Ok final chapter! I can't believe I've finished this! I've loved writing it and hope you have all enjoyed reading it!

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Chapter 7

It was four days later and Rita was being discharged. Iain had been off work since the accident but still found himself at the hospital every day, sat by Rita's bedside as they laughed, joked and spent time together.

Rita had crashed twice more in the ED but the warfarin had taken affect after that and she had been fine ever since. The pressure on her brain had been reduced by medication alone and the doctors were pleased with her progress.

"Right Nurse Freeman, time to go home." Iain announced as the charge nurse signed her discharge papers.

"Home?" Rita smiled.

"Ah, well, I have a spare key that's in need of a key ring and a wardrobe that is in need of use, not to mention a kitchen that could really do with being cooked in." Iain confessed.

"Mr Dean, are you asking me to move in?"

"Well, I know it's a horrible thought!" Iain smiled, as he helped her finish packing her bag.

"Mmm, I don't know…" Rita sighed, pretending to be debating over the offer when in reality she had already made up her mind the moment he'd utter 'home'.

Iain stared at her; he was unsure what was going on. His heart breaking more and more the longer she left him without an answer. It was too soon. He'd ruined everything. He turned away, focus back on packing.

Rita smiled to herself. She noticed Iain's disheartened face and the smiled went. She placed her hand on his cheek, turning his face towards her.

His eyes failing to meet her own.

She stretched up onto her tiptoes, his face cupped in her hands. She brought their lips together in a gentle kiss.

"Of course I'll move in with you silly." Rita told him as she broke away, their foreheads still touching, eyes locked onto each others'.

"Really?" Iain asked her, the smile on his face growing ever so slightly.

"Really." Rita assured him, watching as Iain's smile erupted and his lips came crashing down on Rita's once again.

Jez cleared his throat from the doorway.

"Um, that's enough guys, come on, young eyes watching." Jez said, pulling a face.

"Young eyes?" Rita asked, looking around.

"He means himself, come on lets go home." Iain sighed at Jez's pathetic attempt at a joke.

Rita smiled at Jez, "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Giving you a lift." He said, picking up the bag Iain had finished packing and heading off out.

"Well, Dixie's on shift and you kinda trashed my car." Iain explained.

"I'm sorry." Rita said, her face falling again.

"Rita, its fine. It wasn't your fault. I'm making a joke, it doesn't matter to me at all. All that matters to me is you, and that you are safe." Iain told her, his arms wrapping around her and his lips placing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Really?" Rita asked.

"Really." Iain reassured her.

He gave her one final kiss to her head and linked their fingers.

Jez had dropped them off at Iain's flat.

"I'm not going to have any clothes, all my stuff…" Rita started to say.

"It's fine, I borrowed your spare key when I went to get you some clothes for the hospital, I brought most of your clothes here." Iain told her.

"Thank you." Rita smiled, she placed a kiss on his lips. "So, you were pretty certain I'd say yes to moving in then?" She said as she walked inside.

Iain went bright red, if Rita hadn't have said yes he didn't know what he would have done.

The pair were cuddled up on the sofa as they watched a rerun of friends on the telly.

"Come on, lets get you to bed missy." Iain said as the credits rolled.

"Our bed." Rita smiled.

"Yes, our bed, in our bedroom, in our home." Iain smiled back.

Their hands intertwined and faces close.

Rita went to lean in. Their bed needed to be christened officially theirs didn't it.

Iain pulled back. "Early night for you. Bust day tomorrow." Iain declared as he turned the TV off and started tiding up their mess.

"What are we doing tomorrow?" Rita asked, the disappointment evident in her voice.

"Your second driving lesson silly." Iain told her as he picked up a pillow.

"What?" Rita asked, she wasn't ready. She'd barely recovered from the last one.

"Yeah, Jez's dropping an ambo off for us to use."

"Iain…"

"Reets relax, I'm not that stupid and inconsiderate, it's a joke." Iain told her as his lips came crashing down on hers.

Rita smiled, as he lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his torso, their lips locked. He carried her into the bedroom they now called theirs and the door slammed behind them.

So it's finished! Hope you have all enjoyed it and this chapter made up for all the hurt and pain I caused you in the beginning! Please leave me a review! x