I'd fallen in love with Ollie Thomas.

It wasn't hard. In fact, it was harder to not fall in love with Oliver. He's too good. But I have. I've plummeted head-over-heels, flat on my face, hopelessly and passionately in love.

I've always loved Ollie, but it's clear and I can feel it by the way I know I won't ever be able to get enough of him and the way he makes me the happiest girl in the world, I am in love.

Who knew he was right here this entire time. I've been oblivious and blind to him and what he could offer. Instead, I'd settled and it was unfair to me as well as Jeremy. My true happiness and the missing piece I never thought I needed until I did was in plain sight for twenty fours years. I simply needed to only have the guts and step out and grab for it.

"Ollie?" I whisper to him. I know it's nearing close to five AM, "Ollie." I say again, this time a little louder, and feel him stir on my stomach.

"No." He mumbles and buries down further slipping onto my stomach and sliding his hands beneath my back in an attempt to hold on.

"We have to wake up. You need to go back to your room."

He shakes his head, the scruff on his face tickling my bare stomach he's laying against.

He does this every morning. It's like dealing with a needy baby. I've caved and let him sleep in my room overnight, mostly because Gemma will be here to share it with me come today, so I wanted to get my Ollie fix in, and also because I may enjoy the things he does at night. A little.

I'm smiling wide, but keep my eyes shut, attempting to stretch beneath this giant man latching on above me tightly.

"Ollie, c'mon," I say threading my hands into his messy hair but do nothing to pull him off. The space between my thighs is already heating due to the lack of attention it's currently under when it's used to it in the morning. I'm pathetic.

"Are you about to use me then toss me out of your room?" He mutters beneath the blankets with his hands already starting to roam across my naked body.

If I could smile wider, I would. So I remain silent and roll my hips to press the center of me against his torso that's between my legs to give him my answer. With my movement, Ollie throws the blankets off from covering his head and gives me a fake glare.

We both laugh silently and he drops his eyes from my face and eyes my bare breasts then palms them kneading on them as he rests his chin on my stomach.

He rolls my nipples between his fingers and pinches them gently, knowing exactly what touching me there does.

My back arches and my legs open even wider from the attention he's showing. Ollie drops a hand between my legs and smirks with what he finds there. He swipes up the length of me slowly then removes his fingers.

My eyes widen when he licks the tips of his fingers that were just shining with my arousal and I'm both turned on even more and shocked.

He laughs then rolls off beside me, pulling me with him so I'm straddling his hips. I drag the blanket with me to help with covering my top but he yanks it away, "The doors locked. Your tits drive me wild and I want to watch them."

"Okay, but, Ty is right next door. We need to be quiet." We meaning me. I've learned I have no self-control in the quiet department once we start going.

"Ty sleeps like a log." Ollie counters and grabs my breasts that he hasn't glanced away from.

I perch myself above him and guide him inside then lower myself down moaning loudly, pleased with having him filling the inside of me.

"They're here!" Jane exclaims looking beyond the curtain she's slid off to the side.

Maggie lets out a scream and jumps from the sofa in the family room and flies over to the door. She opens it and Gemma's scream mixes with hers from outside and Ollie and I roll our eyes at our sister's reaction to seeing each other.

Maggie and Gemma begin speaking in a high-pitched language that only they seem to understand and Ty begins mocking them from his place on an armchair next to Jane. Jane swats the back of his head as George joins the madness on the walkway to help with the luggage. "Help your father, boys." Jane scolds them and I hide a smile as the boys don't hesitate to listen and climb from their spots and begin to help with the luggage.

Gemma pops in first and throws her arms around me, squeezing tightly. "Mur! You look so good!"

"You too, Gem."

I look to mom over Gemma's embrace and find my mom looking well. A far cry from how I'd left her a little over a month ago.

She's dressed in a light navy blue sweater and dark jeans with brown leather boots and her ginger hair pulled back neatly. "Hi, Mom." I hug her and she holds me back.

"Hi, baby. You look beautiful. I missed you."

"I missed you too, Mom."

We filter inside as the boys trail the luggage from the rental car upstairs in my and Gemma's room as well as mom's room.

We discuss the flight and mom and Jane break into the champagne. I guess even after the major life change of dad being here, some things still don't change. And thank goodness.

We always do the same thing on the first day to London after the red-eye long flight. Nap for a few hours, then go out to lunch and come back to enjoy an informal BBQ in the back garden.

Mom, Gemma, and I eat lunch at a nearby Indian food place we like to visit when we are in London. Dad always put up a stink about it, but now that he's out of the picture we get to enjoy the food and each other without any sort of negativity.

"So, Mur-baby, have you figured out what you're doing with school?" Mom asks finishing the last bite of food from her plate.

"Oh, yes, I think so."

Both Mom and Gemma wait in silence. "I'm putting it on hold. I have a tour with the Red Cross in November. I'll decide if I want to pursue my doctorate degree afterward."

"Oh wow." Gemma nods and glances to Mom who sucks on her bottom lip, then smiles.

"You love the humanitarian work. I'm happy for you." She smiles at me.

"Thank you, I'm excited." I knew Mom would support me, I didn't have any doubts about that, but I know we're all thinking of Dad and how he wouldn't like my decision whatsoever.

My phone vibrates in my lap and instantly, my belly flutters. I know it's Ollie. We've been texting back and forth since I left with Mom and Gemma but I chuckle to myself and don't bother with replying.

"Obviously, Dad will have his comments," Gemma adds and I scoff shrugging a shoulder.

"And I don't care to hear them." I shovel a spoonful of curry into my mouth as Mom clears her throat and takes a large sip from her sofa.

"Muriel, there's something I need to discuss with you."

Oh, God.

I gulp down the food and brace myself for whatever she's about to say.

"I'm...Your father and I are, we are getting back together."

They what?

I look to Gemma, but her blue eyes only watch me, then I look back to Mom waiting for the moment for her to break into a cackle because surely she's messing with me?

"What do you mean?" I ask because she can't possibly mean what I think she means.

She inhales a breath and nods, "Henry and I are back together. He's living back home now. I don't want a divorce."

"What the fuck?" I drop my fork to the plate, rather forcefully, and glare at my mother. "He cheated on you. Who knows how many times. Mom I walked in and saw him with his secretary."

"Muriel, I know. I've thought all of this through-"

"Clearly you haven't." I scoff and look to Gemma expecting her to help me with this but she shakes her head and shrugs.

"I know you and your father have unresolved issues, but I-"

"Unresolved issues? That's a fucking understatement."

"Muriel," Mom scolds me for my colorful language but I sit back and cross my arms.

"I don't support it. He's a joke, Mom. A liar and a cheater. I won't ever support the marriage, I'm sorry. Not after what he did to you or this family."

"I know, you are allowed these feelings. And I don't expect you to forgive him as quickly as I have-."

I laugh pretentiously and shake my head, trying not to let my anger spew over. And Mom continues, "When you are ready, your father wants to apologize to you. But he knows he needs to give you your space."

I knead my brows and refrain from letting my anger speak for me and press my lips together.

"Yeah, well. He will be waiting a long time."

I want to relay the awful things I heard dad say that day, and how he asked me to keep his infidelity from her but I'm so angry I don't dare open my mouth.

"Are we ready? I'd like to go home." I say scooping my phone up from my lap and swiping the screen to send Ollie a text message about the crap Mom just revealed.

I see my comment about 'home' has hurt my Mother, but right now, it's the truth. Especially when she is inviting that horrible person back into our lives.

Oh, Murry is finally admitting to herself she's in love!

Who do we think will say it first?

Also, what are your thoughts on Jolene and Henry getting back together? Lollll

Thanks for reading!