For those that are Anti-Jamie, I am also but I feel in order for his character to really develop in this story you will need to endure his annoying moments. Sorry! x

Chapter 7

Georgie suggested meeting Elvis at Café Nero an hour's drive away from the hospital. In her heightened state of panic at the chance of being overheard, mid phone call, Georgie whispered a location, knowing in her mind that it was far enough away from Jamie's workplace that there was not a chance they would be caught. Plus, Jamie hated the coffee chains and swore never to set foot in one.

So here they were, sat opposite one another on a cosy table for two in the corner of the café. Georgie was regretting taking the seat facing the door; she couldn't stop herself from glancing over in fear of recognising Jamie every time a new customer entered.

Elvis seemed oblivious to this. He could tell she was nervous but didn't want to question her motives. She had been the instigator of this meet up in the first place. He didn't want to risk ruining that.

He returned from the counter and placed a tray on the table.

"There's your flat white. I got you a muffin too. I know you said you weren't hungry but I always am and I don't eat alone." Elvis sat down and placed two muffins in front of Georgie, staring at her carefully.

"I took a guess." He pushed a cake across the table, "I think you're a blueberry sort of girl. Am I right?" He grinned cheekily at Georgie, who took the muffin and studied it carefully. Then pulled a piece off and popped it in her mouth with a smile.

"It's a nice change…" Georgie said decidedly. And she meant it.

If it was up to Jamie, he would have got her a brownie, because he likes them.

Elvis clasped his hands together and cleared his throat.

"So…we're here now."

Georgie exhaled slowly and nodded. "Yup."

Now they were sat opposite one another, the idea of actually talking terrified Georgie. She wasn't exactly sure why she had called Elvis. Partly gut instinct. The other part of her? Well, she had to admit she just wanted to see Elvis again. There was no two ways about it.

Georgie decided to change tact.

"So…I know Laura…what's the story with you and..?"

"Debbie. Yeah. Well, we're not quite the conventional family, let's put it that way. We were dating for a few years, we broke up. We got back together and turns out, months later, Laura was a bit of a beautiful accident. We never really talked about the long-term plan and we haven't since. But it seems to work." Elvis finished with a shrug then gestured towards Georgie.

"Oh me?" Georgie asked and looked down at the engagement ring around her finger. "well, Jamie and I, we met at the hospital. We just… he's just…it just seemed right at the time. He gets me, you know?"

Elvis didn't say anything but it didn't go unnoticed that Georgie avoided stating that she and Jamie 'loved' each other. Surely when you intend on marrying someone, you love them?

-OG-

They left the coffee shop and headed towards a canal, just off the road. They walked side by side, talking about anything and everything. To passers-by they would look like any other couple spending the day together.

Even Georgie forgot herself for a moment. It was almost like an outer-body experience and she was watching somebody else. Somebody happy, laughing and joking, feeling carefree.

It was only when it started to get dark did Georgie check the time.

"Christ!" She exclaimed grabbing Elvis by arm to stop him from walking, "I can't believe it's almost 6pm. I've got to start heading home soon, or I'll end up getting stuck in traffic."

Elvis studied Georgie's face for a moment,

"Today has been really nice. I'm glad you called me."

"Me too." Georgie replied. She glanced down, feeling Elvis' hand move to hold hers'. He rubbed his thumb across her knuckles gently.

Elvis looked around them, they were completely alone by the canal.

"Listen Elvis…i can't explain why I called you in the first place and my mind…it's just all over the place right now. Are we really awful for doing this? It's so-"

Georgie's rambling was cut off as Elvis tugged her towards him, his lips crushing against hers.

Georgie pulled away with a little gasp of surprise and finished her sentence. "-wrong."

Why did he keep taking her by surprise like that?

Georgie somehow found herself in Elvis' embrace, his arms encircling her waist, he stared down at her. She looked up at him, worried that if she stayed this way she would soon lose herself in his deep brown eyes that were watching her intently.

"Did that feel wrong to you, Georgie?"

He stroked her cheek gently, then held his hand there and Georgie closed her eyes as she leaned into his touch.

He kissed her again. Long and sweetly.

No, it felt right, Georgie thought, so very very right.

They stood there for a few minutes, wordlessly, revelling in the closeness between them. Then as if life had snapped it's fingers, the moment was broken and Elvis' arms relaxed from around Georgie's waist.

He planted a tender kiss on her forehead.

"It kills me to say this, but you're right, you need to go home. Or I'm going to do more things that I'll only regret."

A short but sweet reunion. I hope you enjoy :) Please let me know! Happy weekend x