To Charles and Elsie, for giving me the story.

Chapter 50! (Simultaneously jumps for joy and cries in a corner)

August 2014

"If you'd like to have dinner one night, that would be nice."

That's what he'd said. Hadn't he? A statement of fact rather than a question. And she'd replayed the words perhaps a hundred times since he'd nervously uttered them. Her face flushed, her mood giddy, as she'd exited his shop and walked back to her car in the dwindling afternoon sunshine.

Of course, it didn't occur to her at the time to wonder how anxious he was. To even contemplate how long he'd spent mulling over asking that particular question. Months of knowing she was single, (available?), lying in bed and turning the words over in his mind, picturing the situation, the exact perfect moment. And then he blurts out this ill-prepared line formed of teenage-like-anxieties over who he was and why she'd even bother feigning interest in him.

But, such is life. She had said yes. Had smiled and, yes, even flirted with him.

For a while she sat in her car staring at the small section of her face that she could see in the mirror. She wasn't bad looking, not for a woman of her age; she could think that about herself – couldn't she, without appearing vain or egotistical? But still, she wondered what he wanted. They'd known each other for years, had chatted and passed the time of day, occasionally smiled, occasionally laughed. Did he mean it as dinner for two lonely people who were bordering politely on being friends? Or did he see more there, the beginnings of dating perhaps?

The thought made her stomach flip and she covered it with the palm of her hand, her eyes briefly closing.

She'd never dated. Not really. Being a kid at school and messing around with the boys in the class – who'd meet whom behind the bike shed for clumsy kisses – that wasn't real, that wasn't dating. And then Joe. And dance halls and fumbles up against the barn door when her father wasn't looking. Stealing away into the night without her parent's permission.

Not really dating. Not getting to know somebody. And, actually, when she thought on it, she did want to get to know him. To know more than she already did, anyhow.

The ring of her phone startled her and she cursed Anna for messing about with it. Her daughter had lovingly changed the settings so that every time it was her calling the phone would scream at Elsie, "Answer the bloody phone!" in a high-pitched and, frankly, terrifying voice.

"This ringtone!" She complained as she answered.

Anna laughed, bright and clear on the other end. "How's England?"

"Fine. Quiet. Sunny at least. How's Greece?"

"Boiling. It's great! I'm ringing you from the beach, as a lie back on my sun lounger."

"Ha bloody ha. Don't let anyone see you've got a good phone, you might not have it for long."

"Oh god, mum!" Anna laughed. "I'm not seventeen."

"I know." She'd slipped her bracelet off and was twirling it in her hand as they talked. "So, something happened today."

"Oh?"

"I think… I mean, it must be, really, it can't not be."

"Mum… Spit it out."

"I think I've been asked out on a date." She said tentatively, surprised by the shaking of her voice.

"What?! That's fantastic!"

"You think so?"

"I know so. Who asked you out?"

"The man who runs the book shop in town that I use, Carson's, you've been, I took you there to order all your University texts."

"You did, I remember. I'm trying to picture the guy – tall, wasn't he?"

"Yes, I suppose so." She sighed. "I feel a little silly about it."

"Why? Just enjoy it mum. Be nice to get out, won't it? Do something with your summer rather than sit in that flat."

"You make me out a total loser." She heard Anna smile. "Alright, I know! Anyhow, I said yes, so that's it, I'm going. We'll see how it goes."

"How could he not totally love you, you're fabulous! And pretty hot too."

"Anna!"

"Just saying mum, you've still got it."

"I'm putting the phone down now and going home, text me tomorrow won't you, let me know you're okay."

"Will do. Bye mum."

"Bye darling."

Still hot indeed! She chewed on her nail as she thought that point over. Still hot. Was that what Charles might think? Might he want… might he expect… No. Not on the first date, he was a gentleman after all.

August 2016

Two days before the wedding

Carrying a tray of blackberries into the kitchen, Elsie paused to toe off her boots by the back door before striding across the tiled floor in just her socks. She set the tray down on the work surface (on top of the newspaper Charles had already laid out) and ignored Mary pawing at her toes – the growing kitten had a thing for socks.

"You get plenty?" Charles asked, from where he was bent by the kitchen table.

"Plenty, plenty. Enough for the cheesecake and jam. May even get a few muffins out of it."

"Nice."

She rinsed her hands, drying them on a towel and turning to watch him.

"Charles, what are you doing?" She asked, her voice incredulous as she noted his awkward position.

"Checking," he said seriously, bending even lower by the side of the table.

"Whatever for? And you'll hurt your back bending like that."

"Do you think the cutlery really goes with these plates? Or does it stick up too far from the table?"

"Does it matter?" She said, opening a cabinet to take out the flour and sugar.

"Goodness knows if we're going to get it all aligned perfectly like this – I mean, when are we going to do it, tomorrow? And will it still be the same the day after? Lying there all that time in the marquee."

"Charles." She laid her hand on his back until he stood straight again. "Honey, calm down, you're fussing."

"It's my wedding day, I can fuss."

She smiled tenderly, "Darling, it doesn't really matter. It's a low-key wedding with our party out there, in our garden," she pointed out of the window. "If the weather's as glorious as it is today we'll be in that marquee for dinner and that's it. And nobody will care how far the cutlery sticks up off the table. We'll be outside drinking champagne and dancing as the sun sets."

"That's it, it'll pour it down."

"No it won't, pessimist." She smiled, brushing her hands across his shoulders. "I've prayed for sunshine, so we'll get it. Don't be so doubtful."

"I can't help it. Things have gone far too smoothly, something has got to go wrong."

Her palm smoothed down and over his stomach, "It's gone smoothly because we organised it together. Have you even known two better organisers?"

He smiled, "I suppose not. And we've hardly even disagreed."

"Over the food, of all things."

"And the wedding night, I still want to take you somewhere expensive and fancy."

"And I said no. I want to spend our first night as husband and wife here, alone, in our home." She felt him wrap his arms around her. "Nothing wrong with that, is there?"

"Actually, it's very nice. I can be sure I have a comfy bed at least." He kissed her forehead.

"And a decent shower. And we can be lazy and take our time getting ready for the drive to the airport the following day."

"Two glorious weeks in Italy with you."

"Well, one with me. We've got to make the most of that you know, bed me as often as you like in the first week, in the second I'm off limits."

"Seems a cruel thing to say to a man on his honeymoon."

"We can't be having sex when our daughter and granddaughter are in the villa!" she laughed, pulling out of his embrace. "And I'll remind you it was your idea to invite them for the week."

He watched as she moved back to her baking.

"I'm really looking forward to it, teaching Lottie to swim."

"She's not even four months old." She chuckled, sliding on her glasses to measure out the flour.

"Then she'll swim very well. Naturals aren't they, babies?"

"I guess so."

He bent beside the table again, closing one eye to scan the place setting.

"Charles, goodness, you'll have a ruler out next. Go, do something…" She waved a hand at him. "Go check the floor has gone down right in the marquee. So nobody trips and we don't get sued. I don't completely trust those guys out there not to rush it."

He dug his hands into his pockets. "Spose."

"Go. Thomas will be here soon, won't he, to help?"

Charles nodded. "Yeah. He's got some crazy ideas about decorating that tent."

"Marquee."

"Yes, that marquee. Thank god for the neighbour's field."

"Indeed. Now bugger off out there. Let me get these muffins in the oven and start on the jam. If we're going to have homemade jam with the afternoon tea I need to get on with it. No time tomorrow – flowers to pick up and arrange. Last minute decorations…"

He felt his chest tighten at the thought; a summer wedding, a celebration at their home, with afternoon tea and homemade jam and scones and champagne and a lovely meal prepared by Beryl. And his darling, darling granddaughter christened. And dancing with Elsie outdoors as the sun set and the stars filled the sky.

Yes, too perfect.

Curling his arms around her waist he kissed the back of her head, "Don't fuss, Els, it'll all come together."

"Sarcastic sod."

After spending a couple of hours arranging tables and chairs with Thomas Charles felt like his head might explode. He'd taken a stroll around the garden to cool off – the fuss that went into decoration, he'd never dreamed of the stuff.

Thank god Thomas appeared to know what he was doing and had come with a plan. Thank god Elsie had thought ahead enough to contact Thomas a couple of weeks ago with the guest list and room measurements.

In fact, give him his dues; Charles had been glad of Thomas these past few weeks. The man had a natural ability when it came to design and he was as excited as they were about the wedding. Any excuse for a party, Charles had initially put it down to, but no, he seemed as interested in the ceremony itself as he did the celebration. He'd even been the one to accompany Elsie on her dress-buying expedition – some reference to that show they both liked that Charles of course didn't understand. Sex in New York – something like that, anyhow. There was a lot of dirty laughter from the pair of them whenever they had it on; he opted to stay out of the way.

"Is the music loud enough?" He complained, when he pushed open the kitchen door and found them dancing in the middle of the room.

"We're getting our practise in." Thomas said, spinning Elsie away from him before drawing her back in.

"I'm enjoying my summer. Don't be an old man." She smiled at him.

"I am an old man, dear, haven't you noticed?"

She giggled, leaning back dramatically in Thomas' arms as the song ended and the radio presenter filled the silence.

"That was fun," she said, squeezing the younger man's arm.

"Time to open that Prosecco I think, darling." He said, moving to retrieve the bottle from the fridge. "Get the glasses."

She did as he requested and took three from the cupboard.

"Smells gorgeous in here," Charles said, sitting at the kitchen table and eyeing the tray of cooling muffins.

"Don't touch," she warned, setting the glasses down in front of him.

"It's the middle of the afternoon, I can't drink, I'll be asleep."

Leaning forward, she slid her hands over his shoulders, kissing his forehead as she began to hum to the music.

"Els… Not a lot for me." He rested his hands on her hips. "I mean it."

"It's a celebration sweetheart, have fun." She glanced to Thomas filling their glasses and smiled at him before singing the words of the song. "Honey, you can have me when you want me…"

Thomas passed them their glasses chuckling, "Of course she knows the words."

She tapped her glass against his and they sang together, "And you're the only one who makes me come running, cause what you got is far beyond compare!"

"I can see I'm gonna need this!" Charles proclaimed, draining half his glass in one go. "This song seems rather risqué."

"Not for a married woman," she smiled mischievously at him before repeating the line more slowly, "You can have me when you want me."

He rolled his eyes at her, "Where's the dress?"

"None of your business." Thomas stated.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten it?"

"As if," Elsie laughed. "We took care of hiding that whilst you were wandering around outside."

"I needed the air after this marquee business."

"I'm eager to see your handiwork." She said, putting her glass down and tugging on his hand, drawing him to his feet.

"We just need to test out the lights, electrician was still finishing up." Thomas said, following her and holding the door ajar for Charles.

"Who knew you needed so many bloody people to set up a marquee? What with that and food and acres of flowers – costing me a bloody fortune."

Elsie glared over her shoulder at him and Thomas laughed, slapping him on the back. "Good job we know and love you, old guy."

"Isn't it just?!" Elsie agreed. "Anybody would think you didn't want to get married." She turned on the path, walking backwards down the path as she narrowed her eyes and mocked Charles, "Having second thoughts?" She teased. "Want to back out now before it's too late?"

"There she is – sassy!" Thomas said, and Charles shook his head as the pair of them laughed and headed into the marquee.

He moved close behind her once they were inside, sliding his hand over her back and around her waist as he tugged her back against him and whispered in her ear. "Nothing could be further from the truth. And you know that."

She covered his hand with hers, "I do." Then exhaled as she took in the decorations. "It's looking wonderful. Beautiful." She added, watching as Thomas fussed with the garlands hanging around the sides of the enormous tent.

"You are happy with it, aren't you?" She asked gently, tilting her head back to look at him.

"Happy doesn't come close, god knows what state I'll be in two days from now."

She turned in his arms, looping her hands at the back of his neck, "Hopefully a little merry, laughing and dancing with me."

"Sounds perfect." He bent to kiss her but paused as he heard Thomas whistle.

"Now, now, you two. No shenanigans before you've signed on the dotted line."

Laughing, Elsie turned to the younger man, clapping her hands together. "Right, come on then Laurence Lewelyn-Bowen, let's make this place glam!"

"You know it, babe!"

Charles rolled his eyes at the pair of them; they spoke a different bloody language.

The Night Before the Wedding

"Has he gone?" Anna asked as she let herself into the house and abandoned her overnight bag at the bottom of the stairs.

"He is still here." Charles said, coming up behind her carrying a tray of canapés. He leant in to kiss her cheek then bent to look at a sleeping Charlotte. "When's her feed?"

"Not for ages yet."

"More's the pity," he sighed. "Don't let your mother get too drunk." He whispered.

"Oh no, never. Scouts honour." She saluted before following him into the lounge as she sniggered.

"Hello darling," Elsie said, jumping up from the sofa to hug her daughter and take Charlotte's carrycot from her.

"You're excited." Anna stated, shrugging off her handbag.

"Impossibly so."

Charles smiled as he put the tray down and watched them.

"How's my granddaughter?" Elsie asked.

"Thankfully sleeping, she's been a bit crabby today, it's been too warm."

"Let's hope it stays that way tomorrow, I want to dance in the field." Elsie smiled, pouring Anna a glass of champagne.

"Like bloody hippies." Charles complained.

"Bugger off you, it's time you were gone."

"That's nice that isn't it? Can you believe this, Anna?"

She shook her head, rolling her eyes. "She's right though, really, time for girly chat."

"What does that consist of?"

"Talking about make-up and comparing sexual experiences of course." Elsie got to her feet, handing the carrycot to Charles. "Why don't you settle her upstairs? Make sure the intercom is on."

"Yes, ma'am." But he was happy to put Charlotte to bed, maybe sing her a little song as he got his things together.

"Here, present for the bride." Beryl said, handing across a small, flat package.

"I don't need presents. Honestly Beryl, you've done enough. What with the food and –," she paused, spotting Anna refilling her champagne glass. "No more of that for me, I want to look something like decent tomorrow, not be hung-over."

"I'll have some more," Daisy said, holding her glass up.

"You will not madam." Beryl chided. "Now hush up woman, and open the present."

Elsie pursed her lips together in a smile and tore off the brown paper from the package. She turned over the small book in her hands, righting its position in her fingers as she scanned the cover. "The…Ahh! Beryl!" She gasped. "The Kama Sutra!" She slapped the book down in her lap. "As if we need this! Really." She scoffed.

"Old dog, new tricks." Beryl laughed, and Anna was giggling from where she stood by the stereo.

"He doesn't need any new tricks, believe me." Elsie giggled, taking a long drink from her champagne.

"Really?!" Beryl grinned bawdily. "Do enlighten us."

Elsie glanced at Isobel's face and found herself blushing, "Stop it! You're embarrassing me now."

"Now mother, not worried about the wedding night, are you?" Anna teased. "Do we need a birds and bees chat?"

"Ha, ha. This is my night, you know, not pick on Elsie night, but spoil the bride night."

"Sorry mother." Anna turned up the volume on the stereo and held her hand out for Elsie. "Come on, time to dance."

The evening was warm and the night air blew in through the open patio doors, their bodies casting shadows across the floor in the low lamplight as they got to their feet.

"Oooh, I love this song!" Beryl proclaimed, bouncing on her heels as the beat kicked in. "Ooohh, push it!" she sang loudly, and rather out-of-tune.

Elsie grabbed Daisy's hand and twirled her around as the four of them danced together in the middle of the lounge and Isobel watched from where she sat on the couch.

When Charles came downstairs, his suit-carrier draped over one arm, he stopped for a moment mid-way down and stared at the four women, gathered in a line across his lounge, their hips grinding back and forth as they moved together.

Perhaps he was biased (he knew he was) but his woman seemed the best mover of them all. He was chuckling as he laid his suit over the bottom of the stairwell and went into them. When Elsie spotted him she turned, holding her hand out and beckoning in a mocking American accent, "Ooh baby, baby. Baby, baby!"

He folded his arms, shaking his head. "I can see I'm lucky to be leaving."

She was giggling as she leant in and kissed his cheek, leaving the dancing behind as she followed him into the hallway.

"You all ready then?"

"I am. Well, as ready as I can be. Are you?"

"I am. Beryl's on top of the food, Izzy's here to direct flowers in the morning, Anna here to dress and calm me." she bit her lip. "I shan't sleep."

"Me neither." He rested his hands on her upper arms, smoothing his palms over her bare skin, warm in the summer air. "Excited?"

"Very. You?"

"Immeasurably so. Never been happier."

She blushed, her eyes twinkling. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then, Mr Carson."

"You will. Ms Hughes." He smiled, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Second to last time I'll say that."

"Second?" She queried.

"I might say it tomorrow, for the very last time."

"Perhaps. Maybe you can save it for when I'm really naughty."

He chuckled, "You're incorrigible." He placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "Mmm, you taste of champagne."

"Wait til you taste me tomorrow…"

"Okay, I'm going now, or I'll never leave."

"Goodnight." She squeezed his hands in hers, "Love you."

"Love you too, very, very much."

The Wedding Day

Charles was up early, too early, pacing the kitchen with bare feet and a lukewarm cup of tea in his hand.

"With this ring…" He muttered to himself. "Don't forget the ring," he chided. "Don't forget the box with the orders of service. Don't forget…" he stopped as his phone bleeped and put his tea down, opening the message.

'Good morning darling. I hope you slept well. I can't wait to see you. x E.'

He smiled broadly at the text, he wanted to call her, hear her voice, have her reassurance that it would all run smoothly. He turned his phone over in his hand, distracted as he re-read the text.

"You're up early," Richard interrupted his thoughts. "You did get some sleep, at least?"

"Morning. Yeah, I got a few hours, think the brandy helped somewhat."

Richard chuckled, pouring himself tea. "You okay?"

"A text from Elsie." He said, holding up his phone.

"And is she okay?"

"She's fine. Excited. I'd like to talk to her…" he shrugged. "Not sure we're meant to talk before the ceremony."

"You're a stickler for tradition. Just text her back. Then get some clothes on and I'll take you out for breakfast with the boys. We're not due at the church until this afternoon."

"I like how you refer to your sons as 'boys'."

"Be odd calling them 'men.' Look, I'll call Izzy, check in, alright?" He finished his tea.

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Going to get a shower first." He slapped Charles' shoulder as he passed him. "Don't worry – she'll be there."

Elsie stretched in bed, lifting her arms above her head and letting her body sink into the mattress. She could hear Charlotte's morning cries somewhere in the house and she smiled at the strength of the little girl's lungs.

The bed seemed unbelievably large as she lay down the middle of it and she wondered if Charles was even awake yet. Picking up her phone from the bedside table she quickly typed out a text message, lying back and gazing at where her dress hung in its storage bag on the front of the wardrobe.

The box containing her shoes sat below, on the side she'd set out her jewellery for the day – she'd debated between the Tiffany chain he'd purchased for her in Italy and the pearl earrings from Dubai, but the decision had been made for her when Charles had gifted her with a necklace to match the treasured earrings only days ago. The earrings were precious after all, it was on the night he'd given them to her that he'd first whispered 'I love you'.

Through the curtains the sunlight illuminated the room and she thought how calm and clear the morning seemed. How at peace she felt. A far cry from her first wedding, where she'd felt rushed and ill-prepared. A normal day-dress from a shop on the high street, a registry office and a honeymoon to London for a few happy days. Charles was taking her back to the villa in Italy; the place where she'd finally told him she loved him, and they'd spend a week alone doing as they pleased before Anna and John joined them with Charlotte.

Her phone bleeped and she turned it over in her hand, smiling at the message: 'My love, I feel I've waited all my life for today – the hours can't go quickly enough... xx.'

There was a tap against the bedroom door and she pulled herself up to sit, brushing her hair back from her face, "Come in."

"Good morning, bride to be." Beryl, with a cup of tea.

"Oh, thank you for this."

"You're welcome, it's not every day you get married. Look at all this laid out and ready to go." She turned back to face Elsie. "You nervous?"

"A little. More excited. Is Charlotte okay?"

"Just hungry. I admire you taking it easy."

"You think I should get up?"

"No. Enjoy your rest and your tea. There's no rush. Would you like some breakfast?"

"I might get some toast later. I thought I'd have a shower then come down and check on everything – he should be here with the flowers at 9:00."

"It's quarter to."

"Right, well, time for a shower then. Is Isobel up?"

"Already in the marquee dolling out instructions."

"Got to love her for that."

"Aunty Elsie!" Laurel yelled, as she ran all the way from the house down the garden and across to the marquee. Her pigtails flying behind her as she jumped into Elsie's waiting arms.

"Ahh, hello munchkin." She gripped the little girl to her and covered her face in kisses. "Missed you."

"Missed you too. Why aren't you in your big, white dress?"

"I don't want to get it dirty whilst we set up. Besides, we need to get ready together, don't we?"

"Yep. And Anna too."

"Of course."

"And baby Lottie. Where's mummy?"

"In the tent, arranging the cake. You want to see?"

Laurel nodded and Elsie let her slip from her lap and got to her feet, holding her hand as they went inside.

"Wow!" Laurel gasped. "It's like a princess castle."

Elsie laughed, watching as Laurel twirled around the dance floor.

"You be careful," Beryl warned.

"Yes mummy."

"You remember when I used to do that?" Anna whispered, coming up behind her mother.

"Oh, very clearly. Many a time I had to rub sore knees where you'd made yourself dizzy and fallen. Is Charlotte sleeping?"

"Finally. Should be fine for the ceremony though." She nudged Elsie's elbow with hers. "So, time we got you ready then?"

Anna watched as Elsie exhaled slowly, her arms folded across her middle. "I guess so. I have to admit, I'm starting to feel anxious."

"You are! I've got to carry a baby down the aisle whilst wearing heels and trying not to slip."

"Don't put horror images in my head."

Anna reached down to hold her mum's hand, "I'm really happy for you, you know. And glad you didn't put me in a giant taffeta gown."

Elsie nodded, "I did consider it, momentarily." She grinned. "And I'm happy for you too." She turned to face her, brushing the stray fringe back behind her daughter's ear. "We may have come about it in an odd way but I think we've both finally got the family we wanted."

"I think so too." She squeezed her mother's elbow. "Come on then, Mrs Carson to be. Let's get you made up."

Charles was pacing again; walking back and forth across the bottom of the church aisle, testing his shoes didn't slip as he did so.

Sunday service wasn't long over but he couldn't hang around at Richard's house anymore, he was far too nervous, far too desperate to get the whole thing started.

"Wow… eerie."

He glanced up at the sound of John's voice, watching as he carried two take-away coffees down towards him.

"What?"

"For a moment there, just a split second, you looked very much like Dad."

"Did I?" Charles folded his arms behind his back, puffing his chest out.

"You look even more like him now, what with the sun behind you… that's how he used to stand, upright on a Sunday morning in church." John took a seat in the front pew, sitting back to sip his coffee.

"Don't spill that on the tie," Charles warned. "Elsie will kill you. And me. She spent ages picking this colour. Geez, I hope those table decorations have held up. The work Thomas put in to getting the cloths right."

"I have no patience for doing that kind of thing."

"You don't say."

John laughed, "I guess we always were very different."

"There's eighteen years between us and a country. We were never going to be the same." He sat down beside him, gratefully accepting his coffee. "I am glad you're here."

"I'm flattered you asked me to be best man."

"Tough choice. What with Richard and Thomas too… well," he shrugged. "You're my brother. And that's how things should be." He dug a handkerchief out of his trouser pocket and spread it out, tucking it over his shirt so he could drink without worry.

"I'm happy for you Charles. Glad you found her."

"Thank you."

He watched as John squeezed his knee, "It'll all go fine, in few hours you'll be dancing with your wife."

Charles closed his eyes, leaning his head back. "And your daughter will be christened."

"All Carsons together." They both chuckled at John's words and the image they created.

Standing just outside the church Elsie paused, causing Beryl to bump into her back.

"Something wrong, love?"

"No, I…" She glanced up at the imposing building, the afternoon sun just cresting over the top. "I just need a moment."

"Alright."

Beryl glanced worriedly at Anna, who was slowly easing Charlotte out of her pram, and Bill, who held on tightly to Laurel's hand.

"You okay, mum?"

"A-ha," she nodded, closing her eyes, letting the sun warm her face, listening to her own breathing, the sound of her heartbeat in her ears.

Well I'm standing in the chapel

Wearing my white dress

I have waited for this moment

With tears of happiness

Here I leave behind my past

By taking the chance

I've finally found the right man

"Mum?" Anna whispered by her ear. "If you're nervous about walking down the aisle on your own we can always change things. Bill can walk with you, or Thomas even."

"No, no. I'm fine with that." She opened her eyes and turned to look at her daughter. "You look very pretty, you know." She rested her hand momentarily on Anna's cheek and then dropped it to stroke the top of Charlotte's head. "We stick to the plan. Laurel in front, then you two, then me."

"You're sure?"

"Very much so, I want to do this alone."

Anna nodded, tears momentarily filling her eyes.

Tentatively, Beryl moved to help Elsie inside, spreading out the back of the dress, checking her hair and make-up one last time.

"Thank you." Elsie whispered, placing a kiss to her friend's cheek. "You've done so much for me."

"Nothing you don't deserve. Now, good luck, enjoy it."

She watched as they gave Laurel one last kiss and then disappeared inside to take their seats. Two minutes more… Charlotte gurgled as Anna rearranged her in her arms, settling her so she was facing out for everyone to see, her christening gown fell beautifully over Anna's arm.

"She's okay?"

"Perfectly content."

"Are you okay down there munchkin?"

"Yep Aunty Els, I'm ready." The little girl said excitedly, holding her flowers up in the air.

"Hold your flowers tight," Anna said reassuringly, "keep them in front of you, like we practised."

"I will."

"Okay. Ready mum?"

"Ready."

She watched them open the door, took a deep breath and licked her lips as Laurel set off down the aisle.

Thoughts racing fast through my mind

As I'm gazing down the aisle

That my future will mend the memories

Torn between father and child

My emotions overload

'Cause there is no hand to hold

There's no shoulder here to lean on

I'm walking all on my own

Women, Charles mused, had been the lifeblood of his entire life. From the strength and sheer force of will that was his mother (a single mother really, who raised him well), to his deep and lifelong friendship with Isobel. And now Anna, his daughter, coming towards him looking beautiful, carrying his granddaughter who held his heart so tightly, clutched in her little fist.

And then Elsie. Beautiful. Radiant. She looked peaceful as she walked towards him. She needed no man to hold her arm and guide her; she did this freely, independently. Her eyes never left his as she walked and he had to open his mouth to breathe, afraid if he let any tears fall now they'd last the ceremony.

Women. How odd it seemed to him that men, even in this day and age, still ruled most of the world when to him women had always been the stronger sex. The more resilient.

When she was beside him they took the final steps together and she surprised him, breaking protocol as she always did, and letting her right hand fall down beside his as she tangled their fingers together.

It was a lifeline, feeling her palm warm on his, and he bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying.

"Hello, Mr Carson," he heard her whisper as they neared Reverend Travis and he smiled, casting a quick glance to her.

"Hello, Ms Hughes."

The music ceased and they jointly smiled up at the Reverend as he began his welcome.

"The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you."

"And also with you," the congregation repeated.

"God is love, and those who love live in God and God lives in them. God of wonder and of joy: grace comes from you, and you alone are the source of life and love. Without you, we cannot please you; without your love, our deeds are worth nothing. Send your Holy Spirit, and pour into our hearts that most excellent gift of love, that we may worship you now with thankful hearts and serve you always with willing minds; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen."

"Amen." They repeated in unison.

Behind them the congregation stood and they breathed a little easier as the first hymn began.

Of course Elsie had heard the words before, she'd attended many weddings in her lifetime, Catholic, Church of England, she'd listened to the hymns and watched the exchange of statements. It wasn't until her own wedding – here and now – that the importance and validity of each sentence hit home.

As she listened to the Reverend's words, gazing up at the stained glass behind him and the image of Christ on the cross, that she was struck by how very powerful it all was.

"In the presence of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, we have come together to witness the marriage of Charles and Elspeth, to pray for God's blessing on them, to share their joy and to celebrate their love.Marriage is a gift of God in creation through which husband and wife may know the grace of God. It is given that as man and woman grow together in love and trust, they shall be united with one another in heart, body and mind…"

Charles felt Elsie's fingers in his, she still hadn't let go of his hand and he was grateful of that. They were old enough to decide how their ceremony should be done, they owed nothing but to each other.

He allowed himself a small glance in her direction as Travis continued, his words seemingly bringing together all they'd been through since they started this relationship. Since he'd first asked her out to dinner and nervously awaited her answer.

August 2014

Roses. He'd thought. Yellow roses. And they'd been a bugger to source. But roses appeared the epitome of romance, but red – too forward? Too cliché? So, yellow; it had always seemed to him the colour of joy, and Lord knows he was filled with joy. It was hardly imaginable, Elsie Hughes joining him for dinner. Impossible! He'd spent the past week in a state of nervous tension, imagining it was her every time the phone rang, calling to break it off.

But no. There'd been no phone call and here he was, in a taxi clutching a huge bunch of roses. Finding he couldn't quite remember his own name let alone the topics of conversation he was going to engage her with.

He'd even taken himself off shopping for a new shirt and tie and spent an age fussing anyway over which to wear on the night of the date. So silly. So childish. He'd not taken such care over anything for years; the last time he'd really debated whether a shirt and tie went together was for a job interview in his twenties. An age ago.

He glanced down at the roses; he didn't even know if she liked roses, she might hate them, some women did. She might hate yellow. He guessed she was polite enough that she'd lie whether she liked them or not.

The apartment was further out than he thought and it took longer to get there than he'd anticipated, luckily he'd set off with time to spare so it was all working out, all coming together.

In her apartment Elsie stood in the middle of her bedroom in just her underwear, on her bed there were piles of clothes.

"Nothing fits!" She complained to herself, tugging at her hair. She'd spent ages curling it – all afternoon – and now she was convinced it looked ridiculous, like she was trying too hard. She wasn't even sure what 'this' was anyway – a date? Dinner between acquaintances? Were they even friends?

Glancing at the clock she groaned in frustration, it was too late to call him and put him off. Besides she didn't want to do that, she'd hurt him, whatever they were she knew if she called off dinner she'd hurt him. And she couldn't bear to do that. He was too nice a man.

Flipping through the abandoned dresses on her bed she decided on black, that was always simple, and there was one she'd worn to Anna's graduation years ago that was good for the summer, short sleeves, flared skirt, not too tight when eating out.

Slipping it on she glanced in the mirror, turning left, then right, judging her appearance. Outside she heard a car engine and raced into the kitchen to peek through the window – a taxi, and he was getting out.

"Oh shit!" Well, the dress was staying.

Running back into the hallway she unlocked the door and raced into her bedroom, searching for shoes and jewellery.

She heard a tap on the door and a rather shaky, "Hello?"

"Come in," she called back; she only had one earring in.

Stumbling in her heels on the carpet she made her way out into the hallway, adopting an air of grace and calm. "Hi, sorry, I'm not late, not usually, I just couldn't find the back to this earring." A white lie but harmless.

He seemed flustered, eyes wide and hopeful, appreciative but silent.

She glanced at the flowers clutched tightly in his hands, "Are they for me?"

"Yes."

Roses. And beautiful ones too. They'd match the yellow cardigan she'd just picked to go with the dress.

August 2016 – wedding day

Charles smirked as he looked down at the yellow rose in his buttonhole; a sprig of heather for Elsie, the floral choices and arrangements had been impeccable. How nervous he'd been over that whole business, how silly.

"The gift of marriage brings husband and wife together in the delight and tenderness of sexual union and joyful commitment to the end of their lives."

Elsie recalled Beryl's gift and felt herself blush, there was no room for those kind of thoughts in the house of God.

"It is given as the foundation of family life in which children are nurtured and in which each member of the family, in good times and in bad, may find strength, companionship and comfort, and grow to maturity in love."

Behind them they heard Charlotte murmuring and many people smothered laughter as Laurel shushed her a little too loudly.

"Marriage is a sign of unity and loyalty which all should uphold and honour. It enriches society and strengthens community. No one should enter into it lightly or selfishly but reverently and responsibly in the sight of almighty God."

As Elsie looked at Charles' serious expression she reflected on how 'responsibly' he'd always taken their relationship. For him it had never been something entered into lightly, there'd never been a time she'd wondered whether he could really be bothered, or whether he had designs on another woman. She knew his commitment to her from the outset. The only wobble had been after his accident and by then she was so complete in her love for him that she had the strength to hold it together until he found his way again.

"Charles and Elspeth are now to enter this way of life. They will each give their consent to the other and make solemn vows, and in token of this they will each give and receive a ring. We pray with them that the Holy Spirit will guide and strengthen them, that they may fulfil God's purposes for the whole of their earthly life together."

Our earthly life together. Elsie mused. She didn't like to really dwell on that side of things, how long they'd have together, sometimes she felt she'd wasted a lifetime indulging a selfish man when this dear, dear man was right there waiting.

Finally, they turned to face one another and she offered him a watery smile, glad he had to go first, she was sure her voice would shake when she spoke. As it was his wasn't much better and he had to pause twice to catch his breath before continuing.

She held his gaze when she made her vows, meaning each and every word with all of her heart.

"I, Elspeth May Hughes, take you, Charles Ernest Carson to be my husband. To have and to hold from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. To love and to cherish til death us do part; according to God's holy law. In the presence of God I make this vow."

When he took her hand, sliding her slender fingers through his, he heard her smile and looked up to see her eyes sparkling. How beautiful she looked, the pearls dangling as she moved her head, the pursing of her lips as she tried to maintain the serious expression. The kissing part couldn't come soon enough.

"Elspeth, I give you this ring as a sign of our marriage. With my body I honour you, all that I am I give to you, and all that I have I share with you, within the love of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit."

He pushed the simple band onto her finger as she heard him exhale, relief, joy, it was almost over, they were man and wife.

They gripped hands together, smiling openly now, as the final prayers were said.

"God the HolyTrinity make you strong in faith and love, defend you on every side, and guide you in truth and peace; and the blessing of God almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, be among you and remain with you always."

"Amen." They said, as much to each other as to God.

"Now." Travis said joyfully, bringing his hands together. "You may kiss the bride."

She allowed herself to be drawn into his embrace, sank into the warmth and familiarity of his kiss as their family and friends clapped.

"And I do believe we have a christening to attend." The Reverend announced joyfully.

"I love you," she whispered against his lips, words for him alone. "Always."

He closed his eyes, doing his best to fight back tears as he held her for a moment longer, his face hidden from the congregation by her head as he murmured by her ear.

"I love you too. My darling wife."

It may have appeared as odd to some people, the bride and groom posing for wedding pictures with a newly christened baby in their arms, but to them it was perfect.

By the time they'd travelled back to their house the guests were already there and Beryl and Isobel had taken on hosting duties, champagne was being drunk and nibbles eaten as music played inside the marquee. Charles had originally wanted a string quartet but found it hard to find one at such late notice, he did, however, manage to locate a piper and when they stepped out of the car Elsie gasped in surprise as the sound of bagpipes filled the air.

"Did you...?" She asked as he took her hand.

"You don't mind?"

"It's lovely, so thoughtful." She took his arm and together they walked down the flower-strewn path to where their guests awaited them, Laurel skipping in front and soaking up the attention.

"Can I wear this dress forever, Aunty Elsie?" She asked, twirling around in front of them.

"I'm certain you can, munchkin."

"Yay! I'm the most beautifullest one here, with you of course."

Charles chuckled, bending to scoop the little girl up with one arm and perching her in the crook of his arm. He kissed her cheek, "Shall we get a drink Laurel, and toast your beautiful aunt?"

"Yes. I want a strawberry milkshake."

"Well, we'll see what we can do."

Later, after several glasses of champagne and a gorgeous sit-down meal, Charles found himself tapping his glass and getting to his feet. It was time for speeches. Or rather, time for his speech, as they had no parents to say a few words and he'd excused John the embarrassment.

"I believe, before we start scattering after the meal and getting on with the raucous dancing, that I have the privilege, as the groom, to say a few words."

There was a round of applause as he settled himself, hands flat on the table, and glanced around the tent, the faces of his friends – Isobel and Richard, gloriously happy, the guys from the cricket club, Laura with some young man on her arm whom he'd never seen before. Relatively new friends in Beryl and Bill, Laurel on her dad's knee sucking on a lollipop (a grand idea of Elsie's that, an ice-cream cart outside for the kids), some of Elsie's colleagues, his old acquaintances from the shop-circuit. Thomas and his impossibly handsome boyfriend.

Beside him Elsie took a sip of her champagne and he glanced down at her, then Anna, John with Charlotte in his lap.

"I am the happiest and luckiest of men." He said, more to the people by his side than to the gathered congregation. Then he turned his attention back to the rest of them, "This woman, its impossible to believe, that this woman of such grace and charm and intelligence and humour – because she can be damned funny at times…"

There was laughter around the tent and he let it settle for a moment.

"That this extraordinary woman would consent to date me, let alone marry me, is a thought that surprises me every day. That she should entrust her life's happiness, her future, to my hands – well, I feel rather unworthy of it."

She looked up at him, biting her lip, one hand reaching out to grip his arm.

"My wonderful bride." He said lowly, "The woman who has changed my life. Elspeth Carson."

There was a chorus of cheers and raised glasses and she got to her feet during it, kissing him soundly and smiling at the guests as she rested her hand on his shoulder and bid him to sit.

"You know, he only used 'Elspeth' because he knows how I hate it." She chuckled. "So, I know it's not traditional that the bride speaks, and Charles hates to break with tradition, but then I've never done things the easy way."

He shook his head at her, toying with the stem of his wine glass, one arm draped over the back of her chair.

"I won't speak for long I promise; I know you're all eager to get on with the party – as am I. I just want to say a few words whilst I can… first of all, thank you to the wonderful people who helped bring this thing about at such short notice – Thomas, the Anthony to my Charlotte."

"Owitz." Thomas replied, raising his glass to her.

"And Isobel and Richard; I thought I was an organiser but Izzy, well…" She heard Charles chuckle beside her and Isobel nodded her head in agreement.

"My dearest, closest friend Beryl, who made every bit of the delicious food you've eaten here today – except for the jam, that's all me – so, go take a card with you and hire the woman. She's a genius. My gorgeous daughter, who with John has given us the most beautiful, perfect granddaughter…"

She felt Charles' hand on her back, his fingers curling into her.

"Oh goodness, I am going on now. I suppose I ought to mention this man here," she paused, sliding her hand over his broad shoulders. "He tells you all I've changed his life, but I can say quite assuredly that he's done the same for me. I love him very much and I can't quite believe I've been lucky enough to find someone so wonderful… so, as much as he wants to toast me, I want to take a moment to toast him – I'm not always forthcoming with it, but I'm emotional and tipsy today so what the hell!" She laughed. "To Charles Carson, my husband."

Elsie stood in the middle of the polished floor on her own, turning as she scanned the room for her new husband, glad of her classroom experience of handling attention as guests milled around the edge of the dance floor watching her.

"He's trying to get out of it," Beryl shouted from the side-lines.

Elsie dramatically placed her hands on her hips and pouted as he finally emerged from the crowd, a glass of something in his hand being quickly passed to a well wisher as he rushed to her.

"Come on, we can't get the dancing going if we don't get this out of the way."

"Sorry, was chatting."

She shook her head at him as he slid a little on the floor and caught hold of one of her hands in his. He looked so gloriously happy; in fact she couldn't recall ever seeing him grin quite so much.

"Hi honey," she said softly as his arm slid around her back. "Okay?"

"Very much so. Apart from being the centre of attention right now."

"Four minutes and it'll be over." She leant in closer whispering in his ear, "And no, that's not a prelude for tonight."

He was sniggering as he kissed her forehead, turning slowly as the music swept into the room.

I know he's around when the sky and the ground started ringing,

I know that he's near by the thunder I hear in advance,

His words-his words alone-are the words that can start my heart singing,

And his is the only music that makes me dance.

More couples joined them after a couple of minutes and she tilted her face up to him, "You know, I have a gift for you."

"You do? More than this?"

"Hard to believe, but yes, more than this."

He noted the twinkle in her eyes, how bright they looked, on pictures sometimes they appeared dark, in fact when he first met her he thought them brown. But she had the deepest blue eyes, bright and clear. He slipped his hand down her back, feeling the curve of her spine beneath the silk of her dress. "Have I mentioned how beautiful you look today?"

She smiled, "Once or twice in the car on the drive back here. But I don't mind you repeating yourself."

He laughed, "Good thing, it's my age you see."

"So, your gift?"

"Go on…"

"This little patch of field we've borrowed for today."

"Hmm…?"

"Well, I happen to have made enquiries about purchasing it."

His mouth opened, she was nothing if not surprising. "Oh?"

"Hmm, it seems logical, it's attached to our garden, we can take down the fence, move it to widen the border."

"Put in the pool I keep thinking about?"

She could already sense the giddiness in him, "Well, no, I was thinking more along the lines of…flowers…."

He raised an eyebrow at her, "Flowers?"

"Sunflowers," she bit her lip endearingly. "Perhaps."

His lips pressed together in a tight smile, "Ahh, good plan Mrs C."

"Oh, but that's the first time you've called me that."

"You know, if I call you Mrs H-C, you sound like a sauce."

"A rival to HP perhaps."

"Now we're just being silly."

"I think we're allowed." He twirled her and her dress skimmed the floor as she leant her head back, giggling at the rush of adrenaline to her stomach.

He'll sleep and he'll rise, in the light of two eyes that adore him.

Bore him it might, but he won't leave my sight for a glance.

In every way, every day, I need less of myself and need more him-more him,

'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance.

"So, how far have these plans got?"

"You know I wouldn't commit to anything without you, but I've done all the leg work, we have the forms, I've negotiated a price with the owner."

"Quite the plotter, aren't you, Elspeth?"

"Aren't all women? All we have to do is sign. But I'll let you read through it all first, and yes, I used your Mr Murray for the legal stuff."

"I'm impressed. A field of sunflowers – whatever would we use it for?"

"I have no idea."

He smiled at the mischief in her eyes, "Can I ask?"

"I'm sure you can."

"Where's your something blue?"

"Oh, but that's for you to find out later."

"Minx. You know, I've rather been plotting myself."

"Oh… you have, have you?"

"A-ha, should I tell you now…?"

She was about to answer in the affirmative but paused as Thomas approached them, his hand resting on Elsie's back, "Ready to relinquish your hold on her and let someone else have a dance with Sadie then, groom?"

"Sadie? This is another reference I don't get."

Elsie touched his face, "We're dancing to Streisand, darling, Funny Girl – Sadie, Sadie, married lady."

"This is why I could never do a quiz show." He leant in to kiss her cheek. "Maybe I'll go find my daughter to dance with."

"She'd like that." Elsie said as Thomas drew her into an elaborate waltz.

Charles self-consciously dug his hands into his pockets as he crossed the dance floor to where Anna stood at the side bouncing Charlotte.

"Hello." He said, leaning over to tickle Charlotte's chin.

"Hello, Daddy dear."

"Goodness, I'm not quite sure who you're talking about when you say that."

"Get used to it." She kissed his cheek. "It's official now."

She handed Charlotte over to him and he twirled the baby in his arms, watching her delighted expression.

"So, I was wondering if you'd like to dance?" He said to Anna.

"Oh, I'd love that. You'd have to part with Lottie though."

"Painful," he placed a kiss to the baby's head. "Isn't it sweetheart? Have you enjoyed your christening day, hmm, have you?"

"John's going to take her home soon, we've agreed I get to stay, as you're my parents and only his half-brother."

Charles laughed, "We're certainly prime material for a talk show, aren't we?"

"Oh no, you're far too well-spoken for Jeremy Kyle. Lorraine?" She shrugged, "maybe."

As the afternoon wore on the intimate party spread outdoors enjoying the bright August sunshine as they ate, drank and chatted. The wedding cake, a gift from the Masons, was cut and relished as guests sprawled in the garden. Children ran freely around the extended garden making the most of the free ice cream.

It wasn't an expensive or elaborate affair, but quaint, warm and filled with happiness.

Families began to disappear as the evening wore on; the grown-ups took over the dance floor, Elsie kicked off her shoes and sashayed around with Anna – who was a little glad to be off parenting duties for the evening and making the most of the free bar – and Charles politely excused himself, sitting outside and working his way through a bottle of brandy with whomever chose to join him.

It was after one before the majority of guests had made their goodbyes, taxis were called, and Elsie wandered barefoot from the marquee to find her new husband enjoying the English summer evening.

"Hello," she smiled at him, her hair loose around her shoulders now after being pinned up all day.

"Hi gorgeous, had enough dancing?"

"My feet are killing me," she sank into his lap, one arm looped about his shoulders as the other took his brandy glass from him and took a sip of the amber liquid.

"Where's my wife?" Richard asked from his slumped position in the lounger across from them.

"Last time I saw her she was packing wedding cake to take with you. I told her to take it to the club as we won't be here. Are you a little intoxicated, Doctor Clarkson?"

"Rather a little, Mrs Carson." He raised his glass at her.

"And what about you," she squeezed Charles' shoulders, "how drunk are you?"

"Minor, minor drunk is all." He said with a chuckle, pinching two fingers together to emphasise how little he'd supposedly drunk. "You seem to have danced your alcohol off."

"I'm exhausted." She rested her head on his shoulder. "Such a wonderful day."

"Perfect." He nudged her nose with his. "You married me."

"I did indeed." She smiled. "Have you seen Anna? She disappeared a while ago."

Richard indicated the swinging hammock with a nudge of his chin, "Think Princess had one too many."

"Oh dear lord, how's she going to get home?"

"We'll take her." Richard offered. "She can share in our taxi, I'll make sure she gets in alright."

"Thank you." Elsie settled her head against Charles' chest, "I'm ready for bed," she whispered, tiredly.

Charles crawled into bed as the grandfather clock in the hall struck two. He was settled back against the piled up pillows patiently waiting for his wife to join him. When she emerged from the bathroom her wedding dress was gone, her make-up removed and her hair tied back from her face.

"Hello." He said gently.

"Hi," she paused at the bottom of the bed, watching him, "you look relaxed."

"Incredibly."

"Or should I say tired?"

"It is late and funnily enough I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Me neither."

"Worried I won't be able to consummate this whole thing?"

"Thing?" She giggled, "This thing?"

"You know what I mean, so where'd you hide the blue?"

"Ahh, you think I can show you now?"

"I think you should share, in the matter of interest."

Smiling coyly, she stood back, drawing up the silk camisole she'd worn beneath her dress and revealing the stark white lace of her underwear. "I went traditional, see, suspenders and garter belts."

He licked his lips, "My, my, you did." He sat up straighter in the bed. "Just erm. You know, just twirl a little for me."

"I will not. But you may notice that my garter has blue ribbon – in the matter of interest."

"Want me to help you take it off?"

"Take it off?" She knelt on the edge of the bed, "You mean you don't want me to keep these on?"

He reached a hand forward to rest on her knee, "You'll kill me."

"I wouldn't want to do that, not as we've only just married. It might look suspicious."

"Come here, teasing wife."

She smirked, "What a turn of phrase." But his beckoning hand convinced her to play along.

Crawling over the bed she straddled his legs, her torso pressing comfortably against his.

"Nice to be alone with you," she whispered before kissing him deeply.

Breathless he tilted his head back, sighing happily. "How many times can I call you Mrs Carson and still find it thrills me?"

"It thrills you…?" She wiggled her hips a little against him, "You're my thrill." She sang in a whispered voice, "You do something to me. You send chills right through me."

He chuckled as she placed kisses down his neck, taking her time; her palms warm as they moved over his chest.

"Never been serenaded before." He tiptoed his fingers up her back, over the silky camisole, the fastening of her bra.

"You've never been married before."

"Mmm," his hand slid into her hair and lifted his mouth to hers, leaning forward as they kissed, their bodies pressed together at every point they could.

How many times had he worshipped her body now? How many times had he marvelled at the softness of her skin, at the sighs that escaped her when he kissed her neck, or tickled that spot behind her knee? At the way her breasts fit perfectly in his hand or how her back arched at a particular touch?

It could never be enough. He thought of his vows from earlier in the day – words promising worship and unity and loyalty. Of being one to face whatever life threw at you. Whatever came their way they'd always have each other now. He knew logically they'd had that for a while, but this was different, the world knew it, they'd made that vow to each other in the sight of God and family and friends.

"I've never been so sure of anything in my life." He whispered to her between kisses.

Her eyes shone and she rested her hands on his face, her thumbs brushing his cheeks as she looked at him, "My husband."

Gently, she extracted herself from his embrace he watched reverently as she unclipped the garter belt.

"You are trying to kill me…"

"How's the heart?"

"Full to bursting." He got to his knees on the bed, lifting her foot up in front of him. "May I?"

"Go ahead."

He was reminded of a night in his flat, after their break-up, after their reconciliation, where she'd stood in front of him in black stockings and appeared the sexiest woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Here she seemed the most beautiful, most precious, sexiest woman he'd ever laid eyes on!

"What's the smile about?" She asked, her head tilted to one side, watching as he ran his hands up her legs and to the tops of her stocking, his fingers just grazing the exposed skin of her thighs.

"Just reflecting on how lucky I am."

"You know, I did buy new nightwear especially for this, our wedding night, but it seemed a shame for you not to get a glimpse of the bridal underwear."

"Save it for the honeymoon."

"You intend to dress…?" She smirked mischievously.

He kept his eyes on hers as he rolled the first stocking down her leg, taking his time, using his thumb to brush along her skin as he moved down. Then laying the flimsy material aside he went back to the top of the other leg.

"Have you practised this, Mr Carson?" She said lowly.

"I may have dreamt of it a few times."

"Be gentle with me, I'm in virginal white."

"You're…." he shook his head, laughing.

"I'm…?" She placed her hands heavily on his shoulders, pressing down, shifting her now bare legs back.

"Completely and utterly overwhelmingly wonderful."

"Don't forget happy," she said, kissing his forehead tenderly. "Overwhelmingly happy."

She felt him hook his thumbs around the lacy waistband of her panties and ease them down, and she returned the favour, pushing his underwear down as she bent to kick her own off.

"Are these groom boxers?"

"They're new, if that counts."

They were giggling as she straddled his lap again, pressing together as Charles flopped back on the bed.

"I want to worship every inch of you," he said, between kisses.

"And I you."

Later, they sat facing each other on the bed, the shadowy candlelight flickering upon their skin. Elsie in just her silk camisole, her hair mussed and curled, Charles naked, languid and flushed with pleasure.

"Here we go," Elsie said, filling the champagne flutes Charles held out.

"Careful," he said, as a little of the bubbles dripped onto his hand.

"Toast?" She took one of the glasses from him, tapping the top of it against his, "to us."

"Yes," he took a sip of the intoxicating liquid. "And how much I love you."

"Mmm," she leant forward momentarily and kissed him. "Promise to tell me that every day?"

"Without fail."

She sat back against the piled up pillows, her legs folded beneath her, Charles' long legs were either side of her body.

"How much champagne have you drunk over the past few days?" He asked, teasingly.

"I'm in a celebratory mood."

"Good job we bulk bought."

"That was an excellent idea, darling." She tickled the bottom of his foot until he was squirming. "So, best part of the day?"

"The part we've just shared was pretty nice."

"Charles…"

"Watching you walk down the aisle towards me." He paused for a moment, letting them both replay it. "And for you?"

"The vows, actually, I was really moved. And you know the church business isn't usually for me. Ooh, and I rather enjoyed watching you slip the ring onto my finger." She waggled her hand in the air. "Where it's going to stay."

She moved her leg, nudging her heel into his chest and watching as his hand circled her ankle and he bent his head to kiss the top of her foot. He kept his eyes on hers as she emptied her glass, the wonderful, sweet dizziness that comes with alcohol hitting the blood taking over again.

Her glass was put aside and she slipped the camisole up over her head, throwing it at him and giggling before crawling the short distance between them, her hands pressing into his upper thighs as she pressed open-mouthed kisses to his chest and neck before moving her mouth over his.

For a second she knelt over him like that, kissing him softly, lovingly.

When she pulled back he moaned audibly, but then she was turning, her hands on his bidding him to move with her.

He knelt behind her, kissing the back of her neck, shifting her hair to one side, feeling her bottom press into his groin.

"Hi, beautiful." He whispered by her ear, and she turned her head so they could kiss.

She gasped when she felt the first drops of champagne slide between her breasts, but he was pulling her back against him, his fingers following the trail of the alcohol, and then moving, his body curling around hers so he could lick the droplets away, suckling on her nipples until she was writhing against him and moaning.

Languid and dreamy Elsie lay forward, pressing her chest against the soft pillows – they smelled of Charles and she buried her face in them, breathing in his scent as she felt his body warm over hers.

His mouth on her shoulder blades, fingertips ticking her waist, one knee nudging between her legs, hushed, breathy words, "Elsie…" Her name like a mantra, a balm, "Elspeth."

She reached one hand up on the pillow, scrunching her fingers into it and feeling Charles' large hand spread over hers. It was shallow at this angle, soft and gentle, but they took their time – they had all the time they wanted now, an entire summer, a lifetime.

Elsie pressed up back against him, hips rolling back and forth. She turned their hands over, holding his tight beneath hers.

"Charles…" She gasped, head thrown up as the word escaped her mouth.

"My darling… I love you," he shuddered against her, "I love you."

"Mmm, I… honey, I want…." She pushed her shoulders up, until he eased back, lifted his body slightly from hers until she could turn. Her legs hooking up around him, thighs welcoming him as he moved above her, deeper this time, complete.

When she was gasping his name he slowed, making it last, drawing out every ounce of pleasure and committing it to memory. The feel of her heart pounding against his, her hands grasping at his body, her sighs and whispered declarations of love.

He felt like time had slowed and gathered in the space between them, the air was warm, fragrant, tangent with the power of what he felt for her. There was nothing more important, nothing more consuming.

The two of them together. How it was meant to be.

Cuddled together, bodies wrapped around each other, they lay in silence as the long night tiptoed into the early hours of the morning.

Elsie watched as Charles lifted her hand, his thumb stroking her wedding band before he folded his fingers with his.

"You know you've changed my life." He said, pressing a kiss to her head.

"And you mine. Every bit of it."

"You'll make me get sentimental."

"No better time for it." She snuggled impossibly closer to him. "I didn't know what love was until you."

"God knows that's the truth, I'm not sure I used my heart until you."

"Honey," she smiled, leaning her head over slightly to kiss whichever part of him she could – his upper arm, his chest. "So, you've made secret plans and you're not telling me." She said gently, her eyes heavy with fatigue and pleasure.

"A-ha, you mean like you made plans for the field and the sunflowers without telling me…"

She giggled, one of her hands sliding down the side of his body, they hadn't stopped touching – it seemed – from the moment they'd clasped hands at the altar. "Yes, but I happen to think you'll get enjoyment from that too."

"Oh, I'm quite sure of it."

"So?"

"So…?"

"Don't tease me, what are the plans you've made?"

"It's just a holiday I was considering. Think of it as a second honeymoon, if you like"

"Okay. We've not even had the first honeymoon yet."

"You'll like it."

"Is it a cruise?"

"Of course not. We said we'd do that when retired." He stroked his hand down her spine until she shivered against him.

"Charles…" She pressed.

"Alright. I've booked us another trip to Dubai."

She smiled broadly. "A fitting choice."

"Of course. Best hotel too, at the Palms."

"That's so expensive."

"It will be worth it."

"How exciting, and when will we be taking this expensive trip?"

"Easter break. Of course."

November 1998

Outside it was icy, autumn was definitely on its way out and in its place the sting of winter – all crisp, fresh mornings and long, dark nights.

Charles had spent the morning trying to measure for new blinds, his mother had insisted they take the old ones down and get them cleaned but he rather hoped he could convince her to opt for brand new ones instead.

He'd just climbed down from the wobbly ladder, there were a handful of customers meandering around and Violet had disappeared upstairs to make tea – he wondered if he'd get a mug.

The bell on the door chimed as it opened and a female customer came in, almost knocking him off of his feet as he'd folded the stepladder. He was about to chide her for her clumsiness when the door shut and she'd jerked back against it.

Her scarf was trapped in the door, tangled around her neck and shoulders and pinning her back with it.

"Goodness," she gasped, tugging at it, her cheeks flushing.

He leant the ladders against the window and rushed to help her, opening the door and gently extracting her scarf from its clutches.

"There you go." He said, still fussing with it as she spoke.

"Thank you so much, that could have been rather deadly," she had the most delicious Scottish accent, light, lilting, rolling over her words. He slowly looked up to her face.

"I saw a film once," she continued, "where a woman died because her scarf got caught in the wheels of a car and strangled her."

She sounded frantic, breathless, and he wondered momentarily – as she laughed at her own statement – that perhaps she was a little eccentric.

He opened his mouth to speak, but stumbled for a moment, yes, she might have been eccentric but she was perhaps the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen up close.

"Well…how awful." He plumped for, struggling for an appropriate response.

"Wouldn't it be?" She smiled at him, a full smile, eyes glistening – at first he thought her eyes dark, now he realised they were the brightest, alluring blue.

"Charles Carson," he'd said then, clumsily holding his hand out, feeling his pulse quicken.

She'd seemed surprised by the move, but to her credit only paused for a second before taking hold of his warm hand in hers, their palms connecting for the first time.

"Elsie Hughes."

'And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.'

Songs mentioned:

Honey - M. Carey

Push It- Sat and Pepa

The Right Man – C. Aguilera

The Music That Makes Me Dance – B. Streisand

You're My Thrill – J. Mitchell

And Shakespeare, of course, because he's the best.

So, there we have it – The End! Thank you SO much for all the support with this, it's been a pretty wonderful journey…. Will we ever catch up with them in the future? Maybe, we'll see. xx R