"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," the vicar said to Sammy.

Sammy turned to his bride and kissed her.

"I love you Mrs Melissa Murray," he whispered.

Melissa just stood there and giggled.


"Ladies and Gentlemen, could you please stand for Mr and Mrs Murray," called the usher at the reception.

Melissa and Sammy entered and everyone cheered. Gill raised a glass to her son and daughter-in-law as a tear fell down her cheek. She didn't know why she was crying. It could be because she felt like she was losing her son, or because she was never going to see her baby girl get married. It was most probably because she was proud of her son and Melissa deciding to do the right thing and get married, proud that he'd written his vows himself and proud that she'd brought him up to be a caring and loving man.

They took their seats at the top table, Gill and Kevin on one side and Camilla on the other.

The cheering turned to murmurs as people began to talk amongst themselves.

Sammy turned to his mother and handed her an envelope. She opened it to find two plane tickets to Venice and a hotel reservation receipt. She looked at Sammy, confused.

"Sammy, what-"

"Be quiet, mum. I want you and Kevin to have the tickets."

"But why have you bought them for us?" Gill asked.

"I didn't," Sammy replied. "Uncle Jeff did."

"Well why did he buy them for us?" Gill asked, getting a little impatient.

"He didn't! He bought them for me and Melissa for our honeymoon because I told him that we couldn't afford one. The tickets are for tonight but we can't go because Melissa's 8 months pregnant and he can't return or exchange them. I want you and Kev to go, it's the least you deserve after the past couple of months."

Gill was beginning to tear up again. With her away all the time, how had her son grown up to be such a wonderful human being? She kissed Sammy on his head.

"Thank you," she whispered.


Kevin climbed into the black cab, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. It didn't take much to make him happy. Gill opened the door to the taxi and turned to face Sammy and Melissa.

"Thank you again," she said.

"It's okay. Now go or you'll be late!" Sammy replied.

"And you'll be okay?" she asked.

"We'll be fine," Sammy insisted, patting Melissa's bump. "Won't we, Mrs Murray?" he asked Melissa.

Melissa nodded.

"Okay. Well, goodbye." Gill leaned over to kiss her son and her new daughter-in-law and climbed into the taxi alongside Kevin.

"Fancy a quick fumble?" Kevin asked.

"Oh, behave," was Gill's response.


"Kevin, can you please hurry up and just choose a sandwich?!" Gill shouted from the check-in desk.

"One minute. It's really hard to choose. Shall I get chicken mayo or cheese and pickle?" he asked.

"I really couldn't care less," Gill replied tiredly.

"It's okay!" Kevin shouted, sprinting over. "I chose cheese and pickle."

"At last! Now hurry up, we're going to be late," Gill said, taking hold of Kevin's hand so he couldn't wonder off anywhere, and leading him to the boarding gate.


They sat down in their seats right at the back of the plane.

"So now that we're here, do you fancy getting a bit funky?" Kevin asked.

"A bit funky?! What the hell are you on, Kevin?!"

"You know, a little bit of sexy time?" Kevin asked in a funny voice.

"Sexy time?! Have you been with Rachel for too long?" Gill asked. "And no, I don't!"

"No, I haven't! All the kids are saying it nowadays!"

"Yeah, all the kids," Gill replied sarcastically.

"Haven't you ever wanted to be a member of the mile high club, Gill?" he joked.

"No! Or course I haven't! What a stupid thing to even suggest!"

"Sorry Gill." Kevin looked down, pouting.


"Well this is going to be a fun holiday(!)"

"It will only be as fun as you make it," Gill replied.

Kevin nodded and looked around the plane, obviously bored. A few seconds passed.

"Are we there yet?" he asked.

"For God's sake, Kevin! If you carry on like this, it's going to be a very long plane journey!" Gill hissed.



"Here's your key to the Bridal Suite, Mr and Mrs Murray."

"Actually, we're not married." Gill corrected the receptionist.

"Oh." She looked confused.

"It's a long story," Gill replied. She took the key and headed upstairs.

Gill opened the door to their suite to reveal a heart shaped bed with rose petals scattered on it.

"Wow!" she gasped. "I knew Bridal Suites were nice but I didn't think they were this nice!"

"Actually, the rose petals were my idea. I phoned ahead and asked them to do this. A little sorry to you for being so annoying on the plane."

She gasped. Gill turned around and kissed Kevin.

"I love you, Kevin Lumb," she whispered, kicking the door shut.

Gill started to unbutton Kevin's shirt. "What was that you were saying earlier about getting a little funky?" she asked.

Kevin giggled and pulled Gill's shirt over her head. He leant over and kissed Gill, his hand sliding inside her bra.

"Fast mover, aren't you?" Gill giggled, taking off Kevin's belt and ripping off his trousers. She took off her tights and stepped out of her skirt.

Kevin sat on the bed to take off his shoes and Gill jumped on top of him.

"Jesus, Gill! Bit keen, aren't you?"

"I can't help who I fall in love with," Gill replied.

Gill pushed Kevin down onto the bed and lay next to him, kissing his neck.

Kevin giggled. He pulled the sheet over them and they disappeared for ages.