Hate leaving him

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"Don't go!" Matthew cries and grabs Joe's leg.

"Matthew let go!" Joe says sternly.

"Pease stay" he begs and looks over at Niamh.

"We'll be back Tuesday" Niamh smiles, "and then Wednesday we will fly home so you can play with all your toys" she adds.

Barbara and Brian come through to say their goodbyes to see Matthew. "Come on now let go" she says and tries to get him off.

Matthew sits on the floor and cries as they step out the door. "Matthew are you a boy or a girl? Because right now you're acting like a little girl" Niamh says.

"I'm not a girl!" He cries and lays himself down and cries into the floor.

"Stop behaving like one then" she smirks as Brian lifts Matthew up off the floor and watches the two leave.

Matthew pulls a face and holds onto Brian as he watches Joe and Niamh head out the house.

Niamh smiles at him and blows a kiss to Matthew as she gets into the car they've hired out. "Oh I hate leaving him like this" Niamh sighs.

"Same" Joe sighs and he starts the car and pulls away.

"He'll be alright won't he" she asks as she looks out of the window.

"Of course he'll be fine" Joe smiles as he rests his hand on her knee after he's changed the gears.

She turns to him and smiles and he drives."So where is this place?" He asks.

"Oh I'll put the satnav on" she says.

"That would be helpful I don't know where I'm going" he laughs as Niamh puts it in the satnav.

"Happy now?" She giggles as the satnav starts to give directions.

"Thank you" Joe smirks and follows the directions.

"So what's planned?" She asks.

Joe glances at her and smirks before putting his eyes on the road. "Sex, sex and oh guess what more sex" he teases.

"Anything else or is that it" she laughs. "There's a beautiful beach and a few lovely restaurants" she smiles.

"Aww you wanted to leave the hotel room" he jokes.

"Well yeah can't stay in that hotel for six days straight" she smiles.

"Well that's no fun... are you scared I might poke the baby's head" he laughs.

"Joe!" She laughs and hits his leg playfully.

Joe laughs and carries on driving until they start to get close to where they are going.

"Joe I need the toilet" Niamh says.

"Can you wait another five minutes until we can find somewhere" he asks. She nods and sits quietly, He drives a little more until they come to a place to stop.

Niamh looks at Joe and smiles a little. "Shall we stop for ten minutes or should I wait for you here" Joe asks.

She nods and looks at him again, "so you going to the toilet or what?" He asks.

"Yes" Niamh laughs.

She gets out the car and goes to the toilet and Joe sits in the car on his phone.

It's not long after and Niamh comes back and to Joe in the car.

"Sorted?" He asks and she nods.

"Off we go then" he smiles and they head off.

Around twenty minutes later they pull up and Joe looks at Niamh confused. "Are you sure this is the right place?" Joe asks.

Niamh looks around them "yeah" she says.

"This doesn't look like hotels" Joe says.

"Dad booked it he said it's the best place to go in Malaysia" she says.

"Hm let's explore then" he smiles as he pulls up, She gets out the car and follows Joe.

He locks the car and walks around the car. He takes hold of her hand as they start to walk.

They walk up to a small wooden house which says open on it and they head inside. At the desk is sat an old woman who has a fan on next to her.

"Hi, I think we've got a booking here?" Joe asks as they approach her.

"Name?" She says bluntly and looks at her booking sheets.

"McFadden?" He asks and looks over at Niamh as the woman goes silent.

She reads through the bookings and finds their names, "I'll need a copy of your passports" she says.

"Yeah sure" Joe says. "Have you got them in your back?" He asks Niamh.

She nods and opens up her handbag and gets them out and hands them over. The women looks at Joe's and puts it down and then looks at Niamh, "what's your name?" She asks.

"Niamh" Niamh tells her.

She looks down at the passport again and looks at the photo, "okay" she says and takes them to be photocopied.

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