Thank you to everyone still reading. This is the last chapter of the story and is for Melissa. She's helped me with nearly every chapter and leaves amazing babbly reviews;)

"KEVIN! Hurry up, we'll be late!" Gill shouted as she got into a cab outside Manchester International Airport.

Kevin came running up behind Gill, carrying both his and Gill's suitcases filled with souvenirs and gifts.

"Late for what?! We're going home!" Kevin replied, throwing the bags into the boot of the taxi.

"Oh, I don't know!" Gill replied. "I just want to get home and see my babies!"

"Your babies?" Kevin asked.

"Yes! My Sammy and Melissa, my new grandchild, ooh and my Pinot Grigio. You can't get proper wine in Venice!"

"You can't get proper wine?" Kevin asked, shocked that Gill thought that. "Venice makes some of the finest wine in the world!"

"Well they didn't sell Pinot Grigio, you know that's my favourite!"

"That's your problem, you don't appreciate fine wines," Kevin teased.

"No, I don't appreciate the price of fine wines," Gill replied.

"Yeah, anything under £10 and you're fine!" Kevin joked.

"Sounds good to me," Gill replied.

Kevin smiled and put his hand on Gill's knee.

"I do love you, Gill," he whispered into her ear.

"I know. I love you too, that's why we're getting married. What's brought this on, one minute we're joking and the next you're getting all serious?" Gill asked.

"I don't know," Kevin replied. "I keep thinking back to the ice cream shop when Giovanni and practically all the other men were flirting with you. I don't blame them, you looked stunning, you always do. I just keep thinking how lucky I am to have you. You could have any man in the world because you're so beautiful, but you chose me."

"Aw, Kev! That's so sweet!" Gill leaned across and kissed him on the cheek. "There was something I was meaning to tell you."

"Yeah? What is it?" Kevin asked.

"I wanted to say how much these past two weeks have meant to me. Showing me around the town was amazing and you telling me all that personal stuff couldn't have been easy, and I really respect your bravery. For all you know, I could have laughed in you face, but obviously I wouldn't do that. After Dave, I never thought that I'd have another chance at being happy but I have. Then after the baby, I thought I could never get through it, but I did. When I have a tough day at work, I sometimes think about throwing the towel in, but I don't. And it's all because of you. You make me so happy, you were there every step of the way after the baby and you make me smile when I look out from behind my desk to see you making a model of something or other out of blue tack. Yes, you can be a knob sometimes, but you're a sweet knob. A caring knob. When we fight, it doesn't last for long because I can't bare to be without you. I've never told you this but you're the reason that I am who I am today. Without you, I would have given up ages ago. I love you so much. Thank you."

Kevin leant across the chair and went to kiss Gill. Their lips we almost touching.

"£5.40 please mate." Their moment was interrupted by the cab driver asking for his fare.

Kevin, a little annoyed, got out his wallet and paid the man.


Kevin waved the driver off after very little help with their suitcases while Gill struggled up the drive with their bags.

"Hey! Leave that, I can do it!"

"Oh, thanks Kevin. They're really heavy!" Gill replied.

"Yeah, I know! It's all the presents you decided to buy for everyone," Kevin joked.

"Can you hurry up?" Gill asked from near the front door. "I want to dump these and go and see Sammy and Melissa and the new baby. I wonder why they won't tell us what sex it is."

"Probably because they want to surprise you." You could hear the strain in Kevin's voice and he pulled the bags up the drive. He reached the front door and dropped the suitcases.

"The baby will still be here tomorrow, why don't you go and get some rest? We've had a tiring day," he suggested.

"No, Kev! I want to see them now!"

Kevin stepped up the step to the front door and stood on tip toes to kiss his future wife. Their lips parted and Gill smiled.

"I suppose it wouldn't matter if we go over in a couple of hours," Gill said, biting her bottom lip.

"It will be fine," Kevin replied, starting to unbutton Gill's shirt.

"Not out here," Gill whispered and put her key in the lock of the door.

"SURPRISE!" Everyone shouted.

Gill and Kevin stood shocked in the doorway.

"Sorry to, erm, spoil your fun." Sammy regarded his mother's half unbuttoned shirt that revealed her bra and Kevin's undone belt.

"Yes, erm, sorry about that." Gill coughed and buttoned her shirt back up while Kevin buckled his belt.

"That's alright, Gill, we know what you're like," Melissa spoke up, handing them both a glass of wine.

"Oh, no thanks. I think I'll stick to Coke tonight." Gill rejected the drink.

Melissa found this strange. "That's not like you, Gill. It's Pinot Grigio, your favourite."

"No, it's okay. I'll keep you company on the soft drinks. We'll be the only ones sober in a few hours," was Gill's reply.

"Oh, okay then," Melissa replied, a little disappointed.

"Where's my grandchild then?" Gill asked, getting excited.

"She's asleep upstairs, follow me."

"She? It's a girl?" Gil asked.

"Yeah," Melissa smiled.


Gill opened Sammy and Melissa's door to see a pink bundle inside the Moses basket. She peered over the crib and gasped.

"She's beautiful!"

"Thank you," Melissa replied. "We all reckon she looks like you."

Gill smiled and a tear fell down her face.

"I'm so sorry, Gill," Melissa said, spotting the tear. "I should have thought before bringing you up here, it's so soon after your accident and the baby and stuff. We can go back downstairs if you want."

"No. No!" Gill insisted, wiping away the tear. "It's not because I'm sad, it's because she's so beautiful. Can I hold her?"

"Of course you can," Melissa replied, picking up the bundle and handing her to Gill.

The baby began to stir and Gill soothed her back to sleep.

"What's her name?" Gill asked.

"Skye," Melissa replied.

"That's a beautiful name."

"Thank you. Her name's Skye Gillian Murray," Melissa smiled.

"Gillian?" Gill asked.

"Yeah, after you. I insisted that her middle name was that. You've been so good to me, Gill, and more like a mother to me than my own mother has ever been. I wanted to thank you in this way."

"Aw, thank you, Mel!" Gill felt touched.

"You're welcome."

Gill stared at her grandchild, still in awe of how beautiful she was.

"Gill?" Melissa asked.

Gill looked up.

"What's the real reason that you're not drinking tonight?"

"Oh, erm." Gill coughed. "I've… erm, I've had quite a lot to drink the past two weeks, I think it's time to give my liver a rest. And erm…" Gill trailed off.

"What?" Melissa asked.

"It doesn't matter! I'll tell you later. I've gotta go see Kevin." Gill handed Skye back to Melissa and ran out the room.


"Kevin, can I have a word?" Gill asked, appearing in the doorway of the living room. Kevin, a little drunk already, raised his pint to Gill.

"Heeeeeey! It's ma ladyyy!"

"A word!" Gill shouted.

Kevin followed Gill into the kitchen where there was no guests.

Gill turned around to be met by Kevin's lips. His roaming hands fondled with her breast.

"No, Kev. Not now." Gill tried to push Kevin off her.

"I looove you," Kevin whispered. "Let's go upstairs!"

"Kev, I've got something to tell you. I need to tell you now, it's about what happened in Venice."

"I thought we were never going to talk of that again." Kevin's face suddenly became serious.

"No, it's not about that," Gill replied, remembering what Kevin was talking about. "It's about what we got up to on our first day there. I found out this morning."

"What?" Kevin asked.

Gill looked into his eyes and held the back of his head so that she could pull herself closer in order to whisper into his ear.

"I'm pregnant."