Disclaimer: I don't own Hollyoaks or it's characters.

Hiya! This is the last enstallment in 'He hates me sometimes but loves me always'. It's shorter than I would've liked and, looking back, some of the writing hasn't been that great. However, it was my first ever fanfic so I'm happy. I can't believe it's been 3 months since I first posted!

Hope you enjoy and thanks for coming along for the ride. Until next time, ba-bye now. XD

Epiloge: Two months later.

Ste

I had never been a morning person. No, I would much rather pull the quilt over my head and pretend it was still night time than get up and face a new day. This had changed over the past weeks - the main reason being that I woke up next to Brendan Brady.

I cursed the infernal racket of his alarm and smothered my face with a pillow to try and block it out. Brendan chuckled and pulled the pillow away. I scrunched up my eyes and put my hands over my ears.

"Ste-phen." Brendan called, accentuating the name, "Ste-phen. Wakey wakey."

In response, I muttered something unintelligable which then turned into a moan when Brendan started planting kisses across my stomach, slowly making his way to my throat. Brendan's mouth was practically sinful - that was something I'd learnt early on in. The things he could do with that mouth.

I opened my eyes and smiled down at Brendan. "Mornin'." I mumbled.

"Good morning." He replied, smiling back.

"Will you turn the alarm off?"

Brendan reached over me and turned it off before returning to his previous task of kissing me. He continued his trail up my chest to my neck. The kisses growing sloppy with his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

"I knew there was a reason I loved waking up next to you." I said, my hands tangled in Brendan's hair. I couldn't think of a place I would rather be; there wasn't anywhere I belonged more than I did here - naked and sleepy, my muscles aching slightly from the previous night's sexathon, with Brendan Brady laying delicious kisses up my body whilst we longing in our bed, in our flat which we shared together.

"You could always skip work and I could show you some of my other talents." Brendan replied, smiling against my pulse point.

"Mmmm." I threw my head back to give Brendan better access to my skin. "Don't tempt me - it's not fair."

"You love it." he retorted, looking smug.

"Yeah, okay. Whatever you say." Ste said sarcastically, but I was grinning. I couldn't have his head getting any bigger - he already thought himself irresistable. Which he was but I wasn't going to let him know that.

Brendan looked at me skeptically, his eyes sparkling with humour. "So if I did this" Brendan kissed me suddenly, tounge plunging into my mouth. He tasted like morning breath but even then, I found him intoxicating, how was that fair? It lasted only around 5 seconds before Brendan pulled away, leaving me whining at the loss of contact. "You wouldn't love it?"

Brendan pulled himself over me, straddling me. "What if I did this?" He whispered into my's ear, sending shivers down my spine, before sucking at my neck whilst rutting against me. Due to our lack of clothes, it was impossible for me to hide my erection that betrayed just how much I loved it. I had to bite my lip to stop the noises that were trying to escape.

Brendan laughed in my ear, before whispering, his voice low and seductive. "Do really want to go into work?"

I wrapped my arms around Brendan's neck, pulling us closer together, our flush bodies sliding together. "Hell no." I grinned before kissing Brendan again, rocking our bodies together.

xXx

Life was 100 times better, in my opinion, now Brendan was living in Manchester with me. Yes, it had been hard at first. We'd both been wary of the other: Brendan worried of letting himself be vulnerable again in case I walked away, me being scared to trust again lest history repeat itself. Other people hadn't helped much: Amy and Alex had been completely against the whole thing and been very vocal in their opinions, people from Hollyoaks like Mitzeee whispering about us, even Cheryl and Lynsey had had reservations about us being together.

Amy thought we were a "toxic combanation" whilst Alex said that Brendan was a bastard and I was a mug. On the up side, Mitzeee loved us together even if it was just so she had more to gossip about. Cheryl wanted Brendan to be happy and said that he'd been miserable while I was away but she was worried that we were rushing into things. Lynsey said that she didn't want to see Brendan hurt and that she thought we might need some time apart.

So, basically we weren't getting much support. Luckily, we had spent enough time without each other to know exactly what we both wanted and we weren't going to let anything stand in our way. Brendan sold his share of Chez Chez and, with the money he got for it, bought a share of a club in Manchester. I moved out of the flat I shared with Alex and bought one with Brendan.

We were both happier than we'd ever been and things were definately looking up. The future would probably throw us another curve ball eventually but it didn't matter. I loved Brendan and Brendan loved me - that was all that mattered. Together, we'd been through Hell and made it to the other side. As long as we were together, we'd make it. We'd prove everyone wrong because that's what we do - we defy the odds. Who would've said that Brendan Brady would ever fall in love, much less to a guy? And who would've thought that me, Stephen Hay, would've ended up with the life I had now - two kids, a great boyfriend, working as a chef, owning my own place.

No matter what, we'd stay together and we'd land on our feat. We always do.

Rachey Ayy xx