It took some time for them to eventually convince Andrew to leave but as for convincing him to keep his mouth shut, not a hope in hell. Duffy walks into the living room, two mugs in her hands and passes one to Charlie. She was stressed, that much was obvious never mind upset but their was nothing he could do to help. They'd brought this mess on themselves and had to deal with it. Sighing she sits a seat apart from him, not wishing to be taken off track by his closeness.

"What are we going to do?" Her eyes were firmly fixed on her mug instead of him "He won't keep his mouth shut, you know that." Charlie on the other hand kept his eyes locked on her, saddened by her distance.

"He doesn't have any contact details for her, he can hardly phone her." She knew he was trying to convince himself more than her but it wasn't working. They only had one option here.
"Don't kid yourself Charlie. There's the phone book and he has contacts. Word of mouth. Do you really think it won't get back to her if he spreads it around?" He knew she was right but he still felt she was overreacting.

"I know I need to speak to her but we have nothing to feel guilty about. We've done nothing wrong." She laughs, a single laugh that's more of a "Ha!"

"Haven't we?!" She's playing with her fingers, biting her bottom lip in some attempt to keep her emotions in check.

"A small kiss is hardly new to us is it? We haven't even discussed this." That was true but it didn't matter in her eyes she was as bad as that slag of a nurse Andrew was sleeping around with.

"Do we need to? We both knew what we were doing, where we were going. Right now if anyone should have the sense not to cheat it's me."
"I haven't cheated on Baz, we haven't. Don't get me wrong she's going to furious and hurt but it still wasn't cheating.. We didn't do anything." They weren't getting anywhere, sick of going round in circles her hands shoot up exhaustion taking over.

"Regardless of what is and what it's not you need to talk to her before he gets to her." a sudden thought struck her, one he wished hadn't. "Unless of course you don't want anything to happen." His head shot up, not expecting that to come from her lips. Where on earth did she get that idea from? Almost jumping to his feet he ignores the purposely put up barrier she imposed and moves until he is right beside her, taking her hands into his.

"What on earth did you get that idea from? Of course I do! Not going any further than this is killing me." She smiles, relived that she wasn't building herself up for a fall again. Squeezing his hands slightly she rests her hand against his shoulder.

"Then you need to make a trip to see Baz." She hated this, being the "other" woman. How other woman did this all the time was beyond her. The guilt was tearing her apart and she had only kissed him, not more passionately than a friendly kiss too. It didn't matter she wanted more and that was enough to send her guilt chip so to speak into over drive.

By the time the weekend had come around Charlie was at his wife's, asking for a divorce and she had the joy of seeing her ex. What a joyful time they were both having. The kids were upstairs getting ready for a day out with their father. It took a couple of months for Peter to come round and he has by no means forgiven his father but instead was eventually convinced by Duffy to give him a chance. The room was tense, she knew he was going to bring it up and of course he did.
"Where's lover boy?" Rolling her eyes she wished he'd grow up.

"Don't Andrew. It's not like that. He his still with his wife right now." Glancing around he made sure of the kids hadn't crept down before answering, amused slightly.

"So you are telling me you haven't done anything yet?" her voice was a frustrated whisper, keeping her eyes on the stairs.

"Unlike some people we can keep our feelings in control.. And anyway you are the last person I will discuss my sex life with."

Before he could say another word a rush of footsteps could be heard before Megan burst into the room, her arms flying around Andrew and a slightly unimpressed Peter followed. Glancing towards his son he knew that look well, he didn't want to leave.

"What's that face for? It's your turn to pick what we do today." Peter simply shrugs much preferring the sound of staying home with his mum than been dragged out by his dad who would only try too hard and attempt to buy his affection rather than earn it. He even rather spend the day with Charlie who would simply play the playstation with him . But he didn't wish to upset anyone by admitting that, instead he lies. "I'm just tired."

Creasing her face in concern she steps forward to her son, one hand going to his forehead. "You're not feeling sick are you?" His heart leaps, an excuse. Brilliant. Instead of listing off made up symptoms he just nods, rubbing his head hoping his mother would buy it.

"hmm. Maybe you stay home." Jackpot! Staying silent he keeps at his mums side, his father not buying for one second.

"Lisa! It is my weekend!" Rolling her eyes she places an arm around her son, knowing he was at it too but if he didn't want to go she wasn't going to make him.

"He's not feeling well Andrew. Take Megan out and you can have them both next week, providing he's better." By now Megan had lost all interest in this conversation and was pulling at Andrews trouser leg, begging him to go. It was enough to break his attention and before she knew it her youngest was running to the car, having given her a quick kiss and a "See you later."

As soon as the car was out of slight she caught her son flinging himself on the couch, flicking the tv to cartoons. Turning to face him she places her hands on her hips, keeping a small smile on her lips.

"Next time, just warn me you don't want to go. I won't make you.. Then I can come up with a better excuse."

"You knew?!" She couldn't help but laugh at the shocked expression on her sons face.

"Credit me with some sense Peter. I am a nurse. I can spot a chancer a mile away."