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Chapter 18

'Come on, Caroline, no more. What time have we got to check out?'

'Yes more and the answer to your question is "when I'm finished",' Caroline whispered from under the covers. She prised Kate's legs gently apart for the third time that morning and kissed and caressed her wife's clitoris with her lips.

Kate moaned out loud, not for the first time, as the blonde's tongue worked its magic and took her to the edge.

Caroline reciprocated by letting out a deep seductive sound of her own. She loved the sounds Kate made, they excited and aroused, making her all the more eager to please and make her wife climax.

'Oh God. Caroline, oh my gosh, hmm, oh yes right there. Oh.'

The women cried out simultaneously as they both rode the waves of ecstasy and came loudly.

After 10 minutes of holding one another and promising to make love and satisfy one another for the rest of their lives, the women finally released themselves from each other's arms. Kate showered first as she knew she was better at fighting off Caroline's advances and, of the two of them, more disciplined when it came to getting out of bed and leaving the house.

They drove back to Harrogate listening to Smooth FM as usual on the dab radio in the Jeep. As Adele sang Bob Dylan's 'To make you feel my love' Caroline took Kate's hand. 'This sums up exactly how I feel about you and us. I would do anything for you and will always make you know how much I love you, Kate.'

'The feeling is entirely mutual my precious,' Kate responded after kissing the back of the blonde's hand. And with that they kept a comfortable silence, giving each other the occasional leer or loving glance depending on which song was playing.

Back in Halifax, Celia was feeling anything but loved up and wanted. Alan was away for the night with Harry on some stupid canal boat that they'd been renovating for the past few weeks; Raff and Ellie were staying overnight in a hotel spa that Ellie's mum had bought for them on the cheap from Groupon. As a consequence, and the main reason for her largesse, was so that Calamity could spend her first night with her grandma. That was another source of annoyance for Celia as she couldn't remember the woman's name and what had she done for the baby over the last eighteen months anyway? Why had she suddenly come out of the woodwork with her cheque book and supposed interest in the baby?

Gillian and Robbie were on honeymoon at an all-inclusive resort in Spain. Just as well Celia thought, as between Gillian's drinking and Robbie's appetite they could eat and drink anyone under the table. They would certainly be getting their money's worth.

Even Lawrence didn't need her anymore; he was obsessed with some young girl and on holiday with her, Angus, William and Roxy. She wouldn't have minded but like his mother and brother, Lawrence also had a taste for the exotic; his girlfriend was mixed race, half English half Jamaican. Try as she might Celia couldn't fault her; she was absolutely stunning, tall, clever and understandably brought the best out in him. She hated to admit it but the girl put her in mind of a young Caroline. 'Who would have thought?' she guffawed to herself.

'At this rate I'll be a bloody minority in my own family,' she griped, not for one moment linking her small minded opinions with her current state of loneliness.

She sat at the computer desk in the window, swirling the remnants of a cold cup of tea around and around. Having tended to Gillian's sheep, the neighbouring farmer was just reversing his tractor out of the yard. Alone again. The Lexus was there, with a full tank of petrol. She could – and would - head over to Harrogate so that she was there when Caroline and Kate arrived home. They were always so welcoming even though Celia knew in her heart of hearts that their magnanimity towards her was less than deserved.

Some fifteen hundred odd miles away in Sorrento, Lawrence was also sitting with a drink in his hand. His demeanour was somewhat different to his Grandma's. Sarah had just stepped out of the pool and he couldn't take his eyes of all five foot eight inches of her slender, yet well-endowed, figure. More than a hint of an erection stirred the line of his swimming trunks and he quickly did his best to hide it from her gaze as she walked towards him. At five foot nine inches tall and with broadening shoulders, he silently thanked his parents for both being tall.

'Last day of the holiday, more's the pity.' Lawrence said as he moved another sunbed slightly nearer to his own.

'Just a minute, I'm going to get myself another drink. Where's everyone else? They were all here before I jumped in the pool.'

'It got too hot for them so they've all gone inside to get out of the midday sun. I'll get you a drink. Lemonade with ice I assume.'

Sarah settled down on the sunbed and reapplied her sun cream. She couldn't believe how attentive Lawrence had been. He was not at all the brash, immature lad that her friends had painted him. Yes, she knew his mum was gay and he was honest enough to admit that he didn't treat her as well as he should have but as they grew closer, Lawrence explained that his behaviour was because he was jealous of his mum's new relationship and craved the security of his parents being back together, not because she was gay or Kate not white.

That's what Sarah liked about him, his honesty.

Also a thousand and odd miles away from Halifax, Robbie and Gillian were sunning themselves by the poolside. The newlyweds lounged drunkenly having spent part of the night before at a karaoke bar and the other half having noisy sex in their apartment.

'I could stay here forever,' Gillian remarked.

'No you bloody well couldn't. You'd miss the farm. Also your liver would rot if you stayed here for more than the odd week at a time. I tell you what, Gillian, you certainly put your fair share away. I thought you had sworn off alcohol.'

'Did I buggery! It's all inclusive and I'm not paying good money to stay sober. Anyway, you're not at work now P.C. Plod. Or are you having withdrawal symptoms from hounding poor innocent folk who are just enjoying themselves?'

'Come 'ere you and shut up.' The burly policeman put a hairy arm around his wife's waist and pulled her into a long, hard kiss just the way she liked it.

Within a few hours of being home Harrogate life was back to normal but both women were finding it hard to get out of holiday spirit mode. Caroline promised Kate she'd only be an hour answering various work related emails. 'Botheration! Don't any of these bloody governors have a life?' she said as she took another sip of her second cup of tea. Her mood lifted slightly as she noticed a few were actually messages from distant colleagues wishing her and Kate well.

Upstairs Kate was also going through her emails, personal rather than work related and she was happy to see that the clinic had asked her to come in daily after her next period. 'Yes!' she shrieked. She made her way down to the study where her wife was focussed intently on a document that filled the computer screen.

'Hey you, are you ready to be a mother again?'

Caroline took her glasses off as she looked up from the screen.

'You know I am, Kate. Why are you asking? Oh wait! You've heard from the clinic?'

Kate nodded, smiled and cried all at the same time. Caroline jumped up to hug Kate as a knock came at the side window.

'Celia!' they chanted in unison.