Oneshots- Joe and Dianne 💜❤️

Meet the parents: A mothers instinct

Dianne's POV:

Life at Chewton Glen is just so simple. Gazing lazily at the sleeping figure beside me, I absent mindedly trace his features as I drift off into another daydream, reminiscing over our last few days with my parents and the memories we have made. I can't believe how quickly we have all settled into family life again, with Jospeh relaxing almost instantly with my parents and the general Buswell ways and how my parents have had nothing but positive things to say about my relationship for the first time in my dating history. In his sleep, Joe pulls me closer to him, his head resting on my chest and one arm draped across my waist, holding me so I can't move away from him; The only romantic contact I get round my parents is when we sleep, bless him! He is so focused on being the perfect gentleman and pleasing my parents that he won't even hug me infront of them, if I'm lucky he will hold my hand and I have great fun teasing him about it. Stroking the hair off his face, I press a loving kiss on his forehead and settle back down, allowing his to rest against me and sleep a little longer. Lifting my phone, the screen lights up revealing the picture that Dad took of Joseph and I sitting on the rocks of the beach, my heart floods once again. I think it is possibly my new favourite picture of us, it's so natural and unedited and we just look so content with each other, a true portrayal of how we are, without the cameras on. A quiet knock draws me from my thoughts and mums head peeps round the door, avoiding looking in the direction of the bed, " Dotty, are you awake?" she whispers and I cant help but giggle. " Yes mum, i'm awake, come in! Don't stand in the doorway you dingbat but be quiet as Joe is still out for it. What's up? You alright?" She danders over and sits softly on the edge of the bed, one resting on my arm, like she did when I was a child, her thumb stroking my skin in a circular motion and with that, it was suddenly like I was 7 again, trying to play sick and get out of school.

"Yeah everything is fine my Dot, the jet lag is still catching us a little bit I think, both you dad and I have been up since 5am so we are going to go for a little walk and maybe explore a little bit. This place is just so beautiful and I want to see it all before we go, I can only imagine how magical it was at Christmas, I remember looking at the pictures you sent us and thinking you were one lucky duck! We will probably be out for quite a while, don't worry about us, I've got my phone if we get stuck. I just wanted to let you know in case you got up and we weren't there." Getting up off the bed, mum leans down and kisses my dimple before heading towards the door, " By the way Dot? That Joe one is a cutie isn't he, you two just look the best together." With cheeks the colour of my hair, " Thanks mum! Have a nice time exploring and remember that we are planning to get lunch around two ish, massages at five so you have about five hours to explore, no rush. I love you mum!" I manage to stutter as she walks away. She always know just how to embarrass me, it must be a mothers instinct.

Rina's POV:

What an action packed day we have had in this magical place! After interrupting the two sleeping beauties this morning, Mark and I headed out to explore the lands attached to the treehouses and see what flowers we can see. " Oh Mark, you should have seen them this morning," I start as we make our way back to the treehouse after our massages. " Joe was curled up on her chest, all cuddled in and peaceful with Dot playing with his hair. They just looked so happy and Dot seems...lighter almost, like the livewire child we used to know. God Mark, I really think he is the one...call it mothers instinct but i'm almost sure." sighing happily, I feel completed now knowing my three babies are all in love and being looked after so well. I know I shouldn't have but I always worried more about Dotty than the boys; she was always more wild, more trusting and therefore, more easily hurt. She is the strongest, most determined woman I know but when she falls, it is hard and I've had to pick her up over and over again and doing that when she is the other side of the world, is slightly more difficult. I knew the minute her last relationship ended and she learned to trust Joe, I knew then that he was good for her, whether it be as a friend or as a boyfriend as I had predicted ( Look there, right again.) "Hey Reen? Are you even listening to me? The scores this season have been wild! Football is going places I tell you!" Mark rambles, fully aware that I haven't listen to a single word he has said recently, selective hearing is a Buswell Woman's best friend and I have no doubt that Dianne has learnt it from me.

The lovebirds headed back to the treehouse before we did, wanting to do a quick clean up while we explored a bit more and so on the way back, we expected them to be there, no doubt waiting to go to dinner knowing my daughter; she has always been forever hungry. I chuckle to myself as I open the door, halting slightly to glance around and spy the pair before we barge in and when I catch sight of them, I begin planning the wedding in my head. Joe is sat on the sofa with Dianne on the floor, settled inbetween his legs with her back against him and a black towel spread over his knee and plastic gloves on his hands as he gently brushes her tangled red hair out, stopping every few brushes to check he isn't hurting her and that she is okay. She quietly reassures him, reminding him how much she loves him as she sips the mocha that he more than likely prepared for her when they returned, knowing how cold she had been previously." Yohoo! We are home!" Mark calls, bumbling through and heading into our room, totally ignoring the sight before him.  "Hi mum! Hey Dad! How was the walk? Joe and I were thinking we could just order room service tonight and have a comfy night because i'm freezing so no doubt you are numb!" Raising her eyebrow, she looks up at me and flashes me that famous Dotty smile, the one with the fairy dimple and the brightest eyes. Plonking myself down on the sofa beside Joe and resting a hand on her shoulder, " Yeah that looks good to me our Dot! I'll be glad to warm up a bit, im not going to lie to you." I laugh. The conversation flows easily as Dianne leans further back into her loving boyfriend and he continues brushing and brushing her mop. Turning to me, he asks me something that really knocks me, " Hey Rina? Is there any chance you could teach me to braid Dot's hair, the way you used to do it when she was in school? She tried to show me herself but I just couldn't figure it. It might be easier with you doing it from the same angle as me." Joe queries, a hopeful and almost determined look on his face." Of course I will! Right start like this."

Once again, I find myself holding my youngest child and only daughter close to me, cuddled on the sofa as the men light the fires. "Hey mum? I've missed this. Remember when I gave up dancing and you spent hours on nights like this, trying to convince me to dance for you?" she sighs quietly, clearly still hurting at those memories as she buries herself closer to me. That all too familiar maternal feeling washes over me, unsettled even at the memory of my baby girl upset. " Yeah I do Dot, and look where it got you! That waltz you did, infront of the sofa for me, got you to here. I've missed it too but you have your Joseph now and let me tell you something my daughter. That man you have found yourself, don't ever let him go. He is the most respectful, caring and good-humoured man you have ever brought into the family. He's special Dot, its a mothers instinct and one day you'll know yourself, a mothers instinct is always right." I mutter softly, running my fingers through the end of the plait that Joseph had finally mastered. She looks up at me with those beautiful doe eyes of hers and says the words every mother wants to hear.

"I'm so happy mum. I have finally got a home with him here in the UK. He's the one."