Oneshots- Joe and Dianne 💜❤️

Roles reversed: A brothers intuition

Joe's POV:

At the risk of sounding like Zoe, Chewton Glen really is one of my favourite places in the UK and there is no way that Andrew and Mel can visit, without a trip to the treehouses. So all loaded up in the faithful ol Chipster, we are currently heading towards Chewton Glen, with Dianne riding shotgun beside me, her hand resting lightly on my thigh and Andrew and Mel cuddled up in the back, muttering quietly between each other. I can't help but glance over at my beautiful girlfriend beside me, who is currently in a world of her own, probably millions of wonderful thoughts running through her brilliant brain...I can't believe she is really mines?

That i'm heading on a weekday break with my professional dancer girlfriend, her brother and his girlfriend...a couples getaway if you will.

We've been together over six months now and I still get like this, still questioning how she is still with me, how she is with me in the first place and how any of this is real. Andrew's voice pulls me from my considerations, " Can we pull over for a bit, Mel isn't feeling too great. I think she's a little hot and car-sick." Dianne, turning to face Mel, quickly agrees "yeah Joe, I could do with a break too Bub, i'm not feeling great either If I'm honest." Slowing down and turning off into a little pub, I do begin to notice the little things implying that Di hasn't felt well for a while: The thin layer of sweat on her brow, the slight tremble in her hands and the fact that she has been quiet for over thirty minutes.

The guilt begins to built, filling me up inside.

I should've noticed earlier.

Bad boyfriend.

"Oh God Di, why didn't you say earlier darling? I'm so sorry, I should've noticed baby im sorry." I mumble, opening the door for her and pulling her towards me for a cuddle, stroking her hair from her face and placing a soft kiss on her slightly sweaty brow. "I'm fine Joseph, stop stressing little one, I'm just a little carsick, you know how I get. Give me a kiss, while Buzz and Mel are preoccupied...I've missed your touch but I know you aren't a fan of PDA." Sighing gently, I concede and press a loving kiss on her lips, hands falling to her hips to pull her closer to me, " I don't like PDA, especially infront of your family because you know...I don't want to defile you or someshit...But for you? I'd do anything for you Miss Buswell, including kiss you infront of your brother, even though he scares me." I wink, teasing her before kissing her again.

Once again, Andrew interrupts us again, "alright lovebirds, Mel is feeling a bit better now, it was just the heat got to her a bit. How you feeling lil sis? Better now you've got attention from your man?" He chuckles, nudging me gently in the side as I wrap my arms around Dianne tighter, a blush rising up my cheeks. "Much better now Buzz, I think I was just a bit hot and I haven't eaten a lot today but I'll eat some of the fruit back in Chippy and we can head on. Come on my Joseph! Sooner we leave, sooner we are at the treehouse!" Grabbing my hand, she drags us towards Chipster again, swinging our clasped hands and dancing, obviously feeling much better from the fresh air.

God...how is she mine?!

Dianne's POV:

After our hot and eventful caravan journey, I'm glad to be cuddled up on the massive sofa's here in the treehouse, a sleepy Joseph curled up on my lap, exhausted after our early morning run and then the long drive to Chewton Glen. As his breathing evens out and his body grows heavier, I can't help but smile at him; Sleeping Joseph is one of my all time favourites. When he's asleep, I take in every little tiny detail of his face.

Every mole.

His adorable nose.

The way his eyelashes flutter against his cheek as he dreams.

And the soft smile that graces his face the moment I touch his face.

With Andrew and Mel unpacking in their room, I can freely stroke his face and play with his hair, without the watchful eye of my abnormally loud brother, who will no doubt wake Joe when he returns. It's the little moments, the way he nuzzles in closer to my touch, his sleepy smile...these things that make me question whether any of this is real?

Is he really mine?

Closing my eyes, I think back to those early days...the strictly days where we spent 13 or 14 hours a day together, dancing, laughing and trying to get Joe's limbs working in the right order. The easy going humour, laced with an underlying desperation, attraction and desire for each other, to know each other on an intimate level. The way I'd hold position just that second longer, touch his face randomly or just bury myself into his grasp, even though I knew I shouldn't. In the days after my breakup, he really stepped up, working harder, determined to make me smile, desperate to make me forget the emotions I was feeling. And then our first kiss.

I knew it right then...that this was the man I could love, maybe even forever.

"Alright there lil sis? You're off in dreamland again, do you want anything over, it looks like you're stuck there a while?" Andrew rudely interrupts my reminiscing with his kind offer, whispering so as not to disturb Joseph. "Um...yeah a sparkling water if there is any thanks. Sorry, I was just...thinking. Where's Mel?" noticing that my brother was in fact, alone, his other half nowhere to be seen. Coming back over, setting the water infront of me and sitting down opposite us, he smiles." She's also off to dreamland, the travelling is beginning to take it out of her a little so I said she should nap before this evening. How are you two? You feeling any better now Dot?"

Chatting aimlessly for a while, laughing about old stories of Australia and our competitive dancing days, we eventually fall into a comfortable silence before Andrew, once again, breaks it. " He really is the one Dotty, isn't he? He makes you so...so different." Raising an eyebrow as he speaks, I know I am not getting out of this conversation easily. " Yeah Buzz...I think he is you know. He just makes me...so much happier, more myself if you get me. There's nothing to hide, no suppressing parts of my personality just to keep him happy, I know he prefers the real me anyday. How did you...How did you know he's the one?" My hand finds Joe's face again, stroking his cheek softly as we continue to talk. Andrew looks me straight in the eye and says something i've never heard him say before.

" It's a brothers intuition Dot. I've never liked any of the men you've brought home, especially not that last guy, they just didn't make you as happy. You were always changing something for them, hiding your personality or pushing yourself too far for them. You were never just YOU, do you get what I'm saying? Like Joseph just accepts you for who you are, a slightly crazy, redheaded Australian with bundles of energy. He's so caring." Stopping for breath, he looks at the two of us, with more unspoken words hanging in the air so I don't interrupt, knowing full well that if I do, he will loose his train of thought. (Typical Buswell Brain!)

"I know you were awake when I was talking to Joe on the train, your left eye opened twice and you gasped out loud. So I know you heard me telling him about your...earlier problems with yourself. So you know exactly how he reacted to it, how he cared so deeply for you and worried that he had previously said or done something that might have hurt you. That's a real man right there and the only kind of man i'm comfortable leaving my baby sister with. You've talked about marriage and kids, you live together, so I know it's serious between you. I just know he is your "person" Dot, I just know it." he finishes, reaching for his coffee before leaning back into the sofa. Chuckling lightly and stealing a glance at the still sleeping Joseph, I look over to my big brother, slightly shocked. " It's weird this, it is usually ME telling YOU whether someone is good for you or not, I guess the roles are truly reversed. But on that note, I think Mel is the one for you too y'know. I'm excited for you next adventures, hopefully one with a ring this time." I hint, raising an eyebrow in his general direction.

"You don't know what i've got in my sock drawer sis...but I think you'll like the idea." He whispers, smiling at the thought of his future plans.