Rose stared at the man who stood at her front door, he hadn't changed much.

His hair wasn't as long as it used to be, it now sat nicely on top of his ears, but it still appeared to be golden in every light. His eyes, a deep hazel, ran over her, her heart rate soared, cheeks matching her name. His body appeared to be slimmer, yet more tonned. His face hadn't changed at all everything was the same, his skin, his eyes, his lips. Her head began to spin at her last memory of him.

Neither of them moved, Tom's eyes scanning from her head to her toes. Her eyes were still a sparkling blue, her blonde locks were longer, part way down her back. She was as slim as ever, apart from one particular area. He noted that she was wearing the necklace he had bought her their first Christmas, a delicate silver rose on a thin chain, that had to mean something. Her lips were a lush rosy pink, making him want to kiss her more than ever, he swore he could smell cherries coming from somewhere, making his knees weak at the memory.

"Hey" He said, practically a whisper

"Hey" Her voice was even quieter than his "What are you doing here?"

"Wanted to see you" He paused "Can I come in?"

"Sure" She stepped aside, allowing him to walk through the door.

The moment he stepped in, he could tell that she had tried hard with this place. The walls were deep, warm colours, reds, purples and toffee tones, he could see that the kitchen was a mint green. The doors were stained to be that dark orange colour, two had glass panels, the other was completely wooden, he assumed this lead to her bedroom.

The lounge was a deep red with second hand leather furniture, one sofa, one chair, both had creases etched on to their surfaces. A wooden table sat in the centre of the room, a mug sat at the far end of it. A book, it's pages open, lay beside it, from what Tom could see, it was a frothy romance, she had always been in to those.

He sat on the sofa, the corner furthest away from her book and watched her walk to sit opposite him. She curled up in a ball, just like she used to, arms circling her legs, holding them to her chest.

At first, all they could do was stare at each other, neither could believe that they were sat here, together once more. Apart for so long, but it felt like nothing had changed, they were still them... but of course, so much had changed. Tom's engagement circled both their minds. Rose's heart broke slightly.

Surprisingly, she took the plunge "How have you been?"

Tom ran his finger along the couches old stitching "I've been good..." He took a deep breath, their eyes met "...it's probably too late for this but... I've missed you" He edged towards her slightly. Her body language altered, relaxing slightly, he hoped this was a good sign

"I've missed you too" Her eyes welled up, she prayed he hadn't noticed "...so much. I wanted to contact you, I really did..."

He moved closer, close enough to feel the warmth coming from her body, but not touching her, though he desperately wanted to "That doesn't matter now" He removed one of her hands from around her knees and put his fingers through hers "I'm here, you're here. We're together again..."

"But Tom, you're..."

"I know" He wiped away a tear that had trickled out of her right eye "But I can sort that..."

"Not yet" She sniffed "You have to make the right choice"

He reached for her, she automatically relaxed in to him, her eyes looking up in to his "You've always been the right choice"

She touched his face "You've always been mine too but..." She sighed "Let's take things slow this time"

He nodded "Ok, if that's what you want"

Her head rested above his heart "I just want what's best for you. Make no mistakes"

His lips brushed her head "I won't"

For a moment, there was nothing but silence. This seemed to express how they felt, sat with arms around each other, not daring to let go, out of fear that they may never be like this again. This said the three little words more than anything.

Tom lifted her head and put his forehead on hers, hand on her thigh "Why did your mum throw you out?"

"Does that matter right now?"

"I've been so worried about you these past few years Rose, I want to know what happ..."

Tom didn't finish his sentence as a small voice interrupted, causing both of their heads to turn

"Mummy?"

A little boy in blue pyjamas, with a red electric guitar on the front, stood in the door way. His hair, bright blonde and eyes, a deep hazel. He clutched a blanket in his left hand, and a teddy clutched to his chest.

As Rose went to the little boy, Tom continued to stare. He had just called Rose 'Mummy' , he had to be two or three years old and, the thing that was making him be able to hear his pulse in his ears, he looked just like him, his eyes especially... she didn't have to tell him why she got thrown out now...

Rose held her little boy in her arms as he cuddled up to her. She waddled back and landed on the sofa, further away from Tom this time as he continued to stare at the toddler. He just managed to open his mouth to speak

"I don't think you need to tell me who this is" He swallowed "He looks so like me"

She looked at Tom now, instead of her son "He does. When he opened his eyes for the first time, I was so happy that he had yours. He's always looked like you" She smiled and kissed the little boys head "Never looked like me, have you?" She looked at Tom again "Tom, meet Thomas..." She mouthed the next part "...your son"

Tom stomach clenched as she confirmed it, but he smiled at his name "You named him after me?"

"I never thought I would see you again, so I thought it was a good idea..."

"So do I... but he is going to see me, I'll be here as often as I can... and as often as I can get away with" He put an arm around her shoulders, whispering in her ear "I want to be his Dad"

Rose smiled at him "I'm so glad to hear you say that"