"Hey son," I say, sitting down next to Maisy as she skypes Jake at the university. He looks hungover, bless him. I will remember to talk louder. Jake is a good kid that calls his mum once every week in fear she will actually turn up at his dorm room if he doesn't.

"Hey Dad," he greets me.

"Jake was telling me about his girlfriend. He wants to bring her home for the holidays," Maisy tells me. There have been countless girlfriends since his first date at fourteen. I've lost count of them over the years. He’s a heartbreaker, just like his dad once was. Now, I couldn't look at anyone other than Maisy. She is the perfect woman, she always was. I glance at my wife, whose long black hair is all curled, and she has a lovely grey sweater dress on and knee-high black boots. She is beautiful and oh so sexy. I'm counting down until Isabelle goes off to university and I can Maisy all to myself. Though I will miss our little girl.

"You serious about her?" I ask him, and he rubs his head of black hair.

"I love her. I think you guys will like her, too," he says, shocking me a little but I see the smile he has. The way his cheeks are a little red. He really likes this one.

"Anyone you love, we love son," Maisy states. "I can't wait to see you both, and she is more than welcome."

"We have to go. It's Harley's birthday party remember," I say.

"It starts at six," Maisy says.

"No, five. We’re late," I reply.

"Crap," Maisy mutters. "Sorry, babe, we have to go. I will call you next week, same time."

"Sounds good to me, Mum. Bye, Dad!" he says, and Maisy says goodbye one more time before he ends the call. We quickly grab our coats, say goodbye to the cat and get into the car before making the short drive to Harley's.

"With the way he talks about this mystery girl, we could have grandbabies sooner rather than later," Maisy says, her voice clearly full of hope, whereas the idea of being called grandpa doesn't sit well with me. No, my grandchild will call me grandad badass, which will make me feel better.

"I'm sure they’re being safe," I reply, knowing it's too soon.

"Or we could have a wedding! That would be so lovely," she says, clearly lost in daydreams.

"You haven't even met this girl and seen them together, and you are already planning a wedding," I mutter, turning into Harley's driveaway.

"Well Emilia would do the wedding for them," she says, letting out a little sigh. Poor Jake.

"I love you; you know that May?" I ask her, using my nickname I know she loves.

"I've always loved you. That hasn't changed," she replies as I park my car behind Elliot's. I scan the cars, seeing that Izzy and Blake aren't here unless they are walking over.

"I think we aren't the last ones," I tell her as I take the key out the car after stopping it. Maisy surprises me by leaning over and kissing me. I slide my hands into her hair, and she climbs onto my lap, deepening the kiss.

"Can we stay in the car for a bit?" Maisy asks, kissing me once more.

"You know I'd never say no to that," I reply and kiss her. Nothing has changed from the first kiss to the kiss today between us. Kissing Maisy feels like coming home, and I know it always will.