gave my self a stomachache for laughing so much. I wish our marriage were like this all the time.

After all the laugher I decided to get in the shower. I felt a lot better afterwards and looked a lot better too.

"You look much better now." Dylan admitted, "We should get on with the funeral arrangements now." Dylan reminded me.

Dylan:

"Come n Sam… You have to invite some of your family to the funeral. They will want to say goodbye to Mark." These words reminded me of 5 years earlier when I had said the exact same words to Sam about our wedding. After 3 hours of organizing the funeral, we had come to a point of disagreement.

"But…"

"Sam you have to and you know it. Its not fair on them." I claimed hoping that she would listen to me and do what I said.

"Ok the… I will… but only because you forced me into it." She complained like a little baby not wanting to do what I told her to do.

Sam wrote down a list of people she thought would want to go and worked down the list, phoning each one.

"Hi, its Sam Nicholls. I`m sorry to say but my brother, Mark died yesterday." There was a long silence then a few sniffles from Sam as she tried to contain the tears that threatened to fall., " The funeral is tomorrow at 12.30… It is at St Peters church, Holby and afterwards there will be a wake at the Dragon`s arms… Holby." Some more silence occurred in the phone calls at this point to making me wonder what they could be saying, " K will see you tomorrow, bye."

After 40 agonizingly long minutes all the people were phoned and everything was arranged.

"Done! Thank goodness." Sam sighed looking much tired than she had 3 hours earlier.

"Come on lets go to bed. You need an early night as you are going to have a long day ahead of you tomorrow." We the looked at each other. Silence.

"Come on we can share, I don't bite! We can do top and tail if you are really that bothered by sleeping in the same bed!" Sam babbled.

"Yeah ok and I don't mind sleeping normally. Your still my wife and I can`t pretend we have never slept together." I claimed.

We walked into the bedroom. We both got changed out of our clothes but stayed I our underwear. Sam picked up the shirt from earlier and put it on. I laughed aloud thinking it looked rather funny on her compared to how it looked on me. She smirked. It felt like old times, like nothing had changed. There was nothing awkward about us sleeping in the same bed in only our underwear and a shirt. I realized how much I missed her when we were lying in the bed together.