After a short time Louisa called out to Martin, who was contently sat on the sofa listening to the radio.

"Everything's ready." Louisa shouted softly.

Martin stood and walked out onto the terrace, to where Louisa was already sat, he gently pulled the chair out opposite and settled himself down.

"I hope everything looks OK?" She asked while pouring milk into her bowl.

"Yes everything looks…erm…nice." Martin began to crack the top of the egg with the base of his spoon.

"How is it?" She pointed towards the egg, nestled in a holster, now with orange yolk spilling over the side.

"Eating eggs provides you with a wide range of vitamins and minerals, including vitamin D, choline, calcium, iron and selenium. So very appropriate for breakfast." He stated.

Louisa nodded politely, knowing that she should expect one lecture off Martin a day, "I meant the taste, but that's good to know."

"Oh yes its…nice." Martin stared at his plate; the texture of the egg and flavour was indeed delicious.

He wasn't one for talking during meals, he was taught young to only speak when spoken to, especially at the table, so they ate in silence.

While they were eating sunny skies soon emerged into a picture of thick dark clouds, turning brightness into a gloomy day. They glanced at one another knowingly; the UK wasn't one for sticking to the same weather pattern. Just after they cleared the table and took the chance at lounging back outside, the heavens opened and down came heavy raindrops, splashing to the ground.

Together they ran inside with Louisa giggling as she fell back onto the sofa pulling Martin down with her. Louisa pulled at the neatly laid blanket on the back of the sofa and draped it over herself and Martin. They rearranged themselves, so that she curled into him, her head resting on his chest and feet tucked into the sofa, as he slouched with his feet up on the coffee table. He rested one arm around her neck, the other rested on her thigh, bringing a flush to his face.

"I always wanted to do this," she whispered into his chest with her eyes closed.

"Lying inside while it rains?" Martin gazed at her in his arms.

"No, well not just that but just being cosy with you." Surprised she'd said that out loud her face blushed bright red.

He could feel Louisa crinkling her nose up and burying her face further into his chest. After a minute Martin mustered the courage to act upon the scene. He reluctantly lifted his hand from her thigh to under her chin to raise her head. Louisa looked into his eyes as he cupped her cheek. Gently, he moved his face to hers and left a long lingering kiss on her lips. Pulling away, Louisa relaxed and lay back down. They stayed that way listening to the rain bang against the windows and the thunder boom. Louisa jumped to start with, but as Martin held her close she began to feel secure.

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It was nearly time for afternoon surgery but Louisa had dozed off into a blissful sleep. Martin kissed her forehead and she began to stir. When she was fully awake he alerted her of the time.

"Do you really have to go?" Louisa asked with a soft expression in her eyes.

"I have a duty to my patients." He was trying his hardest to resist his temptation to stay.

"I know, I know." She curled closer into his embrace. Pressing her face in his chest she began to talk nervously. "This isn't going to change is it?"

"What isn't?" Martin couldn't understand what she meant he could barely understand anything with Louisa's face buried into him, her voice emitting in a muffle. He suddenly saw that he was losing himself in her smell, her love and her beauty.

"Us, the way we are now. Its not going to go back to the awkwardness of staring but never talking and ...just us before really?" She breathed in his scent afraid this could be the last chance she got.

Taking the top of her arms he pushed her away so he could look into her eyes, "No! I wouldn't miss doing things with you for the world. Once I leave that door I swear I will come back in the same person." He assured her.

"You promise that you'll keep talking like this? I mean like sensitive dare I say it!" She teased prodding his stomach.

He flinched while Louisa tickled him slightly. "I will if it pleases you?"

"Yes. Martin it does." She leaned up to kiss him gently.

"I really need to go." Martin glanced at his watch and back to Louisa.

"Fine." She said in defeat.

In union they asked, "Are you busy tonight?"

"I'll come to the surgery when you're done?" Louisa had placed her head back on his chest.

"I'd like that, but I have to go." He lightly kissed her head and she pulled away, allowing him to stand.

Louisa grabbed Martin's suit jacket and after long persuasive talk she had convinced him to leave it off while inside.

"I'll see you later." Louisa ran a finger through the short ends of his hair above his ear.

"Yes." Martin held her waist and pulled her tight, to he kiss her, one of the kisses that sent a shiver down her spine and a quake in her knees.

After pulling away catching her breath she whispered in his ear. "Don't forget your promise, keep the confidence."

Almost smiling Martin nodded. "Goodbye." And he stepped onto the road before him, his head tall, as he strode down the hill.

"Bye." Louisa said, her eyes fixed on the back of his grey hair.

Louisa left one hand on the door for a minute before coming to her senses and moved away turning around to the mess on the side. Letting out a sigh she walked over to put the dishes in the dishwasher, ordering the placement mats back in the cupboard and fluffing the cushions on the sofa. She sunk into the sofa, and shifted the magazines on the coffee table into a neat pile and lay back.

After a few seconds she opened her eyes and saw her thoughts were correct there was definitely an envelope confined between the pages of one. Reaching out to pick it up she wondered where it came from and instead of turning it over to see where it should have been sent, Louisa pulled the little card out and opened it,

'Dear Laura,

I hope all is well in London. Sorry I haven't been in touch in a while but things have been busy here. Don't forget to phone me if there are any complications, I can talk to you through the steps. All the best with the baby and sorry I'm not there.

All my love Martin.'

After scanning the words several times, Louisa's trembling hands lay it back down, her heart sank and the sense of confusion overwhelmed of what this meant.

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Hey everyone! Sorry it has been ages sense I've updated! Terrible writter's block. So I hope you like this one, I will update quicker when I decide where I'm going! Thanks xx