This is the next chapter of my Carol/David fiction. I miss these two in EastEnders so much. I think Carol isn't the same without David in fact I think she has gone a little mad as I know I have! Hope you enjoy this chapter. As always please do read and review. Thank you for your continued support.

Amber French Chambers

Carol

As I listened to the doctor talking to Tiffany, relieved tears trickled down my face. From behind me, David gently squeezed my shoulder reassuringly and just by his simple touch brought back the memories from last night...

We watch in silence as the ambulance drives away until we can no longer see its lights in the distance. To distract the kids I ask Whitney to entertain them with a DVD as I just don't know what to say or do. I distract myself by going upstairs and try to aimlessly tidy. As I pass Pat's bedroom door I can see David sat on her bed staring into space with a vacant expression. I stand in the doorway hesitating whether or not I should enter. After much consideration I decide to go and sit next to him and wait for what almost feels like an eternity. He eventually speaks.

'Imagine if mum could see us sat like this now. What do you think she'd say?'

'I don't know, perhaps she'd ask us if we'd like a cuppa'.

'Or maybe how stupid I am about to be.'

'I don't know why I hit Tiff, what if I've made her ill? What if it was my fault?' Tears start to cascade down my cheeks as the enormity of what I have done hits me.

With my question left unanswered he gently catches my lips with his own and just like that my mind is emptied as we sink into a deep and passionate kiss that goes on and on and time stands still as though we are the only two people in the world, all that matters is the here and now. The missing piece of my puzzle has finally been found. Lying with him, caressing him feels so right and I cannot believe I forgot what it felt like. The years between us seem to evaporate and I know my heart is, where it should be and should remain for all the years to come.

As we stood beside Tiff's hospital bed, the dam that had held my emotions back finally broke. I collapsed as all the guilt I had been feeling last night was forgotten as I realised I had not caused Tiff's fit. Discretely I clasped David's hand and he leans in to plant a soft kiss just above my ear. As he pulled away he whispered 'I told you. Perhaps we should celebrate tonight.' I gave no indication that I had heard him, however my lips quirked up in a slight smile which I know he saw. We both tuned back into the conversation when the doctor was talking about the medication Tiff requires to keep her condition under control. It was no use, my thoughts about last night changed to what would happen that night. I couldn't help but feel a cluster of butterflies start in the pit of my stomach that was similar to what I used to feel for him when we were together as kids. I wondered what he had planned. It was stupid he made me feel like a schoolgirl again. I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of the doctor's voice, speaking to Tiff again, telling her he thought she was well enough to go home, but warning her that she needed to eat, drink and sleep regularly to make sure she had no further fits. I released a breath I hadn't even known I had been holding.

We can take her home. She can come home. Everything is going to be okay.