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years of the contract, and then we’ll reassess.
    “I know, babe, me too, but...”
    “I know, Pip, I understand. I just miss you.”
    After a couple of hours gossiping and generally catching up, Rosie takes a picnic lunch to the kids, for them to eat in the bedroom den they have made, and I decide to show her what I’ve been using Vinnie for.
    I’m nervous, not only is she a writer, so I’m worried what she’ll think of my storytelling, but also, the things I’ve written are about her too, and really personal. I hope she’s not offended by any of it.
    “So, the journal that you gave me,” I know I sound strange and she eyes me curiously, “I decided to use it to write down my story.”  Rosie swallows the gulp of tea she just took and opens her mouth to question me; I continue.  “You know, the important moments in my life that I feel led me to the person I am now, and to the life I lead now. It's something for me to look back on when I’m old, and you’re dead, and I have nobody to talk to anymore.” I wink, and Rosie laughs.
    We always joke about which one of us will die first, and that we should probably make a pact to die together when we’re old and grey, run our Zimmer frames into the Grand Canyon or something.
    “I see. Have you finished? Can I read it?” She puts her tea down on the coffee table and looks at me, genuinely.
    “I’m not finished yet; I’m just about to start on the ‘uni days’. I’m enjoying it, though.”
    “Let me see then,” she says, smiling excitedly.
    I push myself up from the sofa and make my way over to the window seat. I sat there yesterday, reading over what I had written so far and left Vinnie there. I hold him in my hands for a minute before turning and walking back towards Rosie.
    “Okay, you better know, there are things in here about you too. I don’t want you to be upset.” I say, anxiously.
    “Pip, I spent almost every day of my life with you, of course, I’m in there.” Rosie winks and holds out her hands, “It’s fine.” She reassures, and I hand him over.
    I decide to distract myself while she reads and go to look for something in the fridge that I can cook for tea when Ben gets home. When I sit back down on the sofa and look at my friend, she’s holding Vinnie in her hands, he’s closed, and she’s quiet.
    “I love it,” she says, in almost a whisper. “Pip,” she looks me in the eyes, “I love it.”
    Rosie smiles and puts Vinnie on the coffee table, and I take a deep breath, we’re good.
     
    After Rosie and kids left, Ben and I eat dinner and take a bath together. Rosie has taken Holly for a sleepover; insane, I know, happily letting herself in for a night with four kids in their fairly small London flat; Jackson will be so pleased!
    Ben and I decided to make the most of some quiet time. Before Holly, on a Saturday night, we would have fucked like rabbits, drank champagne, listened to music and fucked some more, tonight though, we take a bath, drink hot chocolate and decide to have an early night and watch Family Guy in bed.
    Ben is such a peaceful sleeper. He snores if he’s had a lot to drink or isn’t well, but generally, he is sickeningly angelic. Breathing softly while his long, dark lashes rest on his cheekbones, peaceful, and out cold. I can’t sleep, though. I’m so uncomfortable. My back hurts, and I feel sick, so I get up and try to make myself comfy on the window seat.
    It’s raining, heavily. The rhythm of the drops hitting the window is calming and settles my stomach somewhat. I lean my head back against the cool wall and watch as the water continues to fall, creating movement on an otherwise still suburban street in the dead of night.
    I’ve always been a bit of a night owl, usually choosing to be in a nightclub or a bar at this time rather than in my pyjamas, sitting in my living room window, but right now I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. It’s quiet and calm. The room is cool and still, and exactly what