A FEW MONTHS later, Louise and Jack had bought a nice cottage together in Berwick - the middle of Glasgow and Newcastle, so neither were too far from each side of their families.

One day when the two were planning their wedding at home with the help of both their mothers and limited help from their sisters, they stumbled onto the invitations topics.

"Right, clearly you want all of ya families going," Pat commented, noting down what she was saying. "So, me, Gerald, Carey, Andrew, their partners and children, your aunts and uncles, your cousins. Right?" Pat spoke to Louise, seeing if there was anyone else she forgot in her family. Louise nodded at her mother's quick list, believing that was all her family members. "And Jack, you'll want Maggie, Wilf, Chrissie and Angus. All your aunts, uncles and cousins. Anyone missing?" Jack shook his head at the list Pat made of his family. "Brill. Now, friends?"

Louise thought for a second. She didn't many friends outside the family but the ones she did were from school or the hospitals that she used to work in during the war. "Can ya put Jenny Gale, her husband and Uma Lloyd down. Ya know, from school," Pat nodded, smiling as she wrote down the names of her daughter's childhood friends. "Oh, and Suzie Gallagher!" Suzie was one of her closest friends from the war. Thankfully, she wasn't on the hospital ship that sank with the Davies sisters on and the two remained in contact ever since.

"Jack?" Margret asked her son.

"Could ya put Henry Adan, Harry Thompson and Tom Farrier and his wife down for me," Jack nodded. Jack had told Louise about his friends. He only had three really close friends. She had met them a few times. Henry and Harry were his childhood best friends from school, and Tom was his best mate in the RAF. He told her about his hard times during the war, how he got captured by the enemies but managed to escape. But he wasn't the same afterwards which was understandable, but Louise always thought he was a charming lad even though he didn't talk as much as he used to, according to Jack.

Pat and Margret looked over the list together. It was fairly long considering the sheer amount of family members in it. "Anyone else?"

Jack looked to Louise and they shared a silent thought together. Louise suddenly gasped and clutched onto Jack's arm. "Could we invite Mr Dawson and his son?" She asked her fiance.

Jack smiled at the thought of their saviours. If it wasn't for them, Jack and Louise would both be dead, and they wouldn't have found comfort and love with each other if they weren't rescued by the father and son. The only problem was that they didn't share any contact information before they parted ways 7 years ago. They could be dead for all they know. But the hopeful look in Louise's eyes made him agree. "Yeah, alright. Do ye know where about they live?"

"I know it's somewhere in Dorset. George told me before he... ya know," she trailed off. She still didn't like talking about George. In the entire 6 year war, George was the only patient she couldn't save, and to this day, she still couldn't get over it.

Jack nodded, wrapping his arm around her waist comfortingly. "How about we go down to Dorset one day and try and hunt 'em and give them their invitations in person, yeah?"

Louise grinned and nodded. "I'd love that."

The two mothers jotted the names down. "Anyone else?"

As if a light bulb flashed over her head, Louise nodded. "I want to invite this soldier I met at war. He saved my life. The name's Murphy Gray," she spoke as her mother noted the name down. "You know that shell-shocked soldier on the yacht?" She asked Jack, trying to get him to remember him.

"Oh, yeah," Jack drawled out. "The one who threw scalding tea at ye," he seethed out as his eyes scanned the faded scars on her neck and arms. When Lousie told him what actually happened with the tea, he wasn't angry at her, he was angry at the soldier for doing it - whether it was an accident or not. But he pushed those thoughts aside when she told him how he saved on the hospital ship when he didn't need to. For that, he'll always be grateful to him. "Sure, put him down."

Louise knew where he lived. His address was on his charts that she looked at throughout the day when he came on board the hospital ship, and Louise was a perfect memory.

"When do you wanna go to Dorest then?"Louise asked Jack, smiling up at him.

Jack hummed, his hand rubbing over the light scruff on his face. "We can head off tomorrow, aye?"

And so they did, by afternoon tomorrow, the young couple were walking down the cobbled streets of Dorset villages, in hopes to spot the father and son that saved them 7 years ago. She remembered Peter telling her that his father owned a small tailor shop in the village, so that was what she was looking out for.

Soon enough, Jack pointed to the only tailor shop in the entire village and they both ran up to the door but the big sign that was stuck to the glass stopped them in their tracks. 'CLOSED'.

"Oh, fucks sake," Louise mumbled, turning away from the door causing a chuckle to rumble through Jack's throat. Louise smiled. She saw a mother with a pram walking up the street and hastily walked up to her. "Excuse me, miss? Do you happen to live around here?"

"Yes?" The mother nodded, stopping in the journey as she eyed Louise and Jack.

"Do you know who owns this shop?" Jack asked, pointing over his shoulder at the tailors.

She nodded once more. "Yes. That's Mr Dawson's shop. Owned it for 20 years now."

Louise sighed in relief as she realised they were on the right tracks. "Do you know where he lives?"

The mother narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Why?"

Louise held onto Jack's hand. "We saved both in the war and now we're getting married," she grinned. "We wanted to invite him and his son to our wedding but we don't know where they live," she rushed to speak out, her adrenaline rushed through her body.

The mother held a hand to her heart. "That's so sweet! he lives just down the road. The only red door on the left," she pointed.

"Thank you!" Jack and Louise shouted out as they ran towards the Dawson residence. They stopped before the only red door in the entire street and looked to each other. Louise was nervous and she didn't know why. Jack raised his hand and knocked on the redwood, before clasping his fiance's hand once more.

After a moment, the door creaked open and an older woman with grey hair revealed herself. "Hello, how can I help you?"

"'Ello, is Mr Dawson or Peter in today?" Jack asked politely, showcasing his adorable smile that Louise quickly fell in love with.

The woman turned her head back inside her house. "Mark! Peter! There are people here to see you!" She shouted before smiling back at the couple.

Both Mark and Peter came to the door with confusion written over their faces. But once they saw Louise and Jack, their confusion soon dissolved into shock.

"Hello again," Louise spoke quietly with a smile as she eyed Mr Dawson and Peter. Peter had grown up a lot since she last saw him, and so had Mr Dawson.

"You're the nurse and the pilot we saved in Dunkirk," Mark whispered, still in shock. "Jack and Louise?" Louise felt happy tears brim her eyes as she nodded with Jack. Mark began to cry too as he enclosed them in a hug, thankful that the two lovely passengers he met 7 years ago were still alive. "What are you two doing here?!"

After Louise and Jack had separated from their hug with Peter, they turned to each other. "Well, firstly, we wanted to thank ya again for saving us all those years ago," Louise began.

"Secondly, we wanted to tell ye that we," he turned to Louise with an awe-struck simper. "Are getting married. And wanted to give ye your invitations in person," Jack spoke, handing both Peter and Mark their invitations. "And of course, you're invited as well Mrs Dawson," Jack spoke to Mark's wife.

Mark and Peter felt like crying as they stared at the invitations in their hands. They always knew that the two would get married but didn't know if they had survived the war to see it through. Peter gulped back a sob before smiling at the war nurse and pilot. "Congratulations!" he hugged them again. "George would be happy for you," he whispered to Louise.

Louise sadly smiled, glancing at her soon-to-husband once more. "Thank you, Peter."