Picture Perfect

Chapter Thirty-Five - Tyler

Hi all! I'm posting this with the epilogue today so don't forget to go and read that one too! Speech time!

This is probably my favourite book that I've ever written. It is the cosiest, warmest thing I've written, and I adore it. I love looking at non-traditional families, the building of new relationships, the handling of broken-down relationships. I'm not a parent myself (and don't ever plan on being a parent), but I love kids, and I love being part of the lives of the kids around me, like my niece who's due to be born in September! Saskie is one of my favourite characters, and I loved revisiting this and rewriting it.

I hope you have enjoyed reading this book, and please do leave a comment and a like if you did! I read every comment I get, and they all fill me with happiness. Thank you for spending your time reading my work. I really appreciate it.

All my love,

Cam

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Chapter Thirty-Five

Tyler

Eighteen Months Later

"You're leaving me."

I sighed, picking up the box of my clothes. "Sorcha, we've been discussing this for two months. I am not leaving you."

Sorcha collapsed dramatically on the sofa, which was being picked up by Rowan and Adam. They promptly dropped it, although they made a valiant effort at supporting both the sofa and her.

"Sorcha," I scolded her, kicking her in the ankle. "Can you please try and be helpful?"

"Elliot is dominating our lives," she told me in an overdramatic fashion. "I can't believe you're buying a stupid house together. Tyler, you're going to be a kept woman."

I rolled my eyes. "Hardly, I have a job."

"That you're moving out of," she said, and then clutched her heart. "Oh God, can you feel that? My heart is beginning to slow down."

"Good," I told her sharply.

She rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. "I'm going to die of misery."

"Hurry up and do it, then," I said, checking my watch. "Elliot is waiting at the new house and I want to get the bulk of the furniture over today."

"Abandoner," was her only response.

I sighed deeply and told Rowan and Adam, "Just step over her. If you stand on her face, she has only herself to blame."

"Got it," Rowan said, moving to pick up the sofa again. Sorcha very quickly moved out of the way, grinning at them both and grabbing one of the nearby boxes, done with her melodramatic fit of angst.

"Sask!" I called. "We're heading over with the first load! Are you coming with or staying here?"

"Staying here!" she called back from upstairs. "Packing my dolls! They need to go in the right order!"

I didn't argue. If Saskie was busy trying to organise the complex social hierarchy of her Barbies, I didn't have to check every box to make sure she wasn't hiding in it.

"Right," I said to Sorcha, who shot me a mulish look that was absolutely just for the sake of it, given that two seconds earlier she'd been chatting happily with Adam. "Ready to see our beautiful house?"

"If I must see it," Sorcha sniffed. "Is it far?"

"Ages away," I lied. 

Elliot and I had made a point of not telling her where our new house was, which had meant a great deal of lying to her about when our viewings and survey work was being done. It had started out that way because we wanted to make sure we'd found somewhere the three of us loved before we shared it, and then it just became an ongoing joke that we wouldn't tell Sorcha where it was. It had become increasingly funny when we'd told Siobhan where it was, and let her join in on the running gag.