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I pushed the off button as soon as Harry left the car. Damien Rice was becoming too much to handle at the moment. Too many emotions were already swirling around my body, making me dizzy and confused. I got home on automatic pilot, only realising I arrived when I pulled up our drive way. I swallowed at the sight of the dark windows, would I ever get used to that? 

I left my shoes underneath the stairs and hung my coat over the banister, very unlike me not to put them where they belong, but I didn't bother for once. I went upstairs, making a stop in the bathroom to brush my teeth and get a glass of water, before opening the door to our -my- bedroom. I smiled at the family photos that were set on the nightstands. One of our wedding pictures stood on one of them, sided by a picture from our last family holiday, before David got really sick. It didn't seem so bad back then. He had felt a little under the weather before we left, but nothing extremely worrying. He had a scan taken the day before we left, our GP had assured us it was just a formality, a precaution. Turns out it were the last careless weeks of our relationship. We were both grinning, holding hands and arms wrapped around the kids. Sam was only 5 back then, he would turn 6 in November. Jude found herself such a grown up back then, while she was only 12, and Kate really was still a careless little girl, three weeks after her 10th birthday. David's illness reflected the most on her, I think, she became more serious, a bit like me when my mum had passed away.

I sighed at the memories, it had been a great holiday, lots of sun, sand and sea, but most of all a lot of fun and fooling around. I chuckled at the thought of what David had said when we booked the hotel.

"Come on Liam, the kids are old enough to share a hotel room by themselves. Please? It's been years since we've had sex on holiday, apart from a quickie in the shower." I hesitated, Sam was still pretty young, and although Jude pretended to be an adult and she was pretty responsible, I wasn't sure if we could leave her kind of in charge of her siblings, even if we were only down the hall. 

We were laying on our bed with the laptop, heads towards the back end as we laid on our stomach. 

"Look, it doesn't even cost that much more, please Liam?" He got up on his knees and turned me around, his legs straddling my hips as he leaned down. "Come on, you know what you do to me when I have to watch you walk around in your swimming shorts all day and I get to do no touching." His lips grazed my earlobe as he used his husky, groany voice of which he knew it could turn me on in a second. I pushed him off of me before he'd take it too far. It was a Sunday morning and the kids were only downstairs watching a movie, it wouldn't be long before they would come running upstairs, whining for breakfast, other than the cereal that were probably all over the kitchen floor by then. 

"Fine. We'll take seperate rooms. But you do realise you're setting a high standard for the Spanish nights, right?" I winked at him and proceeded booking the trip, only shutting the laptop down a minute before three pair of feet were heard on the stairs. 

I dropped my clothes on the floor and changed into my pyjama bottoms before pulling the sheets back and falling down on the mattress. He sure lived up to the high standard that holiday, I had nothing to complain about. I turned around to take another look at the picture on the other side of the bed. He had requested I would put it there, he wanted to look at it when he was spending most of his days in here. In the end he could hardly get out of bed to take a shower. 

I shrugged off the nasty memories and picked up my phone I had thrown on the bed earlier, plugging it into the charger before opening the messaging app and sending Harry a text like I had promised. 

I had a great time tonight, thanks. Love, Li.

The screen turned black when I pressed the power button after setting my alarm for only 5 hours later.