Chapter 1

Jack grunted as he dragged his feet along the path.
"Oh stop moaning." Martha laughed, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the beach. "We're nearly there, and then you can sit down." She compromised. Jack sighed.
"I guess that'll have to do. I should expect no better, you've been using me as your damn donkey all day, a short rest on the beach is luxury compared to carrying your shopping bags around Yabbie Creek." He moaned. Martha laughed.
"You know you love it." She smiled, sticking her tongue out. Jack forced a quick over the top smile, and then resumed to his fed up expression.
"Okay, seen as though I've got the day off tomorrow, we're doing MY thing. Okay?" Jack bargained.
"Not okay." She replied, finally coming to a halt. "Here, now you can rest your feet, you big girl." She laughed. Jack collapsed on the sand, giving out an exaggerated moan as he threw his shoes off and clutched his feet.
"I'm not going to be able to walk again because of you." He grumbled.
"Well you don't have to walk to kiss." Martha smiled, leaning towards Jack. Jack laughed as he leant away.
"I already feel used and abused as it is already." Jack pouted. "You only want me for labour and kisses. You only want my body." He sulked. Martha laughed.
"Why would I want your body," she curled her lip up, "when I can have his!" Martha smiled, pointing over to the surfer walking from the shore.
"What's he got that I haven't?" Jack asked smugly, not expecting an answer.
"Well, for starters he isn't sat moaning and complaining of sore feet. He's strutting his stuff off the beach, the wind blowing in his wet, golden hair, and the sun shining off his toned body. I mean, look at that six-pack! And tho-" Jack pulled her in by the neck, grabbing her and resting her down on the sand as he embraced in a long, passionate kiss. Eventually, he pulled away slowly, staring into her eyes.
"Will you shut up now?" He smiled. Martha laughed.
"Hmm.. I don't know. I might need another kiss…" She smiled cheekily.
"Might you?" Jack laughed, leaning down into another kiss.

Jack and Martha had been dating for about 6 months now since their reunion at Scott and Hayley's farewell party. Life was great for them both. Jack's career was glowing and Martha never failed to have a pleasant shift, but the most important thing to both of them was each other. Their family's meant the world to them, but when they were together something else was created. A whole new emotion and adrenaline runs through their veins. True love. Neither could remember their life without the other and frankly, didn't want to think about it. They only thought about the present and the future, the future that they were sure would include the other. How could it not? Everything they did in their lives seemed to have some effect for their partner. Shift patterns, nights out, nights in, birthdays, celebrations, shopping… the list is endless. They could make it so it didn't affect the other if they wished, but that's not how they wanted it. They wanted to be a part of their partner's life, because they knew their own life would be nothing without it. They were soul mates, best friends and lovers, inseparable, and they knew that it was never going to change.

Jack pulled away suddenly, causing Martha to sink into a state of bewilderment.
"What's the matter?" Martha asked, trying to read Jack's face.
"Why can't I organize tomorrow?" He asked. Martha laughed, pushing him away.
"God, you're slow!" She giggled. "I said that ages ago Jack!" She exclaimed. Jack chuckled.
"It just took a while to register, that's all." He smiled. "Anyway, I might have something really romantic and sweet planned." He said.
"Well, do you?" Martha asked.
"Nope." Jack grinned, laughing.
"See! You'll probably be mean or something."
"Me, mean? It's not like I'll make you follow me around shopping all day, carrying approximately 20 bags in each hand. That'd be cruel." Jack scoffed.
"You are such an exaggerator!" She laughed. "20 bags? More like 2!"
"2? Can you not count Martha? I think you'll find there was 5." He informed her.
"3?" She bargained.
"4 is my final offer." Jack sighed.
"Done." She grinned, pecking him on the cheek as confirmation. Jack gave out a long, disappointed sigh. "What's up now, princess?" Martha asked.
"That was a bit of a disappointment Martha. I'd probably have got better off that surfer dude. Where's he gone?" Jack joked, rolling on his back as he looked to the top of the beach. Martha sighed, leaning back down on the sand and digging her back securely amongst the grains of sand.
"Hey, lets watch the sunset tonight." Martha suggested.
"Well, what if we go out for dinner, the slave's paying of course, and then come sit back down and watch it. We've got some hours yet." He suggested, looking at his watch. Martha smiled, rolling her head to face his.
"Sounds like a plan." She smirked, standing up.
"Where are you going?" Jack asked, confused.
"To get changed." She told him. Jack sat up.
"Why? You look great." He complimented.
"Because I've been out in this all day, and I'd like to get changed into something more… dinner date-ish." She answered. "Awww… will you miss me?" She teased, responding from Jack's disappointed expression.
"No." He said abruptly. "I'm just wondering what I'll do for the next hour without any orders." He said. Martha laughed, leaning down.
"Pick me up in an hour." She said, giving him a kiss. Jack smiled as he watched her walk up the beach, occasionally brushing the hair from her face. He gave a light chuckle, amazed at his own level of love for Martha, and headed home.