Soooo Sorry – last chapter…Hope you all enjoyed the ride with me. Much much thanks for all your comments on this store. I am working on a new tale….

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Ganged up on

The plans were almost completed.

The wedding was just a few short days away.

Cal was slouched in his couch, feet up on the coffee table, Gill was stretched out beside him, her head on his lap.

"Oi, Foster – it's got to be your turn on the coffee run"

"It most definitely is not!

How long do you think it's going to take you to break that habit?"

"What? Tryin to get you to make your fair share of the drinks – Never"

She giggled and gave him a gentle pinch on his inner thigh.

"Ow, Wot the bloody hell was that for Foster?"

"THAT habit Cal, the dreaded 'Foster' cry"

"Dunno, I can hardly start yellin 'Lightman' can I.

I'll have to invent a pet name….Missus…Woman…Oi you…OW – Christ, that was a bit close to the wedding tackle luv"

Smirking, Gill pulled herself out of her comfortable position and made her way to the kitchen.

"Bout bloody time to…Where be Em tonight?

"Still at Carolines with her other friends working on the last of the Wedding Favours"

Placing two steaming mugs on the table Gill lowered himself back down.


"Are you still happy with all of this Cal? No second thoughts?"

"Errrm, Let me think… Financial s are still holding up, Em's still ecstatic, Zoes has finally calmed down, and the SEX life is FANTASTIC.. so – no I'm still good, or is this your way of tryin to back out?"

"Not a chance Lightman. I love my rings, I am not missing out on 2 weeks in a private luxury chalet in The Bahamas – oh and the wedding cake.. triple chocolate moist sponge with white chocolate filling covered in praline and coffee hearts, then there's the chocolate fountain and my very own orange slushy machine…."

"Scuse me – but do I fit into this little fantasy world you've drifted off into?"

"Of course darling! How would I carry all the bags at the airport when I will be holding the extra layer of cake that I'm taking with us"

"Triffic – Glad you got your priorities straight Foster"

The front door slammed and a whirlwind swept in.

"Hi dad – Hi future mum "

Both Gillian and Cal ginned at Emilys latest greeting name.

"What's that look on your face Em, You had better not have invited anymore of your mates coz we've already exceeded the…"

"Not to the wedding dad, chill out"

"And wot – exactly does 'not to the wedding' mean?"

"Welllll – not to the ceremony….just a couple to the reception"

"Oh GAWD Em…"

"Gill…." big brown eyes pleaded with her new ally.

"Cal, it's only a couple more, there's room at the reception"

With a pained expression on his face and using his best 'hard done by' voice Cal grabbed a cushion and held it protectively over his head.

"I'm being ganged on here"

"Get used to it dad" Emily skipped off up the stairs.

Gill was in the kitchen doing the last of the cups and wiping down when she felt the warm, now familiar feeling of two strong yet tender arms wrap round her from behind.

"So you're definitely here to stay then Ms soon to Lightman?"

"Forever Cal – Get used to it"

The End