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No matter how hard you try, there are some things you can't change

The warmness emanating from the body hidden in his arms, soft breath on the crook of his neck, delicate material under his right cheek and familiar smell of green tea shampoo made him smile with bliss and want to stay like that forever. He even didn't has to open his eyes and look at the small calendar on the night cabinet to know what day it is. The warm body sleeping peacefully next to him was enough for him to know the answer.

Sunday.

Sunday morning, to be precise, which should be enough explanation why he was still lying in bed, instead of being on his way to work. He could stay in bed for all day and relaxing, not bother to go around crime scenes, searching for a missing teenage girls, dealing with family and other stuffs which he was sure would appear if he only leaves the bed. He knew no one would be enough brave to ruin his peace and he could do whatever he wants…And nothing and no one would have nothing against it…

In other words, he loves Sundays, and Sunday loves him also.

'You again drank too much coffee? You're staring at the ceiling from good few minutes.' He frowned a bit, realizing that his other half was right. He was already fully awake and staring at the white wall, smiling like an idiot.

'I just enjoy the Sunday morning.' He replied softly and turned his head to might look at his lover. He gently touched his lover's face as bright, azure eyes staring back at him with amuse and warmness. 'You know, it's a free day.'

'It's day like day, Craig.' He smiled slightly.

'It's not.' He disagreed, couldn't believe John Paul could say something like that. It was sacrilege! 'It's the only day in week, when can I relax and don't bother about anything.' He grinned.

'It WAS your day of doing nothing, Craig Dean.' John Paul corrected him and kissed on the lips. 'Anyway, good morning, love.'

'What you mean by it was?' He frowned, didn't like the sound of that.

'Well, you know we have a lot of things to do, and like you noticed Sunday it's the only day when you and me have a day off…'

'We have something to deal with on Sunday?' He asked, irate. 'Like what, John Paul?'

'Like receive a new couch.' He replied lightly. 'It's waiting for us almost week now. We can't wait any longer, Craig.'

'What? John Paul, it's Sunday.' He retorted, giving him a long, knowingly look. 'Sunday.'

'Some people working on Sunday, Craig.' John Paul continued, unmoved. 'And we're so lucky that the shop is open on Sundays, so we can get our couch this morning.'

'It's still early. Can't we do it, later? After the lunch?' He growled and made a puppy eyes to his lover. 'You know, I hate shopping. Especially on Sundays.'

'No, babe, we have other things to do.'

'It means, I'm not going to lay in bed?' Craig staring at him shocked. 'Even for five minutes?' The long look was the only answer he got. 'What else we have to do, today?' He snapped. 'It's Sunday! Why we couldn't do it, yesterday? I was off from three o'clock and was sitting on my ass watching stupid quiz in TV, cause I didn't have nothing more to do.'

'We need to visit Darren. I'm sure he'd be happy to see his brother coming over to see how's he doing. Especially if it Sunday.'

'Oh, please. I'm sure he wants to be alone with Hannah. They have a lot of things to discuss.'

'I don't think so, Craig.' He disagreed and sent him a funny look. 'And let me say it straight. If we don't go to Darren, then we're going to my mum for a family dinner.'

'Look, I like your mum, John Paul, I really do… But not enough to spend with her all Sunday.' Craig said quickly, giving him another long look. 'I bet Darren would kicks us out after one hour.'

'Well, we find it out very quickly, won't we?' He smirked. 'Now, get up, babe. We can't lie in bed for whole day.'

'Where did you hear we can't?' He cocked his eyebrow. 'I can.' He said firmly and covered his head with quilt.

'Fine, you can stay here until I fix something for breakfast.' He rolled his eyes and with lightly jump, raised up from the bed. 'But not longer.'

'You're worse than my mother.' He growled under the thin material. 'You don't have heart, John Paul.'

'Ah, and don't forget to change the sand in the cuvette. It's your cat. Your little baby as you like to call him.'

'Why are you so heartless for me?' He asked him as he popped his head up.

'I'm just preparing you for adults life, Craig.' He grinned slightly. 'If we really think about having kids in future, you can forget about lying in bed to the noon. We'll have to change our habits.'

'Again?' He rolled his eyes. 'I already did it, what else you want from me?'

'Be in good mood.' John Paul sent him a kiss before he marched out toward the kitchen.

'It's too late for that!' He shouted after him and sighed heavily as he again fixed his eyes at the ceiling. Yes, Craig always loved Sundays, but now he realized that maybe Sundays don't like him. 'At least cook something good for me!'

'Hello there.' Spike jerked his head up as familiar drawl came to his ears. 'How's your face? Still hurts?' Teddy asked with warm smile and sat next to him, on the wooden bench hidden under oak.

'It's okay.' He replied reluctantly, aware of the body pressing at his right side when Teddy decided to spread his arms over the back of bench. He moved out from him on the safe distance and almost curl into ball, not sure of man's intentions. It could be another new game played by nurses; wanting him to trust the new one, feel comfortable around him, and then one day they'd catch him off the guard and make something nasty to him. He still wasn't sure if he already paid enough for the thing with his mobile phone, he could expect everything.

'Are you afraid of me?' He flinched as Teddy suddenly broke the silence and looked him in the eye as he shifted a bit toward him. He felt goosebumps when his warm, rough fingertips touched his forearm. 'You look scared.'

'I'm not.' He protested, but he had to say it too quickly, because the man smiled softly and watched him amused. 'I'm fine.' He added quieter and looked down at his hands.

'So, would you like to tell me what is all about?' Spike sighed irate, feeling that this guy won't give up so quickly. 'Why did you fight with your roommate?'

'Not your business.' He replied coldly, his eyes fixed at two nurses walking along the south wall of the building and watching them both intently. 'I don't befriend with nurses.'

'He offended you with something?' He continued, dauntless, and smiled softly as he noticed the nurses also, and waved a hand to him. 'He made a move on you? They're not gonna approach you while I'm here. It's doctor Ferrer's order. She doesn't want you to provoke the staff.' He said lightly, patiently waiting for his reaction, which came very quickly.

'Me?' He scowled and frowned as he turned around with whole body to face the nurse. 'So it was me who did this?' He asked in harsh whisper and without thinking pointed at his low lip. 'So now, I'm going to be a masochist?'

'Ah, so that's the reason why are you so upset and in guard all the time, gorgeous.' He watched him softly. 'I'm here to help you in therapy, not hurt you.' There was a firmness and honest in his voice and Spike was almost able to believe him, but still…Does he really could believe him?

'Don't call me like that.' He replied shortly, feeling even more uncomfortable with Teddy being so close to him. He could feel the heat emanating from older man and smells his aftershave, making him feel dizzy and lost. I'm for too long away from people, he stated and nervously licked his lips.

'I only stated the truth, so your lover shouldn't have nothing against it. I'm sure he'd agree with me.' Teddy flashed him a grin.

'How the hell you know, I'm into men?' He asked sharply, eyeing him up unfriendly. He couldn't trust anyone. Even Teddy was against him.

'I have my sources.' He replied calmly, his face even didn't flinch, surprising Spike.

'What sources?' He almost barked at him. 'Even doctor Ferrer doesn't know about me and Darren.' The bastard, trying to play a friend, but in the end it turned out he was the same worthless as the rest of nurses.

'I didn't know that either, until you tell me his name.' He smirked amused. 'Someone has too long tongue, eh?' Spike cursed himself in mind. 'I'm taking it's not any big love story, seeing you don't want anyone know about him.' He stated.

'I don't care what you think, just leave me alone. I don't know you.'

'Theodore Bell, from four years living on Charlotte Street 10. Single. My mother lives in Ireland, in the small cottage, along with my younger brother and his wife and three kids. I don't have any animals, but…' Spike lifted his head with a slight smile, to stop him.

'I think I get it.'

'I know it'd be easier if we grab something to eat or meet in town to know better each other, but for now it's not impossible I'm afraid. And you have to believe my words…Or ask friend to check me. You're a copper, aren't you?'

'I was.' He replied reluctantly. 'And I don't want to talk about that.'

'Okay.' He agreed, for once didn't push on him. Spike couldn't help, but smile softly as man watched him from half closed eyes, small smirk played on his face.

'What are you doing in place like this?' He asked seriously, slowly falling under Teddy's spell. There was something about him, making Spike want know more about him. Or maybe he was so lonely, he was thirsty of any contact with other human. 'I'm sure you can get a work whatever you want.'

'Ah, that's not that simple as you think, my friend.' He sighed. 'There's a few reasons why I chose this place.'

'Like what?' He asked with curious.

'I felt lonely.' He shrugged. 'Anyway, that's the story for another day.' He jumped out off the bench full of the energy and winked to Spike. 'Now, I can't spend with you all day regardless of how much I'd want it, but need to take care about other patients and take a look around TV room. Yesterday there was some problem in it.' Spike couldn't help but watched how man stretched himself out like he was some big cat, noticing he was very handsome and quite muscular as for the man who was almost the same skinny as Craig.

'But you didn't answer for my question.'

'Next time, gorgeous. Next time.' He smirked and shoved hands into his white trousers as he slowly and with grace walked out toward the building.

'Sure.' Spike mumbled to himself and looked down at his hands as he felt other nurses harsh gazes on himself.

New set of snacks and cold soft drinks appeared on the table when Hannah returned from the kitchen with perfect smile on her face. Craig politely accepted the drink and secretly glanced at his wristwatch when John Paul was busy chatting with Darren about some trivial things. He almost growl as he understood they were already sitting there from three hours if not longer and it looked like the visit isn't going to end soon seeing like Darren suggested they can play cards. It was the last thing he'd like to do, but seeing how Darren was pleasant with their visit, he decided to play along, and keep the poker face.

'Everything's fine, Craig?' Hannah asked politely as with some troubles because of her more prominent than the last time he has seen her belly, she sat down on the chair and tried to slip under the table. 'You're very quiet.'

'I'm just tired a bit.' He replied evasively and picked up his glass. 'Don't pay attention to me.'

'It doesn't sound like you.' Darren noted, his eyes fixed at his stepbrother with curios as he start handing out cards. 'Maybe you have some plans for today and you want to go back? We don't want you both to keep here if you have something to do.'

'Well, to be honest…' He even didn't has chance to finish, when John Paul came into his word.

'We thought about going to church, but we're having such a good fun with you, I believe nothing wrong happens if we miss one mass.' He smiled gently, although Craig could tell it was faked.

'Since when you're walking to church?' Darren cocked his eyebrow, still not taking his eyes from Craig who slowly became very nervous under his stare. 'You always were making a hell on Sundays when Frankie was dragging us out of beds. you never liked churchs.'

'I'm a very religious man, so he doesn't has choice like going to church with me.' John Paul lied without blink.

'Well, that's nice of him, isn't it?' Hannah stated with a sweet smile. 'Normally Craig doesn't do too much for others. At least he tries to be in good terms with his partner from work.'

'Oh how kind of you.' Craig said through the teeth and forced himself to smile slightly to her. He didn't want to upset Darren or John Paul, but if she kept going with her comments about him, he's gonna to lose his temper sooner or later.

'Anyway, I'm happy you visit us. It's always good to be around family...and friends.' Darren chimed in, trying to calm the situation.

'Yes, it is.' Craig agreed and licked his low lip. 'So, when we're in the theme, do you already know when new member of family is going to honor us with its presence?' He ignored John Paul's harsh look and smirked to Darren who winced slightly.

'In beginning of September.' Hannah replied proudly and stroked her belly with a wide smile.

'That's very soon. Did you already set up the date of your wedding?' He bite down on his lip when John Paul kicked him painfully on the ankle.

'Twenty May.' Hannah replied again and glanced at Darren suddenly pale on the face. 'Soon I'd be Mrs. Osborne.'

'Well, that's lovely.' John Paul stated carefully. 'So who starts the game?' He tried to change the subject, but Craig didn't let him.

'Why are you not telling anything, Darren? You're not happy?'

'I think you know how I feel.' He retorted firmly, eyeing him up unfriendly. 'I'm gonna be a dad, soon. Why should I not be happy?' He hated him for this. He didn't has rights to ask him for that and pretend he cares about him and Hannah.

'Can you focus on the game, Craig?' John Paul asked him harshly.

'Sure. I just wonder why Darren doesn't talk too much about the weeding and baby. He unwisely can hurt Hannah.' He said with innocent face.

'Darren never talked about his personal life, so why suddenly he'd like to do it?' John Paul asked, a step from hitting him on the head.

'I don't feel hurt or anything like that.' Hannah chimed in. 'Darren just respect his privacy and I think he's right. I informed only my family and friends.'

'It's not our business.' John Paul said with a slight smile.

'But it's a little strange they don't want to share the good news with anyone.'

'It's not like you shout about your private life, either.' Darren stated quietly, anger written over his face. 'You don't say anyone yet that after the years of absence you fuck someone else than your own shadow.' He said bluntly, Craig's eyes widened in shock.

'Darren, don't use this language in home.' Hannah scowled at him.

'Well? What would you say for that, Mr. I know everything better, eh? Why don't you say loud you're in decent relationship with someone who loves you and accept you? I'm surprised you found someone who wants you.'

'You're in relationship?' Hannah stared at him surprised. 'Whose that lucky girl?' She asked ironically.

'Exactly, Craig.' Darren smirked at him and crossed arms against chest. Craig didn't know what to say. Even if he wants to say loud he's in relationship with John Paul and loves him, he couldn't do it since Hannah was in the room and knowing her big mouth she'd immediately share her revelation with Susan, and that's a very short way to his mother. No, he didn't want her to find about it in that way.

'I don't need to make any confesses to you.' Craig snapped back and downed his drink. 'You're not suppose to interfere into mine private life.'

'So stop interfering into mine.' Darren scowled. 'I think we're both adults enough to make own decisions and lead the life how we want it.'

'And with that I think we can end this discussion.' John Paul said firmly. 'Hannah, love, do you have more crisps? They're delicious.'

'Yes, sure. I'll bring them for you.' She offered.

'No, stay here. I'll go for them.' Darren quickly stood up and marched toward the kitchen, before Hannah had a chance to stand up.

'You're proud of yourself?' John Paul asked him in a harsh whisper. 'Better focus on your own life, instead of dictate someone else how he should lead his life.'

'Darren recently has many things on the head, that's why he's so irritable.' Hannah smiled nervously.

'You don't have to apologize for him, Hannah. I understand it. Recently me and Craig have a tough time also.' John Paul smiled slightly and tensed a bit, when Craig stood up. 'Where are you going?'

'To see what takes him so long.' He replied shortly.

'Craig, sit down and stop making a scene…' But his boyfriend already headed off, didn't listen to him. 'Thanks for listen.' He snapped and shook his head.

'You two behave like an old married couple.' Hannah giggled. 'Always together like you share a hip and behave like you're together.'

'Well, I think we're quite like a married couple.' He said quietly and took a sip of his drink. 'It does matter you, if we will?'

'No, I already get used to Craig and his habits. Anyway you're too good and nice to be with someone like him. I'm surprised that he found at least one person who wants to be with him.' She rolled her eyes amused.

'Funny thing, not only you said that.' He smirked. 'A lot of people think the same.'

'It's because Craig is a special case.' She smiled.

'Yea.' He nodded slightly his head. 'So, did you already know if you're going to have a girl or boy?'

It wasn't the peak of his dreams to spend his free Sunday with Fred, William and Moore instead of go out in town with a nice girl from the flat above him, but still they had a great fun together. It was Fred's idea to take a trip on the outskirts of the city and found some nice empty glade, so they could play soccer or just make a picnic. We need to integrate with a new ones. We don't want them feel unwelcome, right? Fred stated as they had been packing the last items to the trunk and Charlie agreed with him. It was only one Sunday, not big deal. And still they could talk about the case in the breaks between match. Men should stick together.

'Why are you sitting here alone?' He tear his eyes off from giggling Fred and Moore preparing a lunch, so he could looked at William standing above him with always smoothly combed blonde hair and small, a little shy, smile.

'I'm exhausted after the match, and it's too hot to do anything right now.' He replied and too stress his words, he stripped off of his white t-shirt so now he was only sitting in the shorts. 'I need to relax a bit.'

'Can I?' He motioned lightly on the free space of grass on Charlie's left.

'Sure. Don't need to ask.' He smirked and tilted a bit, so William has more place for himself.

'It was a good match.'

'Yea, it was.' He nodded slightly his head in agreement and watched amused Fred trying to do a hearth, although with his skills he was far away from reach it. 'Anyway, I didn't know you're such a good player. You're quite skinny, maybe not the same as Craig, but still…You're training something?' He asked with curious as he looked over William's orange t-shirt under which he could notice some muscles.

'Jogging and boxing a bit.' He replied with a slight smile, when Charlie chuckled at him and stared at him with wide eyes.

'You're boxing? You have to kidding me. Willy, you're a disaster in work, how it comes you don't hurt himself or anyone else in the boxing ring?'

'I'm fine, thanks.' He rolled his eyes trying to keep a poker face, although still he was little offended and hurt by his colleague's words. So, that's how they're seeing him in work? As a disaster? Well he expected to hear something more sympathetic, but at least he knew they don't ignore him. 'Was detective Thomson complaining at me?'

'Bridget? No way.' He shook his head. 'Bridget likes everyone, even Craig. She's a decent girl, but a bit too motherly for me...Anyway, I heard she already found someone.' He chuckled.

'Oh, really? At the station?' He raised his eyebrow questioningly. No, that he cared about her personal life, but he'd be surprise if she really is meeting someone and after spending hours with her, he hadn't notice anything.

'I mean this freaky guy. You know, the one Tomb Raider arrested.' He grinned.

'Ah, Mr. Tobey.' He smiled slightly. 'You really think they have a thing to each other? I would say she's quite annoyed with him and run away every time he's near.'

'Ah, that's how women act when they're interested in someone.' He said with expert tone, but William wasn't convinced. 'Ah, just look at them. They would make a funny and witty couple.'

'I don't think so.' He stated skeptically and scratched his head. 'She doesn't like him. I can tell you that by the way she's talking about him.'

'Well, maybe you're right, but still I would shipping her with him. She won't find more ideal partner for herself than him.' He chuckled. 'I'm expert in this.'

'And you? Do you have any girlfriend?'

'I'm between women.' He replied evasively, making William grin slightly. 'But I'm not in any serious relationship. What about you?'

'Still searching.' He shrugged with a smile.

'Ah, searching for the only one?' He grinned knowingly. 'Well, I don't want to disappoint you, Willy, but women like this one doesn't exist. In the end all of them turning out from the princess into always complaining witches.'

'Aren't you a little too harsh? I wouldn't say detective Thomson is a witch.'

'Cause you didn't work with her long enough to find her second nature.' He replied and chuckled. 'You think Moore has a girlfriend?'

'I don't have any idea, but I know Svetlana has a crush on detective McQueen. She's babbling about him all the time and blushing when he says something to her or pass by her.' He grinned.

'No!' Charlie shouted shocked and turned his all body toward William. 'Tomb Raider is hitting on John Paul? Well, he has a quite fiery character so it could work, but I don't think John Paul would be interested with her.'

'Why not? She's pretty and a good copper. And she's funny when she's talking her broken English. It's because she's a Russian?'

'Nah, I just think she's not his type. Not at all.' He shrugged. 'But you or Moore could try with her.' He smirked.

'I'm not interested with her. Why you or Fred would take a chance since you both claiming she's hot and you wouldn't mind to have a girlfriend like her.'

'Fred is engaged from three years and thinks it's the right time to finally settle down with his missus for good, and me…I don't want to engage in romance with someone from my department. And from the station.'

'Why not? You're afraid you both would compete in work, or what?' He asked curious.

'Last year I was meeting with a cute girl from our station and since I broke up with her, let say I'm not very welcome in her department, or be even in the same wing of the building as her.' He sighed. 'You see, it can really complicate your work.'

'I believe it can.' He smiled sympathetically.

'Oy, ladies, quit your gossips and move your asses to help us with a lunch!' Fred shouted at them as he and Moore with big grins on faces finally light a campfire.

'Who are you calling a lady, eh?' Charlie shouted back offended and stood up with hands on the hips.

'If you already finished backbite the entire department, we wouldn't mind if you give us a hand. I'm not a cooker and Moore either.'

'I'm coming!' Charlie growled and bended in half to picked up his t-shirt from the ground. 'I don't know what Lucy sees in him. He even can't boil the water.' He rolled his eyes and with a small smirk turned his head back to see William still sitting on the grass.

'To be honest I'm a good cooker.'

'Oh, really?' He chuckled, but his laugh quickly died on his lips as he noticed something disturbing. He quickly straightened up and in one move wore the t-shirt.

'Something wrong?' William asked, confused with his sudden, strange behavior.

'I'm fine. Just get cold.' He lied and quickly walked down the small hill so he could joined the circle around the campfire and grabbed the first thing which fall into his hands.

'We already light a campfire if you don't notice.' Fred gave him a funny look as he took back a lighter from his hands. 'Everything's fine, Charlie? You look nervous.'

'I'm okay!' He almost scowled at him, making both men looked at him with surprise and confuse. 'I'm just hungry.'

'William said something to you?' Moore asked unsurely.

'No. Just leave it.' He snapped and grabbed some tin.

'Can we talk?' Fred whispered into his ear.

'Later.' He mumbled in response and with irate stared at his best friend smiling to him sympathetically. Men have to stick together. Yea, right, stick together. Especially if one of them is checking you out!

On tiptoes Craig entered the kitchen and rubbed the back of his neck as he spotted Darren kneeling down on the floor and collected the remains of broken plate. He wanted to say something, maybe even apologize him for attacking him during the play, but when he only opened his mouth, he registered disturbing sound. He immediately stopped on the track and watched how Darren hid face in arms and another, louder sob left his mouth, body shook violently. Craig wasn't sure if he could feel even worse than right now. His stepbrother was crying on the kitchen floor in hands keeping the remains of some dish, because of him.

He didn't want to upset him. He just wanted him to understand that he needs to tighten his teeth, marry Hannah and be an exemplary father for his unborn child. The thing with Spike wasn't nothing serious. He knew Darren pretty well and knows he'd never go after any men. It happened because of his fight with Hannah and her arduous parents still pushing on Darren and showing all the time he's not worth their daughter, like she was some fucking princess. They just need to talk and relax and Darren starts sharing his good news with everyone, before they start suspect something isn't alright. The last thing he and Darren need is being the number one of the topic of gossips.

He quietly turned back and moved his steps toward bathroom, not sure what to say to Darren to not upset him even more. He didn't remember when the last time he had seen Darren not pouring tears from his eyes and throwing some sneaky remarks to him. He missed him, and the old times when everything looked easier.

He closed the door behind himself and removed mobile phone from the pocket, before he dialed a number and patiently wait for a signal.

'I don't believe my son finally recalled himself about his old mother.' Craig rolled his eyes. 'What's happened you decided to phone to me?'

'I've got a quick question to you, mum. Do you have any plans for May?'

'May is for month, love.'

'I know mum, but you know me. I like to have everything in order.'

'Well, I don't have any plans until the end of May. Why you ask? You want to come in?' He smiled slightly as he could almost picture his mother smiling widely for same thought he'd visit her.

'I thought about taking a few days off and stay in yours flat for a short vacation.'

'That's wonderful idea, love. I didn't see you for ages and miss you badly. It'd be good to have you back, although only for few days.'

'I miss you too, mum.' He said gently, his face softened. 'But would you mind if I take someone with myself?'

'Oh, of course no, love. There's a lot of place in home…Do you want to bring a girlfriend?'

'Well, no.' He chuckled slightly and barely stopped himself from saying; no, my boyfriend. 'I thought Darren needs a little break before the wedding.'

'Ah, Jack will be so happy. He and Darren rarely talked with each other, we even don't know how he feels.'

'He's fine.' He lied. 'Anyway, I also would like to take John Paul with myself.'

'John Paul? Wasn't he your partner?'

'Yes, that's the one.'

'I don't mind him to stay with us, love. I'd be pleasant to meet him. I heard so many good things about him from you. He has to be really decent and polite boy.'

'He is, mum.' He smiled widely, feeling so excited about his first common vacation with John Paul. 'Is Jake living with you, now?'

'Course he is, where else he'd be? He left the flat for Loretta and kids, so he doesn't has choice like come back and live with me and Jack. I'm worried he drinks too much.'

'He'll be fine. Don't worry.'

'I hope so…So when exactly you want to come to Hollyoaks?'

'I thought about 12th May.' He replied as he made appropriate calculations in mind.

'But it's before Darren and Hannah's wedding.'

'Is there any better date for relax than being week away from future wife a week before the wedding?'

'Okay, you know what are you doing, or at least I hope so…I hope you're not going to make any party for Darren. I still remember how Jake's last stag-party ended. I believe that at least for Darren you wish good and won't do nothing stupid.' She asked suspicious, and well he couldn't blame her.

'Nothing like that, mum. We might only drink a few pints in pub and that's all. And besides don't blame me about everything. Darren was the same guilty as me.'

'I think everyone in our family knows who is the brain of operation in your pair. Darren alone would never fall into such immature and stupid idea. He's too peaceful.'

'Well, I think I could surprise you.' He snorted. 'Darren is far away from being an angel.'

'Nobody is, Craig, but still he has a little oil in his head. You lose your own years ago, when you got your promotion for inspector.'

'Oh, thanks, mum.' He snapped sarcastically. 'What about Jake then, eh? He's older than us.'

'Alcohol eclipsed his mind.'

'Yea, right. Like it was enough excuse for moving to third base with a dancer and God only knows how far he went with this idiot Spi…' He bite down on his tongue, before he says too much.

'What you mean?'

'Nothing, mum. I'm just saying I didn't tell Jake to sleep with a dancer and do other embarrassing things.' He rolled his eyes. 'Anyway, I can't talk any longer. I'll phone to you tomorrow, okay?'

'Fine. But remember, if I only notice that you're planning something for Darren, I swear I'll kick you out of the house, along with your friend.'

'Sure, mum. Bye.' He disconnected and sighed heavily as he let his head fall back. At least he had one step behind himself. Now, he just needs to inform John Paul and Darren about his vacation plans and think how to explain mum and the rest of family that he came around to introduce his boyfriend.

'It's gonna end pretty bad.' He said quietly to himself and shook his head in despair.