Peter's POV
I stood on the front porch, I was quite pleased that Patrick returned for Steven's funeral. He'd gone to stay with his son Anthony for awhile.
"Ready?" I turned to see Lauren and Lucy, with both of them at either side of me. The car had arrived, all of us had decided to walk behind him. Like I promised him, one night that I'd always be two steps behind him.
Me and the girls walked behind, with Jane, Dad and Bobby behind us, with Patrick and few others following.
Stacey had returned once again to take care of Little Steven. She told us, that she was planning to stay here for awhile while her house was being refurbished in Essex.
Lauren's POV
After the funeral, Pete seemed quite distant from me.
"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting down beside him on the sofa, that evening.
"Nothing" He said firmly. He was clearly lying.
I sighed.
"What?" He protested.
I sighed again. "Ever since this afternoon, you've been distant from me"
"Lozz, you do realize I've just lost my brother who I havent seen in around 6 months"
"Yeah! I lost my Mum a week ago, did you know it's tougher loosing your Mum than your brother"
I gave him one last glance before storming upstairs.
Peter's POV
I followed Lauren upstairs, I stood in the doorway of our bedroom to find her sitting on the bottom of our bed.
Crying.
I walked in and sat next to her, placing my arm over her shoulder.
"I should never have said what I did, forgive me" I rubbed her shoulder.
She looked at me.
"I know it's been tough but still you shouldnt have been so distant"
"About that babe. I'm sorry, I guess making up for those two years isnt going to be easy?"
"You already have" She smiled before kissing me.