A/N: Hi everyone. Hope you're enjoying the story. I really don't intend for the chapters to be as long as they are but oh well.

17/06/97

Dear Diary,

For the past week I've been staying with Uncle Ray for a week so been having proper meals. He's had to take me to Luigi's in the evening though because he doesn't want to leave me in his flat for long periods or time nor does he want to face the wrath of my mum. Speaking of…mum and me never spoke about the argument from the other day. I haven't seen her much honestly, she stopped going to Luigi's daily once I was born replacing it with a Friday night treat instead. From what I've heard from Uncle Ray, she isn't even going on Fridays now instead dedicating her time to visiting dad instead. I think I've only seen her for an hour in the whole week since I moved in here.

I'm not lacking in support though. My friends at school have been helping me loads and I've even gained some new mates; David and Jason. David is one of the most popular boys in the year and one of the richest too. His dad works in imports and owns massive warehouses at the docks that he stores them. He makes so much money from it! I was heavily surprised when he started talking to me but then he said that his dad had been missing for loads of his life when he was younger so he gets what I'm going through which is a massive help as I can rant to him about school and family. David said that my dad will be fine and that loads of people recover from injuries like his. I hope he's right and I know that my dad would never give up knowing he would be leaving us all behind.

Anyway, I was sitting on the sofa watching some sappy movie with Uncle Ray. I wasn't really interested in the movie and had no idea what was going on. Uncle Ray didn't look that into either but there was nothing else on and I didn't feel like wondering onto the centre of London to do something. The main protagonist was currently arguing with her love interest, who was about to leave town.

'I'm leaving and there' nothing you can do.' The male character said stroking his lovers face.

'But I'm pregnant.'

Rolling my eyes, I groaned at the obvious plot of the movie. Uncle Ray glanced at me from his position on the sofa. His elbow was resting on the sofa, with his hand supporting his face. He shifted his position, so he was fully looking at me now.

'Has anyone ever told you the story of when your mum and dad told us they were expecting you?'

I shook my head, I tried not to think about anything to do with my parents love life. It heavily grosses me out but compared to this ghastly movie, I was willing to listen.

'Well…'

The A-Team had just successfully prevented a bank robbery. With there being a number of witnesses, the evidence against him was concrete and he was booked immediately. It had been a two weeklong case, and everyone was glad that it was over. To celebrate, everyone was currently having a massive 'piss up' at Luigi's. Luigi groaned as he heard the familiar thud of the CID clambering down the steps and prepared himself for the enormous amount of drinks he would have to serve. Gene and Alex entered first, with the formers arm wrapped tightly round his fiancée shoulders. Even though Luigi was glad that the two had finally gotten together, he wishes that they would spend more nights upstairs in the senorita's flat instead of down here disturbing customers.

'Your best single malt please Luigi and a bottle of your house finest for the missus.' Gene barked over at the bar and he and Alex took their seat at the back of the restaurant.

The others quickly said their orders to the overworked owner before sitting down and retelling the triumph of the prevent bank robbery to those who weren't there to witness it. Luigi was quick in serving their drinks and did receive a fair few thank you's in return much to his surprise before quickly scuttling off to serve his other customers. Everyone was in high spirits and the drinks kept pouring in. Gene was bullied by Alex into getting everyone a round even if it was cheap stuff. He served gave each member of his team a single shot of whiskey. Grabbing the last two of the bar, he walked over to his seat opposite Alex and next to Ray.

'Where have Chris and Shaz wondered off to?' He asked looking down the table.

'They're too busy putting me off my drink.' Ray complained shaking his head towards Chris and Shaz, who were sat in the corner. The young woman was currently sitting on her husband's lap, her arms draped around his neck while the man in question was leaning back against the wall, his arms wrapped around his wife tightly so she wouldn't fall off. The pair were caught in, what Alex was sure the 21st century would dub as tonsil tennis and had been since they grabbed their drinks and sat down. All the men looked on in disgust and Gene decided that he and Ray could have their whiskey shot instead.

'Just because all of you have forgotten what young love looks like.' Alex commented taking a sip of her drink.

'That's not young love, that's teenage hormones they're displaying there.' Gene replied back still disgusted, 'Imagine if that was us over there bolly?'

'Please don't…Give me something to throw at them Guv.' Ray asked with his back turned to the couple, 'Please.'

'Don't you dare. Just ignore them.' Alex ordered, although truthfully, she was unsure how much longer she could look at it without being 'grossed out' as Molly would put it. Gene was right, she could not imagine doing that with him.

The couple in question were oblivious to the disturbance they were causing around them. Shaz pulled her husband closer deepening their kiss. With a little moan of pleasure, Shaz dropped an arm down from his neck, slowly dragging it down his body until she reached it belt.

'Jesus Shaz.' Chris exclaimed jumping back slighting and breaking off the kiss, 'Not in public.'

'I don't care anymore, you almost died today. I want to show my husband how much I love him.' She whispered close to his face before slipping her tongue back into his mouth. Returning the favour for a few seconds, Chris pulled away again and looked over at his colleagues.

'One sec lover.' He said picking her up and placing her next to him. He walked back over to the large tables with some of the lads cheering as he did so. He knew he looked a right state and no doubt had swollen lips by now.

'You eventually run out of energy then?' Ray asked lighting a cigarette, 'Or has the missus got bored of you?'

Deciding to ignore Ray and make this quick, Chris looked over at Alex, 'Um Ma'am could I borrow your keys…for your flat. I'm not feeling to well.'

Sighing loudly, Alex reached into her back and handed him her keys, 'Be quick and please don't make a mess.'

Chris sheepishly smiled and nodded, and he made his way back to Shaz. Whispering something into her ear, she giggled before following him up to her boss's flat.

It had been a just after a month or so since the bank robbery. It was Thursday morning and Shaz wasn't feeling that well. She remembered that Ray was ill a few weeks ago with a stomach bug so had evidently caught it from him. Wiping her mouth clean of any sick residue that remained by using toilet paper, she stood up shakily. Giving her mouth the once over with mouthwash, she left the bathroom and clambered back into bed to rest for 45 minutes before the alarm went off. She heard a groan from next to her, Chris shifted over and draped his arm over her middle and shuffled closer to her. Placing one of her hands-on top of his arm, Shaz shut her eyes and let her mind drift. There were no important upcoming events that she needed to prepare for, in fact she was hoping for a quiet few weeks. Glancing across at her sleeping husband, she started stroking his hair wondering how she made it this far in life and how lucky she was to have a husband, house and a secure job.

It was just after nine when the couple did walk through the CID doors, Shaz was pleased to see that nobody was up to much; Ray was smoking at his desk while reading a magazine, the other officers were chatting amongst themselves not doing any work either. Only DI Drake seemed to be making any form of progress through her pile of paperwork as Guv was busy throwing darts in his office. Sitting down at her desk, Shaz looked at the tall pile of paper that sat in front of her and started working through it.

She managed to get through half of it when she overheard Ray and Chris talking. Ray had suggested going to the films after work to watch the latest action, but Chris declined saying that Shaz wasn't very well and he wanted to look after her. After Ray hurled a few insults at Chris, she stood up and walked over to Rays desk ready to defend herself and her husband. She wasn't sure what had happened. One minute she was arguing with Ray about being misogynist, the next she felt the coolness of Ray's jacket on her right cheek with his arms grabbing her biceps. She could hear Chris faintly in the background calling her name panicked.

'Shaz! Shazza!' Chris exclaimed as he ran over to her, 'Easy. What happened?'

Shaz had no idea if he was talking to her or Ray. Luckily the detective sergeant decided to answer anyway, 'No idea mate, she just collapsed on me. Had a few too many last night eh?'

'She didn't drink last night. Wasn't feel well were you Shazza?' Chris replied back holding her up in case she collapsed again.

'I haven't been feeling too great to be honest with you. I just need to sit down for a while. I'll be fine honestly.' She replied back but still leaning on Chris as she did so.

'I'm going to take you to hospital.' Chris decided grabbing a pair of keys for one of the pool cars.

'Chris! I'm fine.' Shaz tried to reassure him despite still feeling uneasy on her feet. Chris still held the keys in his hand and looked unsure at his wife. He didn't want to argue with her but at the same time, Ray was never this ill when he had the bug. Noticing the look of conflict on his friend's face, Ray intervened.

'Just go to the hospital Shaz. Nothing wrong with a check-up.'

'What about the Guv?' She asked timid.

'I'll cover for you both. It's only three hours till beer o'clock anyway.'

Once the couple arrived at the hospital, they were told to wait in A&E and that it' should only be an hour or so. Shaz still complained that this was a massive overreaction, but Chris wasn't willing to take any risks. The couple each picked up a magazine, Shaz going for and old version of cosmopolitan while Chris somehow found a magazine focussed on football, the pair sat in silence waiting for their turn. It wasn't until Chris had finished his 6th magazine and finished doing the quiz on whether he was the romantic partner in the relationship or not before a nurse called Shaz up to see a doctor.

'Everything seems fine.' The doctor announced as he entered the cubicle, 'Bloods are normal, potassium levels are good. Oestrogen levels are high but that's to be expected during pregnancy.'

The couple blinked in surprise before looking at each other as the doctor continued listing the tests he had taken. Shaz was the first one to break out of the initial surprise.

'Sorry, did you say pregnancy?' She asked her voice higher than normal.

'Hmm, 5 weeks I'd say. Didn't you know?' The doctor asked timidly.

'No. No I mean... I didn't think... work's been so busy that I didn't notice I was late.'

'Oh well. In that case, congratulations.' The doctor said smiling, 'I guess we've figured out why you haven't been really that great. Morning sickness is very common in the first trimester. I'll page a midwife to come talk to you.'

With that the doctor left, pulling the curtain as he did so. Shaz glanced back up at Chris who still seemed to be processing everything. It took a few more seconds before, he managed to say anything.

'You're pregnant?' He stated slowly.

'Yeah.' Shaz replied back still shocked herself

'But we've always been careful though haven't we?' Chris asked as the nurse left the room, 'Not that this isn't great. It's amazing…I'm just.'

'Maybe we weren't careful enough?' Shaz suggested rubbing her flat stomach lovingly. She'd always wanted kids and although it was a shock, she was glad that she was pregnant, 'Doesn't matter though does it? We're still having a baby.'

Placing his hand over hers, Chris looked down at her stomach and muttered, 'Yeah. Yeah we are.'

Still puzzled about how she could have missed something so common like her period, Shaz tried to remember her last one. Realising when her last one was, Shaz stopped rubbing her stomach, her eyes widened in realisation, 'Oh god.'

Panicked Chris shifted his gaze from her stomach to her face, 'What? Is something wrong? Shaz? Nurse! Nurse!'

'No. I don't need a nurse. Chris, you remember the bank robbery yeah and that evening in Luigi's?'

Chris nodded, he had vague memories off it, he wasn't drunk, but they were both rather merry that evening and very loved up.

'You remember when you go to key's to Ma'ams flat?'

Chris blushed slighting and nodded then something clicked for him as well. Their first child had been conceived on the bed belonging to the Guv and Ma'am.

The next day when Shaz was back at work, Chris was trying his hardest to be the doting husband and not letting his pregnant wife lift a finger. When she offered to make teas for everyone, he insisted that he would do it instead and gave her extra biscuits as he did so. If she needed to move paperwork around the station, he would insist that he carried it and asked her to remain at her desk. Shaz thought she would get some freedom once the A team were out on a call. She got up off her chair, stretching her legs as she did so but stopped when she noticed that someone had already grabbed her unfinished paperwork and placed it on her desk. Looking up, Shaz blinked astonished.

'Thanks Terry.' Shaz said confused as Terry gave a small grumble of acknowledgement, 'You don't have to get my paperwork for me.'

'DC Skelton said I had to. I owed him a favour.' Terry replied walking off.

Shaz sighed as she sat back down in her chair. She wasn't even that pregnant. 5 weeks. She had another 35 to go and no way could she cope with people tip toeing around her, making sure she was fine, making her feel redundant. Annoyed, she sighed as she continued to work which was where her doting husband found her a few hours later when he returned to CID. He went over to her and kissed her cheek.

'You alright lover?' He asked sitting on the corner of her desk.

'Fine seeing as I'm not actually allowed to do anything.' She snapped back harsher than she intended. Chris looked taken back by her small outburst and was unsure whether to stay or go back to his own desk. Sighing to herself, Shaz looked back up at Chris and whispered, 'I'm not delicate, I can do my job without Terry having to get involved you know? Nothing's going to happen to me.'

Nodding, Chris replied, 'I know but I don't want to risk it Shaz. You mean the world to me now, you both do. That baby was conceived on a promise to show how much you love me. I just want to do the same for you.'

He dared not look at Shaz after explaining himself especially after it was met with silence and then to his worry crying. Chris looked up and saw Shaz crying into her hands for the whole CID to hear. Everyone stopped working and looked over at the couple confused to what had happened. Chris had frozen, unsure on whether to comfort her or leave her to sort herself out.

'What have you done now you twonk?' Ray asked leaning back on his chair and taking a puff of smoke.

'Nothing. I swear.' Chris said looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

'Shaz.' Alex said softly walking over to her, 'Do you want to come to the ladies for a little chat.'

Still blubbering away, Shaz shook her head then wrapped her hands around Chris's neck embracing him in a hug which he cautiously returned. The whole CID remained confused and even DCI Hunt was loitering in his office door confused by the young woman's' actions.

'Shaz. Come on love. Pull yourself together.' He said trying to restore order to his team.

'I'm sorry Guv.' She muttered wiping her eyes and trying to calm herself down, 'I'm just so lucky to have the best husband in the world.'

Every male in the room groaned in response and resumed work immediately knowing that nothing was actually wrong with Shaz. Ray mutter 'bunch of poofs' under his breath and continued to looking through his paperwork.

The twelfth week came and neither Shaz nor Chris could wait for the scan. Both of them had asked for the afternoon off much to Guv's annoyance and Ray was quick to remark about it being their scheduled shagging session. Ignoring him, the pair kept glancing at each other and smiling at one another as if they were hiding a secret. Luckily for them, the morning was quiet and filled with writing up reports, but it meant the morning was dragging longer than normal. Chris was more restless than normal causing Ray to get more irritated with him. He'd already been on the receiving end of many balls of paper being thrown throughout CID.

'Right.' The midwife said, 'This is going to be cold.'

Shaz nodded showing that she's acknowledged the nurse, still too nervous to say anything. She grabbed Chris's hand tightly as the midwife tried to locate the baby's heartbeat. There were a few seconds of worrying silence but suddenly a steady thumping of a heart filled the room. Shaz squeezed her husband's hand tighter and they grinned at each other.

'Right. Here's your baby.' The midwife stated turning on the monitor.

Shaz and Chris could only just make out the outline of their baby. Shaz felt the tears in her eyes threatening to fall. She looked over at Chris who was mesmerised by the screen. The midwife was talking to them but neither one of them were paying that much attention. They were both still focused on their baby. It had suddenly become very real for the couple knowing that in just under 30 weeks, they'll be parents.

'Would you like a copy printed off?'

'Yes. Yes please.' Shaz replied nodding her head.

The couple had the rest of the afternoon off which they choose to fill learning about the rest of Shaz's pregnancy, making lists of what they needed once the baby was born and what they would need to baby proof the house. Once it reached beer o'clock, they headed straight for Luigi's to meet up with CID. Walking cautiously down the steps to appease Chris, Shaz entered the restaurant and located their friends and colleagues. She felt her husband place his hand gently around her shoulders and squeezed them. The pair had matching smiles as they made their way across the restaurant. Alex noticed them first and smiled as she sipped her white wine. She had an inkling for a week or so about the possible news.

Shaz looked back up at Chris and squeezed his hand as if to allow confidence to pour between their bodies.

'Excuse me' she said standing in front of everyone. Ray had come back from the bar and sat down at the chair in front of Shaz, pint of beer held securely in his hand, 'Chris and I have some news we'd like to share.'

The couple were still gleaming at each other. Chris cleared his throat, and everyone listened intently.

'Me and Shazza…well…come April, you can expect a new member of our family. We're having a baby.'

Alex stood up and instantly manoeuvred herself around the tables to hug Shaz tight. It took a few more seconds for it to sink in for Ray, who was mid sip and Gene, who raised an eyebrow surprised. When it eventually hit Ray, he looked over at Chris who was busy being congratulated from various members of the CID, even Gene was seen shaking his hand and muttering something that sounded very similar to 'congrats'. Standing up, the Detective Sergeant stepped over to his best mate and shock his hand.

'Congrats mate. That kid will be lucky to have you as a dad.'

'You think so?' He asked but his grin still hadn't faltered. If anything, Chris Skelton looked sheepish at the prospect of becoming a dad.

'I know so.'

'I had never seen him smile brighter than that before and let me tell you, he's been smiling that bright since you've been born. Of course, your dad was terrified that he would mess it up, but I'd say he's done a decent job.'

I smiled and nodded happily. Providing I wiped the first few details of that story out, I would try and remember that story for as long as I could especially with dad away. I could tell Uncle Ray wanted to ask me something. He kept tapping his finger against his thigh and glancing over at me as I drew. I continued colouring in my own shirt- a nice sky blue before Uncle Ray coughed gaining my attention.

'Listen Georgie, I just want to say quickly that I know your mum seems like she's being distant with it all but it's her way of coping. Her heart is breaking in two. Truthfully, I don't know how she will cope if your dad does die. I think she's preparing herself so she can look after you guys if he does.'

'I know. It's just everyone seems to being giving up on him. I know he's not tough like you and Uncle Gene, but it doesn't mean he won't survive.'

'I know but your mum is right. He is super poorly and even though he's improving, he's got some healing to do when he does wake up.'

'How long till he wakes up?' I asked, I wasn't really expecting an answer, but Uncle Ray gave one anyway.

'Last time I was there, the doctors said that it's just a matter of time. It could be during the week, if could be months from now.'

I nodded and noticed that mood had become rather sad. In an attempt to uplift it, I asked, 'Uncle Ray, what's your favourite memory of my dad?'

'Well.' He said laughing, 'There's so many, why?'

''So, I can draw it for him.' I replied.

'Ahh, well I should have some photos hidden away somewhere. How about we find them, and you can draw one of them for him or at least get some inspiration?' Uncle Ray suggested standing up and walking over to a draw. He picked up a bundle of photos and placed them in front of me

I stumbled upon another photo of two people I'd never recognised before. The male in the photo was wearing a black leather jacket, yellow and brown striped shirt and red flares. He was grinning at the photo and had his arm around the women standing next to him. She was sporting a brown leather jacket with a brown pull over jumper over a yellow shirt and a brown knee length skirt. She was smiling towards the camera too. I stared at the photo for a little longer before curiosity got the better of me.

'Uncle Ray, who are these people?' I asked showing him the photo.

He turned around and paused at the sight of the photo as if he'd seen a ghost. Taking the photo from my grasp, he held it closer to his face.

'Sam and Annie Tyler. Me, Uncle Gene and your dad used to work with them up in Manchester during the 70s. Long time ago. Very long time ago.'

'How come we've never met them?'

I knew I shouldn't have asked the question, but I was still confused to why I'd never seen them before.

'Urgh… they decided to go away. New start, I think. I'm not sure exactly. As I said long time ago.'

Uncle Ray placed the photo on the table and continued shuffling through the photos in his hand. Realising that the conversation was over I did the same. The photos were generally of him, my dad and Uncle Gene policing around Manchester and London. There were a few of mum and Auntie Alex and I had hilariously found a photo of dad on his stag night, but I didn't think he would appreciate me drawing him that one. He had a few of us kids as well especially of me and Tommy when we were little and some of me and Daisy when she had been born. I glanced at the next photo and discovered it was one of all my family. I briefly remembered that day, Uncle Ray had brought his new camera round for dad and Uncle Gene to look at. Auntie Alex said something about 'boys and their toys'. Anyway, they were testing it out by taking photos of the garden and the street before mum suggesting they take one of each family. Looking at the photo, I must have been around 8 at the time because my hair was a lot shorter than it is now and was definitely being styled by mum still. I was wearing light green t-shirt with some cartoon characters printed on it smiling wide showing off my mouth which had two front teeth missing. Daisy was sitting next to me wearing dungarees over a baby pink t-shirt. She too was grinning away and had yet to lose any of her baby teeth. Rosie was only around 1 then and was wearing a little matching outfit while sitting on mum's lap. Mum was sitting next to Daisy, who was leaning into her side and had a hand on Rosie's arm. Dad was sitting next to me wearing his 'signature grin' as Uncle Gene would put it, his arm was loosely hanging on the back of the sofa. We all looked so happy. I closed my eyes in an attempt to stop the sadness from taking over me. Luckily, I was interrupted by Uncle Ray laughing.

'Now, here's a picture you can draw. Tommy's 2nd birthday. That was an interesting day.'

He gave me the photo, in it were ten or so of kids grinning ear to hear. Wrapping paper was discarded all over the floor, Tommy was wearing a massive badge, covering up his whole upper body. I was standing next to him, smiling but I could tell it was forced. One of the girls next to me looked like she was shouting at the camera as the photo was being taken. None of the adults were present in the photo but George had no doubt that all five of them would have been there somewhere.

'Thanks.' I said getting up off the sofa, 'I'm going to start drawing this now. Do you want me to put the photo's away?'

'Don't worry about it. You get on with your little project.'

I was busy drawing the photo for the best part of the day. Drawing all the kids had taken up most of the day and it wasn't until just before dinner, which Uncle Ray treated me to fish and chips, that I started on the colouring. I didn't finish that till the evening and once I did, I jumped onto my bed and found my Walkman. Before placing the tap in, I overheard a conversation on the phone between Uncle Ray and mum.

'Of course, you're not a bad mum Shaz. Anyone would find this hard... George and his dad have always been close, it was bound to impact him somehow...he's just trying to cope...everyone needs help sometimes. It doesn't make you a terrible mother if you need help. Some women have nannies 24/7...It's just a week ok? I know but it's just like having a holiday. Loads of people leave their kids with family members ok. You're not a bad mum... I'll talk to him... Everything will be back to normal ok?'

Great. I made I'm feel even worse. I though my lack of presence would make things better for her. Why can't I get anything right?

'Ok, I'll talk to him about it. See what he says. Bye love.'

I quickly shoved my Walkman back on and pretended to be invested in my drawing. Uncle Ray knocked on the bedroom door and peered his head round.

'You ok Georgie?' He asked slowly entering the room which I found stupid as he technically owned it. He sat at the edge of the bed slightly unsure of himself which was unusual for him. Uncle Ray was always confident.

'So, umm. Listen about you and your mum. I know it's been a bit tough for you all at the moment especially because your older so more aware of what's happening compared to your sisters…Your mum says that you're getting into trouble at school and I know already there's more to that than what she told me because George Skelton does not get into trouble. From my memory, he's a well-behaved lad.'

'I'm not intentionally getting into trouble. It just happens you know and it's not even my fault…'

'You being bullied?'

'It was just lads' stuff you know. Anyway, it's not an issue anymore because David's my friend now so people are leaving me alone. No one has to worry.' I quickly said, I didn't want to talk about school, it was the only place where I wasn't constantly reminded of my dad.

'Hmmm and your grades? Your mum mentioned something about a letter and a slip up?'

'Well I wasn't really focussed when I had the mini assessments.' I muttered trying to keep my cool and then decided to explain myself, 'They were the week dad was admitted to hospital.'

Uncle Ray paused as he acknowledged what I had just said. A hint of understanding reached his face as he continued talking to me, 'So what's going on with you and your mum then?'

'Can't she ask me that herself.' I muttered as I laid back onto my pillow.

'I'm asking. Listen kiddo, your dad's my best mate and he loves all of you. You're his world and he would be heartbroken knowing that you're living here with me and what state your mum's in…'

'I just hate how everyone's giving up on him. I know we spoke about it earlier, but it just annoys me that mum and Auntie Alex keep saying if he wakes up but he's going to wake up. He wouldn't leave me here. You haven't given up on him.'

'They don't mean it like that…It's just…especially with Rosie and Daisy, they just don't want to get your hopes up. Of course, they want him to get better. Sometimes people think the worst so when the best does occur, they can really enjoy it you know? They can cry in relief. It's like I said earlier she's just wants to prepare for the worst so she can cope.'

'I guess…'

'I'm guessing that's not all then with your mum.' Uncle Ray said trying to encourage me to open up more, 'You've never fallen out with her before.'

'I haven't fallen out with her…I just think it'll be better if I weren't there. Another person to look after. She's so sad all the time and it's like she's walking around in a dream. I think she's only there because Daisy's loud and Rosie whines all the time…'

'She won't forget you lad. Is that what you're worried about? That she'll forget you?' He asked concerned, 'Georgie, she's never going to forget you. You're her only son. Her little artist.'

I was tempted to tell him how I cooked at home by myself when she was off visiting dad and Rosie and Daisy were at Uncle Gene's house but decided against it. I didn't want to worry Uncle Ray too much about me and make him annoyed at mum, so I nodded and gave him a small smile.

'Good lad. Right school tomorrow, better get some sleep.' He said standing up, 'Night George.'

'Night,' I called back as he shut my bedroom door.

I think Uncle Ray's going to suggest I go back home. I guess after what he said I should give mum a bit of a break and try not to mention dad around her- not like I was doing it beforehand constantly. I did try to get out her way and let her focus on Rosie and Daisy but maybe I should spend more time with her, it might make her feel better. I can't remember the last time I spent some quality time with mum. I'll suggest it to her tomorrow and see what she says. Might suggest we go to that art gallery in London. Anyway, I better be getting to bed. Speak soon,

George.

A/N: Hoped you enjoyed reading it.