I wasn't going to write anymore but after much love and support from BethyBoo97 I decided to update it. I'm not sure where it is going yet so please bare with me and I hope it is still going okay. Thanks for reading so far. :)

Sunrise, the most beautiful sight of a morning. Usually Sandra failed to experience its beauty on a Saturday morning. Sandra woke up blinded by the bright light that reflected back into her eyes, that was odd. She rubbed her eyes with confusion as her fists slid down her face she realised that her cheek felt tacky like dried tears were imprinted on her face. Blinking, last night dawned on her, how she confided in Gerry about her deepest, darkest secret something she thought she would have never do. She smiled clocking Gerry's arm around her shoulder, crikey he looked pretty peaceful when he was asleep. In hindsight her first reaction would have been to jump up, wake Gerry, ask him to leave saying she would she him on Monday and to pretend what she had told him and everything else that had followed had never happened. But for some reason she wasn't going to do that, she had felt safe with him, the safest she had ever felt with another man other than her father, even his safety she had questioned somewhat in recent years finding out about his murky past. Maybe it was the lack of intimacy she had experienced or the lack of sleep but this was the most genuine sign of affection she had experienced. Yawning she decided she didn't have the heart to wake Gerry. Whatever Gerry did last night to make her drop that ice-cold guard she usually put on must have worked like a charm; usually she would have jumped at the chance to wind Gerry Standing up. Was she dreaming or did she actually see him in a different light? Either way she had no intention of getting up just yet.

Gerry sighed as he woke up; the sigh was one of both content and relief that wasn't the comfiest night sleep he had ever had. He wasn't bothered about his night though, he was glad Sandra slept okay he hoped that now she had told somebody about one of the worst points in her life she would sleep better, knowing she wasn't alone. He watched as her eyes blinked one after the other.

"Good morning." She smiled politely.

"Morning Gerry" she replied still groggy from the sleep she had just woken from.

"I bet you never imagined you would be waking up next to me did you, Guv?"

"What?" She pulled herself up so the back was leant on the arm rest of the sofa, running her fingers through her not so neat hair attempting to flatten it a little. "No not really, Christ I must look a mess." She thought out loud remembering she didn't take off her make-up before spilling her heart out to Gerry. He opened his mouth to give her a compliment on how she could carry off the panda eyed look. "Don't even think about it!" She looked at the clock which hung on the wall opposite where she sat, ten to bloody 7, on a typical Saturday she would usually be asleep for at least another 3 hours, still she was up now. "Well I guess there is no point sitting here all day, excuse me Gerald." She gestured to him to get off the sofa so she could go for a shower.

"Why have you got some place to be?"

"You know me Gerry; I've always got someplace to be." She winked at him playfully and wondered down the hall to the bathroom. Gerry laughed to himself, what was it with women being so mysterious especially after being so honest with him. Folding up the blanket it dawned on him, perhaps he was fonder of Sandra than he had anticipated.

20 minutes or so later Sandra reappeared, she was now wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a long black and white spotted top that could be doubled as a top with reapplied make up. "I thought I could smell something burning". She joked as she walked into the kitchen area to find Gerry buttering thick cut toast. "Well seen as that's all you had in it was all I could do. I was going to make you sample my world famous omelette but as I suspected you had no eggs." She took hold of the plate Gerry had shoved under her nose. "Oh yeah? Toast will do just fine, thank you." She took a bite and walked across to the other side of the counter and poured her and Gerry a mug of freshly made coffee. "God Gerry what have you put in this coffee?"

"Why does it not taste nice?"

"It's heavenly possibly the best coffee someone has ever made me."

"It's my secret ingredient" he said tapping his nose with his finger.

"What is it?"

"Maybe one day when you decide to do a food shop I will show you. Anyway speaking of secrets what is it you have planned for today?" Sandra finished her slice of toast and bushed away the crumbs around her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Well my mother's adamant that I visit her this year so I guess I should so that today get it out the way. I don't suppose you would give me a lift to the pub would you, seen as my car is still there?"

"Yeah course, I was wondering Guv, I promised Paula I would have Little Gerry this afternoon, and after would you like to experience some proper cooking?"

"Gerry Standing are you asking me on a date?" He scratched his head and shrugged.

"Well no not as such"

"Gerry, you know that kind of thing is out of the question, last night it was just a one off. Sorry if I have been giving you mixed signals."

"No you haven't Guv, I didn't mean it like that, just seeing you like that yesterday made me realise I should be more of a friend to you." That was possibly the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her.

"Ah cheers Gerry, I never thanked you properly for yesterday."

"You're welcome it was nothing."

"No it wasn't nothing, it was what I really needed." Then it dawned on him today was the 22nd of April, no wonder Sandra was behaving out of character.

"Do you want that lift then?" She nodded, walking over to the coat stand and taking hers and Gerry's coats.

By the time they arrived at the pub car park Sandra felt more reassured about the day that lay ahead of her, thanks to Gerry. Not that she wasn't going to tell him this, yet. He could be so big headed at times.

"Thank you for the lift Gerry, say hi to Paula and little Gerry for me."

"I will do, thank you for the hospitality Sandra, say hello to the mother for me."

She nodded leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. "Thanks again Gerry, see you later."

"Bye Sandra". She got out of his car, fished her keys out of her handbag and unlocked her own car. Gerry reversed out of the car park satisfied she had got into her car okay.

Slamming the car door shut Sandra fired up the ignition. Even though she had carried out this routine every year on the 22nd of April for over thirty years she still had that choked up sensation in her throat. That fear of not being able to get through today. She composed herself together, she had done the hardest thing, telling someone about it and she knew Gerry was only at the other end of the phone if she needed him.