Ange ran from the room crying- "Baby… Angel please?" George shouted as he moved quickly after her- "No, George- just leave me alone for now, okay?" she said through her tears as she went downstairs, shoved her shoes on and went outside, slamming the front door behind her.

They'd moved into the house 2 months ago- that along with a 7 month old baby was hard. She'd been so stressed and finally it had all come out right then in a fight with George. He'd been being his usual jokey self- normally she would have found him funny but right then, she didn't feel like laughing- she had felt like shouting at him to shut up. And it had all escalated out of hand- and before she knew it, they were practically screaming at each other. She was just glad that Roxanne was staying with Molly and Arthur that weekend and did not have to hear all of that.

Ange ran down the street, brushing tears from her face. She ran round the corner and abruptly bumped into Alicia. "Whoa…." She said, stunned by a bawling Ange bumping into her. "Angie- what's wrong?" she asked her friend, worried about what was going on. She led Ange over to the nearby café and they both ordered tea- and cake, lots of it.

"Ange, what's going on?" Alicia asked- Ange had been too caught up in her crying to have answered the first time. She looked down, fiddling with the buttons on her jacket – "Me and George had a fight" she said, taking a deep breath. "It was stupid but… he really annoyed me!" she laughed half-heartedly. Hating having fights with George- it broke her heart, they rarely did have fights. That was probably the worst one they'd ever had. "Oh sweetie…" Alicia started comfortingly before hugging Ange warmly.

George kicked the bed in frustration before he sat down and put his head in his hands. Why was he like this sometimes? Why? Fred… I hate fighting with my Angel. It hurts- so much! He took a few deep breaths before standing up and picking up his jacket- she needed her space right then. He headed towards the shop and noticed Ange in a café with Alicia, neither girls looked particularly happy so he knew they were talking about him.

He got into the shop, which was busy- always a good sight for him to see! He headed towards the back quickly to work on new products- he had to get his mind off of that stupid, stupid fight. He would make it up to her later, he really would- he'd never be able to apologise enough.

Ange arrived back at the house later on that afternoon- wanting nothing more than to see her George right then. That fight had been ridiculous- over nothing, and she'd let it wind her up so much! Alicia had been so comforting and kind- reassuring her that it was just a silly fight and they'd soon be made up.

She pulled off her jacket and went through to the kitchen. Her heart melted instantly at what she saw. Smiling to herself dreamily, she headed towards the big bouquet of white lilies that was resting on the nearby countertop. Her favourite flowers- he remembered. She picked them up and looked at the little note that was attached to them.

I'm so sorry- I can't even put it into words how stupid that I feel about that fight. Meet me upstairs, beautiful it read. Giggling like a little girl she put the flowers into a vase of water and quickly headed upstairs.

She made her way towards the bedroom quickly and opened the door. Her jaw dropped- the bed was scattered with rose petals, a bottle of Champagne rested in an ice bucket by the bed along with two glasses. She went in slowly- looking at the chocolates that he had left on their dresser- yet again; he'd remembered her favourite ones

"Hello there…" she heard a voice say, as hands slipped around her waist and a hungry mouth kissed her neck fiercely. Ange sighed and turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck as he moved forward to kiss her again. "I'm so sorry" she whispered- tears falling down her face at both how bad she felt about the fight and also at how romantic this gesture was.

"Ssh…" he whispered, kissing her softly again and holding her close. "I'm sorry too, baby girl" he said as he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. For a while they just stayed, wrapped in each other's arms, staring at each other adoringly. Ange stroked his hair back- knowing how self-conscious he could be after his accident- well; it was no accident when he'd lost his ear. In their first couple of months dating, he'd tried to do his usual laugh it off deal- but that hadn't worked with her. She knew he was pretty devastated about it still.

"You really are the most gorgeous, amazing, kind, stunning, talented, beautiful woman alive" he said softly to her, as he stroked her cheek and smiled at his wife warmly. "And you're the most gorgeous, talented, funny, kind, beautiful man alive" she giggled as he kissed her neck again. "Oh, please- I already knew that!" he said- before making his way from her neck to her lips, kissing her passionately.

"Oh Ange…" he said quietly as he started to pull off her shirt quickly- soon clothes were flying everywhere and they were soon moving together as one. Their hands grasped together tightly as if they could never let each other go. "I… love you…" George said breathlessly- as Ange kissed him fiercely- "I… love you too!" she said emotionally as she looked deeply into the eyes of the love of her life.