If heart ache was a physical pain, I could face it.

Part Forty

Toms POV

As I walk downstairs and into the kitchen to make Anne breakfast in bed, I hesitate slightly as I realise it will just be me and Max in the room.

Hopefully it won't be too awkward.

"How is she?" He asks while looking up from his breakfast.

"Still asleep." I reply, as I begin getting things out of the cupboard. Wondering what I should suggest to Anne that the two of us do today. But sadly no ideas come to mind. Max was always great with thinking up sweet ideas. Walks in the park, romantic meals, surprises.

I want to do something original.

But even as I'm thinking it I know that it's just an excuse. Truth is, Max is the one with all the good ideas, and sadly breakfast in bed is the height of my imagination.  He was the perfect romantic boyfriend, me I care more about sex than days out. And that’s never bothered me before.

 Until now.

Now I want more. Now I want to giver her more.  She deserves that now that we’re not simply dating. I want to be the best fiancée I can be.

Max’s POV

“What’s up with you?” I ask as Tom starts pulling the food out of the cupboards with more force than necessary.

“I just want to do something special for her.” He replies annoyed.

“I’d say breakfast in bed in pretty special.” I reply smiling.

“I want to do something more than that! But I’m not the cute type you know that as well as I do, the thing I care most about is sex.” I take a deep breath, knowing that what I am about to say is going to hurt me, but also knowing that in order to really make Tom believe that I have forgiven everything; that I do need to say it. So forcing a smile onto my face I begin to talk.

“Look you must have had a place.” I start, not realising how hard it would actually be to say. “A place where the two of you went off to when me and her were still together.  You can’t have been there for a while, take her with a picnic or something.” I manage to say, as Toms face breaks out into a smile.

“Thanks Max.” He smiles while heading out of the room with Anne’s food.

“Oh, and Tom, let her think it was your idea.” I add, making sure he believes that I genuinely want to help him.

Hopefully this won’t backfire.

 Anne’s POV

“Go away.” I mumble into the pillow as Tom tries shaking me awake. “It’s too early.” I add, annoyed as he laughs at my reluctance to wake up.

“Babe it’s gone ten.” He replies laughing more loudly as I pull one of his pillows over my head. I forgot how amazing it is to sleep in your own bed.

“I don’t care.” I mutter, my voice muffled by the pillow.

“I made you breakfast in bed.” He adds, and I pretend to ignore him, when actually now I do care. He’s never made me breakfast in bed before, I know he said he was going to take care of me, but I never expected this. I never expected anything truthfully. “I guess I’ll just have to eat it all myself then.” He continues, teasing me now. “I mean, you know how much I love fresh fruit and a ham and cheese omelette with orange juice and tea...” This has the desired effect and I instantly sit up. Not only has he made me breakfast in bed, but also my favourite breakfast. I can’t quite believe it.

“No, no. You’ll get fat you pig.” I say reaching for the tray, as a look of fake hurt crosses Tom’s face.

“And why won’t you?” He asks, raising one eyebrow at me.