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The following are the current ages of the characters in this story

Natalie Kabra, Dan Cahill, Reagan and Madison Holt

39 Clues: 11

Cahills vs. Vespers: 13

This Story: 15

Ian Kabra, Amy Cahill

39 Clues: 14

Cahills vs. Vespers: 16

Beginning of Story: 17

Hamilton Holt, Jonah Wizard

39 Clues: 15

Cahills vs. Vespers: 17

This Story: 19

Ned, Ted, and Sinead Starling

39 Clues: 17

Cahills vs. Vespers: 19

This Story: 21

Nellie Gomez

39 Clues: 20

Cahills vs. Vespers: 22

This Story: 24

A shiver ran down my spine as the cold summer night's wind pricked my exposed arms and face.

"I should start remembering to wear jackets," I admitted, staring up at the bright, white moon. Ian's chest rumbled against my back as he chuckled quietly. He tightened his grip around me and pulled me closer. His legs entwined with mine, and he began rubbing our feet together to keep them warm.

"And longer shorts," he added.

I scoffed, tugging at the denim hem that covered at least a third of my thigh. "My shorts are perfectly long enough, thank you. Maybe the weather should warm up. It is the middle of summer."

"It's also the middle of the night, love."

I sighed. "Remind me again why we're out here in the cold?"

He picked up my hand and, leaning over my shoulder, kissed my fingers. "Because everyone else is asleep. And the moon's full."

I leaned my head back into the crook of his neck, feeling the soft hum of his chest as he spoke.

"We're also out here because you can see the stars tonight," he continued. "It needs to be cold to see the stars, because clouds hold the warmth in. And you can't see the whole sky when there are clouds."

I smirked. "You said that earlier."

"Then you should've listened."

"How would I know you said it earlier if I hadn't listened?" I demanded playfully.

He shrugged. "That's an excellent question. You should be asking yourself that, love."

I smiled and stared out at the black night sky, speckled with thousands of tiny stars of all different sizes. I could name a few constellations, but if I pointed them out to Ian, he would probably name every single one of them, showing off his 'superior intelligence' and once again make me feel stupid. He knew too much for his own good.

"Hear that?" Ian asked, after a few minutes of silence.

I shook my head.

He grinned. "Exactly. It's peaceful, isn't it?"

We settled back into a comfortable silence, and for the first time, I noticed that there were no sounds at all, not even the faint chirping of evening crickets, or the whispers of the trees as the wind passed by. I saw the flashing light of a satellite slowly moving across the sky, and followed its course with my eyes. I started playing with Ian's finger in my lap, lifting up one finger, then another. His feet rubbed against mine, and slowly the warmth began seeping back into my bones.

"You know, I'm glad you brought me out here," I admitted as he cupped my hands in his. "Apart from the cold, that is."

I looked up at him, smiling. The moonlight reflected in his eyes as he peered down at me, the stars shining in the pools of liquid amber.

"I love you," he said.

I smiled. "I know."

"Good. Never forget it."

I reached up and brushed aside a strand of hair from his cheek. "I don't plan to."

I turned my body to the side, my hand finding its way to the back of Ian's neck. He leaned down slowly and pressed his lips to mine. My eyes fluttered shut as his soft lips caressed mine, and I felt my whole body relax, losing all the tension in my shoulders and back like I'd turned to jelly. The kiss started out gently, but the heat began to grow. I rolled over so I was straddling him and cupped his face with my hands, deepening the kiss. He pulled away for a moment and looked me in the eye.

"Happy two-month anniversary," he whispered.

I placed a quick kiss on his nose. "Happy 18th birthday."

I pressed my lips back to his.

Sinead's P.O.V

"Amy?" I whispered as quietly as I could, peering into Amy's bedroom. My brow furrowed when I saw no one there. Even though Amy usually stayed up late, I was always able to find her in her here. But tonight, her bedroom and bathroom lights were off, and her bed lay untouched, the quilt still spread out neatly, creaseless.

I silently crept down the hall and into the library. A quick scan of the large room showed no occupants, so I carefully made my way down the stairs to the kitchen. Again, no one was there. I tiptoed through the rooms on the bottom floor, finally coming to a stop in the lounge room that led to the back porch. Dejectedly, I sat down on a plush armrest, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and glancing around the room. Only then did I notice that the back door was wide open, a cool air sweeping in. Strange. No one would dare break into the Cahill mansion. The large, intimidating security cameras that watched the property border were clear signs that the family who lived here were not to be messed with.

"You know, I'm glad you brought me out here. Apart from the cold, that is." The sound nearly gave me a heart attack. Although her voice was soft, and easily recognisable, I was not at all expecting the sudden sound.

What was Amy doing out in the cold? I wondered, quietly making my way to the door.

"I love you," a silky British accent said. Ian.

"I know," Amy said

"Good. Never forget it."

"I don't plan to."

Wait, I thought. Did I hear that right? I stepped through the door and saw Ian sitting against the wall with Amy between his legs. Her hand rested behind his neck and their legs were tangled together. Now, this in itself was hard to believe. But what they were actually doing I found nearly impossible to comprehend. Their lips were on one another's and they... I shook my head, trying to clear away what could only be insane visions. But when I opened my eyes again, they were still there.

As I watched, Amy rolled over and placed her legs on either side of Ian's, holding his face in her hands.

Ian pulled away and whispered, "Happy two-month anniversary."

Amy smiled. "Happy 18th birthday," Amy said.

They were quickly kissing again, and there was clearly a lot of passion in the air. My mouth hung open in shock as my mind processed what I'd heard and seen, putting together the pieces.

No way, I thought, There's absolutely no way this is possible! But truth right before me hit me hard.

"Two months?" I almost screeched, trying and nearly failing to keep my voice down. "You kept this hidden from me for two whole months?"

Amy's P.O.V

Shit, I thought, quickly scrambling away from my boyfriend. I knew my hair was a mess, and my lips lightly throbbed from kissing said boyfriend, but I barely noticed. All I could think was, shit.

"Sinead!" I hissed. "Keep it down!"

She stepped forward. "Me keep it down? What about you two? You were practically eating each others faces off!" Her face was bright red, from embarrassment or anger, I didn't know. Probably both.

I sighed and used the wall to pull myself up, straightening my clothes before helping Ian up.

"What the hell is going on?" Sinead demanded.

I gave her a pointed look. "Isn't that obvious."

"Amy," Ian warned. I didn't know why he was alarmed, though, so I ignored him. I didn't see anything wrong with kissing Ian apart from the fact that Sinead, who happened to be my best friend, had no clue about my relationship with him. She was mad, very mad, which was understandable. It's not every day – or night – that you walk in on your cousins kissing. I could almost see the steam spouting from her ears and nose.

Then her expression turned to complete and utter shock. Her eyes widened. "You w-w-what?"

Realisation dawned on me as I thought over what I'd said. Shit, I thought again. I really need to work on that. Over the past few weeks, whenever I said something, it was taken in the complete wrong way. Everyone's mind seemed to automatically assume I made a dirty comment, and I really didn't know why. Maybe I was saying things in another way. Even I've started to notice that I've been acting a little differently since I started dating Ian. I was happier and, I'll admit, his lips were on my mind a lot.

I frantically shook my head. "I didn't mean that. I meant, isn't it obvious we were kissing. Just kissing. Nothing more."

I glanced at Ian and, just as I expected, he was smirking. I punched his shoulder.

"Ow!"

I rolled my eyes and turned back to Sinead. "Let me explain?" I asked.

"Fine." She huffed, clearly regretting her decision.

A slight twinge of relief passed over me. "Okay... Well, Ian and I have been... in a relationship for 2 months-"

"What?" Sinead screeched.

"-that needs to stay a secret!" I quickly cut her off and finished my sentence. "Please, Sinead?" I begged.

She shook her head in disbelief. "I don't care whether you and Ian are together. Why didn't you tell me? For a two whole months?"

Ian stepped forward and rested his hand on my lower back. "Because," he said, "we both agreed to keep our relationship a secret. If she told you, then I would've told someone and… well, it's obvious that wouldn't have worked."

I tried my best pleading face. "Please, Sinead? I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I couldn't!"

She looked back and forth between Ian and me, studying us carefully. In that moment of silence, I didn't breathe at all. Then finally, she sighed in defeat. "Fine. But I want details. I may be an Ekat, but that doesn't mean I don't like gossip."

I smiled, relieved. "Thank you." I reached out and hugged her, feeling strangely excited. Sure, it'd been my idea to keep Ian and I a secret. But letting someone know, even by accident, felt good. I finally had someone to talk to without giving up our secret.

She pulled back and grinned. "A Cahill and a Kabra, huh?"

I rolled my eyes but smirked. "Shut it, Starling."

Ian coughed behind us. "Hate to interrupt, but it's 1:00am." He yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. "I think it's time for bed."

I nodded, holding back a yawn of my own, and bid Sinead goodnight. She turned around and walked out onto the lawn, making her way to the guesthouse. I watched her go, then let Ian lead me inside.

He stopped at my door and smiled. "You know, this whole 'secret' business… I'm starting to think we need to renegotiate the terms of our bet."

I snorted. "I didn't realise there was a bet. And I'm pretty sure you've already lost anyway."

"Well, now that it's been well over two weeks, I've changed my mind."

I had to hold back a laugh, not wanting to wake everyone up. "So, yesterday you were still betting on two weeks? Even after almost three times that had passed?"

His eyes held a mischievous glint, and I barely had time to wander what he was planning when my back hit the wall and his hands rested on either side of my head, effectively trapping me. His face hovered right in front of mine, the warmth of his breath tickling my cheeks.

"It could be my birthday present," he whispered.

I froze. A strange feeling tightened my chest, constricting my breathing. I wanted so badly to smash my lips against his. I knew there was nothing wrong with that – after all, he was my boyfriend – but it would most likely give us away. Dan was in the room across from me, Jonah and Hamilton were beside him. Natalie, and Madison and Reagan were on either side of my room. We were right in the middle of everyone else.

To hell with it, a part of me thought. Who cares if everyone knows? Just kiss him, damn it!

"I-I already…" I took a sharp breath in as Ian began trailing kisses along my neck. "I… al… already…" My voice trailed off. Ian's hand caressed my cheek as he planted a kiss between my eyes, moving down to the tip of my nose. He teasingly placed a long, lingering kiss on the side of my mouth, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to clear my head.

Somehow, I managed to push him away. "Stop trying to distract me!"

He smirked and crossed his arms smugly against his chest.

"I already have a present for you," I finally said.

His smirk grew wider. "It took you a while to tell me that, didn't it, love?" He placed a light peck on my lips. "I'd say 1 more month."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "You just don't give up, do you?"

He shook his head.

"Fine!" I threw my hands in the air. "4 more months. But I don't see a point in betting if there are no stakes."

"That," Ian said, "is a marvelous idea. I win, and Natalie has to take you dress shopping."

"What do I need a dress for?"

He flashed me an infuriating smile that said he knew something I didn't.

"Argh! Okay, then! If I win…" I thought for a moment. "I'll decide when that happens."

"If that happens."

I rolled my eyes, turned my back to him, and opened my bedroom door. "Goodnight, Ian," I said pointedly, putting as much annoyance as I could into my voice.

Strong hands grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. Ian's lips were instantly on mine, and I melted into his arms.

"Goodnight, love."

Half an hour later, I lay tucked up in my warm, cozy bed. Although my body was half asleep, my mind ran wild. All my thoughts were on Ian, and the way he'd made me feel earlier. That strange tightening of my chest as he tried his best to seduce me. I could still faintly feel my heart hammering against my ribs while my lungs closed up. At the time, I was unable to put a name to that feeling. It was a sort of longing, but also passion. It was a comfortable, welcome warmth, but also a painful fire burning me from inside out. It was backwards and forwards, not quite one thing, but not quite the other, either. My mind had turned to mush the instant my back had touched the wall. The name of the feeling had sat on the tip of my tongue, but I hadn't had the ability to swallow it.

With a start, I realised that feeling had been lust. Ian Kabra had made me want him.

"Happy birthday!" Natalie sang, hugging her brother. He quietly muttered a thank you into her ear, and although he tried to hide it, I saw nonetheless. I couldn't help the small smile tugging on my lips as I watched the brother and sister. Ian turned and glanced at me, a similar smile gracing his features.

Someone's hair flicked me in the face as they plunked down in the chair beside mine.

"Hey, Amy," Sinead said. "Did you sleep well?"

I gave her a discreet warning glare, then nodded my head to please everyone else, who were waiting for my response. "I did, thank you."

"I don't know, Love," Ian said. "You look a little tired. Late night?" He sat on the chair opposite me and subtly winked in my direction. Sinead saw and smirked.

Fiske, who was here for the day, watched the exchange with confusion, but quickly decided to let it go.

Dan walked by the table with a plate of food in one hand. His other hand was suspiciously behind his back, and as he passed Natalie, he swiftly dropped something down the back of her shirt and sat at the head of the table.

Natalie didn't even flinch. "Thank you, Daniel. It was getting rather hot in here," she purred.

Dan was staring at Natalie, his jaw drooping, touching the table. "Where's the screaming? I just dropped an ice cube down your back!"

"Indeed you did. It's quite refreshing."

He shook his head in disbelief. "Who are you and what have you done with Natalie Kabra?"

She grinned and stood up, her hands behind her back. She walked the short distance to where Dan was sitting and pecked him on the cheek. He blushed furiously. A second later, water was dripping down Dan's face and Natalie was back in her seat, placing an empty cup beside her plate.

Jonah and Hamilton came in, talking animatedly, and sat down.

"Morning everyone!" Jonah said. "Happy birthday Ian."

"So, Ian. How does it feel being 18?" Hamilton asked.

Ian shrugged. "No different then yesterday."

Hamilton nodded. "I know the feeling. I'm 19 and I still feel like a 16-year-old."

"That'd be because you're brain hasn't changed one bit," Sinead commented.

Jonah laughed. "You got that right. Hey, Ian. Did you know you can legally drink now in Australia?"

Ian raised an eyebrow. "We're not in Australia."

Hamilton and Jonah shared a grin. "But we will be in 3 months."

Looking around, it seemed Ian and I were the only ones not in on their travel plans, judging from their unsurprised faces.

"What're talking about?" I asked. "Since when are you going to Australia?"

"We, cuz. You're coming, too."

I looked to Fiske for help. He smiled and explained. "As a gift from us all combined, you children, along with Nellie, are going to Australia to celebrate Ian and Amy's 18th birthdays. Because Amy's birthday isn't for another 3 months, we thought we'd save it until then. I hope you don't mind, Ian."

Ian shook his head, saying no, he didn't. "That sounds... fun. Thank you."

Fiske nodded and went back to his breakfast.

"So... because it's a special day," Natalie said, "We need to do something special."

"No shopping!" Madison and Reagan yelled in unison.

Natalie laughed. "That's hardly special." She put her hand into her pocket and pulled out a slip of card. She gave it to Ian. "We're going to the cinema."

Ian smiled. "Cheap buttery popcorn and the unbearable scent of urine? Why, Natalie, you sure know how to make a man feel special."

"I think it's fowl," Natalie admitted. "But you seem to enjoy it, God knows why."

"Okay," Dan clapped his hands together. "Lets go to the movies!"

I gave him a strange look. "Have you been watching 'Annie'?"

He pointed a finger accusingly at Natalie. "She made me."

I rolled my eyes and was picking at my breakfast when Hamilton nearly screamed.

"Whoa! Dude!" Hamilton exclaimed, looking Dan up and down. "Why are you wet?"

The movie was one of those political films about the troubled politician who wanted to find his place in life. Ian took one look at the 'Now Showing' list and grimaced at the sappy romance-comedy titles, trying his best to ignore them completely. There was only one choice left. I didn't blame him for choosing it. The other films would've bored me to death in 10 minutes.

It was a quiet day in the cinema, and there were only five other people seated in the rows of soft red chairs when we took our seats. Dan liked front row, but Ian liked the back, so we split off into three separate groups. Dan, Hamilton, and Jonah sat in the front, I sat with Ian right up at the back, while Natalie, Sinead, Reagan and Madison sat in the middle. I wasn't complaining. I could be alone with Ian.

Coloured lights flickered across Ian's features as the advertisements began. I watched the reds and blues, greens, purples, and yellows dance across his face, giving him an ethereal air. The colours kept changing and moving, flashing, sometimes bright and cheerful, sometimes dark and gloomy. The expression on Ian's face, however, didn't change. He didn't look bored by the long trailers and promotions. He seemed almost calm, like the laid-back theatre made him feel comfortable. His body was relaxed and the corners of his lips were curled up in a faint smile.

I gripped his hand, entwining our fingers together, and lifted up the armrest between us so I could cuddle up against him. He placed a soft kiss on my head and wrapped an arm around me. We spent a half-hour like that, watching through to the end of the advertisements and the introduction to the film. Then we started getting a bit restless. It wasn't that the movie was boring – because it was actually quite interesting – but I guess we were excited, filled with bubbly energy. We didn't want to sit still. So when Ian went to the bathroom to stretch his legs, I slipped off my seat and lay down on the carpeted ground, hoping the state of it wasn't too revolting. I could easily squeeze under the empty row of seats in front of us, so I crawled around on the floor like a child, hiding under the seat.

I lay still for a few minutes, waiting like a lion stalking its prey. Then I felt a hand grab my leg and I nearly shrieked out loud. Turning around, I saw Ian grinning madly at me in the faint light from the large screen. I rolled my eyes and managed to squirm out the other side, now in the second row back. I knew Ian would follow, so I waited for him. There was barely any light, the scene on screen shifting into nighttime, and I had to squint to try and find my boyfriend.

Soft lips brushed mine and I closed my eyes, leaning in for more, but Ian pulled back. I reached an arm out to find him, and felt his leg sticking out from the next row of seats. I laughed into my arms to muffle the sound and followed close behind. In a few minutes time, we were right behind Natalie, Sinead, Reagan, and Madison, lying on the floor, of course. Luckily, the other people in the cinema were sitting in the side rows, so we didn't have to awkwardly ask someone if they could please lift their legs so we could crawl underneath their seat.

Ian put his mouth to my ear and whispered, "We'll stick our heads up under them and scare them."

I chuckled and nodded in agreement. Then we slowly, carefully pulled our way under the seats, rolling onto our backs.

"One... two..." Ian whispered. "Three."

Together, we stuck our heads out and peered up at our family, waving. The screen was a bright white and yellow, illuminating our faces. They all jumped, trying their best not to make a sound. They gave us an appraising look then burst out laughing, covering their mouths. At the same time, the few people in the room laughed at something that happened in the film, which gave them the perfect cover. Natalie kicked Ian in the head with her pump, and Sinead threw a piece of popcorn at me. We grinned our biggest grins then slipped back under, rolling into the row behind. We crawled our way up to the back row as quickly as we could, then collapsed on the ground in fits of silent giggles. Ian lay on his back, and I lay on top of him, breathing in the much-needed air. Another round of laughter hit me, and I had to burry my face in Ian's chest to silence myself. I don't know when, but at some point shortly after, I fell asleep.

Ian's P.O.V

As I walked out of the cinemas carrying a sleeping Amy in my arms, I received many odd looks from passers-by. Once upon a time, I would've refused to do something so beneath me – especially in public. Now, however, I couldn't care less what they thought. I would most likely never see them again, and if I did, I wouldn't remember their faces.

We came to a stop in front of two parked vehicles. Sinead's car unlocked with a flash of the headlights, and she hurriedly opened the back door. I expertly lay Amy gently across the back seats, placing a light kiss on her forehead while no one was watching. I pulled off my jacket and spread it over her shoulders, then silently closed the door with a light THUD.

"I'll go with Sinead," I offered. "There's enough room in Hamilton's van for everyone else."

"Oh, sure," Dan complained. "Make us squish up. Then you won't have to ruin you hair."

I rolled my eyes and pointedly messed up my hair. Dan seemed a little surprised, but shrugged it off and climbed into the purple van that once belonged to Eisenhower Holt.

Sinead smirked then nodded towards her car, and I sat in the passenger seat as she turned the key in the ignition.

"I'm guessing there's a reason you came with me?" She asked.

I nodded and turned myself in the small seat to look back at Amy's sleeping form. She looked so peaceful and content, and I couldn't help smiling.

"You really like her, don't you?" Sinead observed as she turned out of the car park.

Amy shifted in her sleep, rolling onto her side. "I love her," I admitted.

Sinead grinned. "I can tell. I think everyone can. Just like it's obvious Amy's always liked you, no matter how much she denies it. She even used to lie to herself when I asked her." She paused, then continued. "I overheard part of your conversation last night. And by the way she looks at you, I can tell she really cares about you and has a lot of trust in you. Just don't hurt her, will you? She's already suffered enough. She doesn't deserve any more pain."

"We'll always argue. Everyone does. But I'll never intentionally harm her," I promised.

Sinead nodded, understanding. "I know that, too."

I looked back at Amy and watched as she sighed happily, smiling at whatever dream she was having. Sinead glanced back as she waited at the red traffic light.

"That's the look she gets whenever she's thinking about you," she told him. "And when she looks at you, or talks about you."

Happy butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and I resisted the urge to grin like a lovesick maniac. She was dreaming about me?

We sat in a comfortable silence for a while, before Sinead spoke again.

"Why haven't you told anyone?" She asked. "I mean, about you and Amy."

I shrugged. "Amy didn't want to, so we turned it into a bet. We're going to see how long we can stay a secret."

"What did you bet?"

"1 more month. If I win, she has to go dress shopping with Natalie."

Sinead laughed. "She'd hate that. What did she bet?"

"4 more months. She said she'd decide on her prize when she won."

"And do you think you can keep it a secret for that long?" She questioned.

I sighed and shook my head. "I have no idea. Amy always manages to prove me wrong. She always surprises me."

Sinead smiled. "I always knew you'd end up together. There's this… energy in the air whenever you're in the same room. Sometimes, I think the roof might blow off."

I gave her an odd look. "What?"

She shrugged. "You've got chemistry, and a lot of it."

I sort of knew what she was saying. Whenever I was with Amy, my heart seemed to beat a million miles per second and my brain slowed right down to a snail's pace. A fire burned high and bright inside me whenever her name came up in a conversation or when she stepped under the same roof as me, a flare of something that I long ago came to realise was love. Not the kind of love I had for Natalie, the sibling bond we shared. Nor was it the love I once had for my father and Isabel, which always seemed forced and hollow, almost meaningless. The feeling I had for Amy was one I'd never experienced before. And it was by all means much more prominent then any other feeling I've ever had.

"What about you and Hamilton?" I asked her.

She sighed. "I don't know. He's just so… Hamilton. He says one thing, then does another."

"So there's nothing… going on between you?" I asked skeptically.

"I don't know. I mean, he… he kissed me. When he arrived at the mansion, he kissed me. And since then, he's barely acknowledged my existence!"

I thought for a moment as Sinead turned the car onto the mansion driveway. We rolled slowly up the gravel path, stone crunching beneath the tires.

"I could talk to him?" I offered as she parked.

She shook her head. "No, that's okay. He's a dolt, and that'll never change."

I nodded and opened my door.

"But, Ian?" I turned to her. "Thank you."

I walked around the car to the other side, and opened the back door, carefully lifting Amy into my arms. It surprised me that she was still asleep. How anyone could sleep in a car for that long was beyond me, but I smiled anyway, and almost laughed. As I made my way to the front door, I heard a loud SLAM. Dan shut the van door with enough force to shatter my eardrums. The sound echoed across the large yard and Amy jolted awake in my arms.

"Wh-What?" She stuttered, gripping onto my shirt so she didn't fall.

I chuckled. "Hello, love."

Sleepily, she grumbled, "Put me down, Ian."

I obliged, gently placing her feet on the ground. The instant I let her go, she nearly fell forward, but my arms wound around her waist and pulled her back up.

"My legs are like jelly," she moaned, and I smirked at her expense.

"Do I need to carry you?" I asked.

Reluctantly, she nodded, and in one quick motion, I swept her off her feet – literally – and cradled her against my chest. Her arms wound around my neck and she shut her eyes as I waited for someone to open the door.

Dan ran over. "Why can't she walk?" He asked.

"My legs are numb," she muttered, blushing.

He laughed and opened the door, although he glared disapprovingly at me as I passed. He seemed to have a grudging respect for me, as though he wasn't quite ready to let his guard down around me.

As I stepped into the lounge room, Fiske hastily stood up, worry creasing his forehead.

"What happened?" he asked, as I placed Amy on the lounge.

"Nothing," she yawned, stretching out her legs. "Ow. I hate pins and needles."

"She fell asleep," I explained, "half-way through the movie. And through the car ride home."

Fiske breathed a sigh of relief. Giving me a pat on the shoulder, he walked out of the room. I sat beside Amy.

"Are you okay, Love?"

She nodded, then looked me in the eye. "Did you carry me?" She asked.

"Yes."

Her eyes widened. "Really?"

I nodded.

She whispered, "Thank you," and gripped my hand.

I grinned. "My pleasure."

She mirrored my grin and placed a quick thank-you kiss on my cheek. Then the rest of our family came in, and we quickly shifted apart, although reluctantly.

"So," Dan said. "What next?"

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To Be Continued…

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I started writing more of this chapter, then realised it would be a good 7000 words by the time I was done, and I wouldn't have it posted today. So, this chapter will be spread over two parts.

Is it just me, or does this seem rushed? If it does, please let me know and I'll try to fix it. Thanks :)