Who's the real you?

Chapter Forty- Four

With Alytain floating around for the Christmas period, Belle had to find different excuses to escape the house as her father and her husband tried to convince Belle to stay longer with her kids.

Hannah laid back on Channing's bed, she rested her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. She intertwined his fingers with her's.

They knew December wasn't going to be easy for either of them, Channing knew Hannah needed to spend the holiday period with her family while he struggled to find his sense of family during the month.

"It's a shame you have to go."

Hannah shifted her gaze up to Channing's face, she could see the hurt over his face "Once this is all over, I can spend a little longer." She comfortably adjusted herself to look up at Channing.

"What about if you moved in?"

"What?"

"Move in. You and the kids, I've got enough space. You three can move in, I can add an extension for your dad."

Hannah couldn't find her words; all her mind would let her do was fumble with it's thought.

Channing could read it over her face, he had asked too much too quickly. He instantly felt like he shouldn't of asked.

Hannah could see it over his face, the instant regret of asking her "Channing, it's not.." She couldn't find the right words "it's just." What excuse could she come up with? She knew in this very moment that she had to tell him about Alytain and tell him about Belle, but she loved when Channing saw her as Hannah, she loved when she could just forget about her lie filled illusion "I think."

Channing watched as Hannah fumbled her words, he couldn't tell the way her mind moved with its thoughts.

"In the new year."

Channing tried to brace himself.

"I think the kids and I would like that."

Channing couldn't hide his smile; he leant his head down before pressing his lips softly onto Hannah's lips. He held her gently yet tight in his arms as they allowed the moment to re-take over their passion.