"Oh, you will so have to come to my place on New Year’s Day. I plan to cook my favourite," Mark says.

"You what?" I ask surprised because this is the first I have heard of this.

 "Mac and cheese with a twist," he says.

 "Baby, any other day, yes, but not for a special day," I say.

 "Ha-ha, mate, she has you wrapped around her finger," Warren says.

 "Well, I'm not doing anything. Warren will be working, and I'm not partying," Jenny says.

 "Join me. We can have a onesie party," I respond.

 "That's pregnant friendly," she says, rubbing her bump.

 "And kid friendly, too. Connor and Mark can go out," I add.

 "Baby, I will be with you. It’s our first New Year’s together. I'm up for a onesie party, but do I actually have to wear one?" Mark says.

 "Of course, you do, or you can’t come," Jenny answers.

 Jenny and I have always ended up together on New Year’s. Even when we are out at a bar, we leave before midnight because neither of us really likes it. I think a party would be a good idea and something that Kate can be involved in. We could do some fun dressing up. I would love to see Mark as a lion because he seems to have a thing for them, or at least the roaring part.

 "We will sort the full-on plans tomorrow," Warren says. "I don't want to be at work, but I will have to go in at one point though."

 I will be glad when I can crawl into bed tonight. I'm shattered. Today has been such an emotional day. I need to sort out my head. I love Mark, and I want to be with him. I have to think of my daughter though. I don't want John taking her, and I definitely don't want him. I just don't know what to do. Why has this been such a complicated Christmas? I just wanted a simple, magical one.

 "Bed now," Connor says, picking up Kate from the floor. She fell asleep with her head on the pram cover hugging her dolly.

 "It’s been such a busy day for her," I state.

Lucy has been asleep for a couple of hours now; she will be up soon for a feeding and then out again until morning. I hope she grows out of getting up so often during the night.

 "Megan, would you be upset if I went to bed, too," Jenny asks.

 "No, go," I say, standing and picking up our empty glasses. Well, I have been drinking Coke all day.

 "Night, hun," Jenny says, "Thank you for an amazing day."

 I finish collecting all the dishes and load them into the dishwasher. Yeah, I'm feeling lazy now. I don't like washing dishes though, so the dishwasher was one of the first items I bought when I got the house. I don't use it as much as I should. I feel Mark's hands wrap around my waist, pulling me back and close to him.

 "Baby, do you want me to do Lucy Doo's milk? That way you can get that sweet arse of yours to bed," he says as he kisses my neck.

 "That would be great, but only if you want to, baby," I answer, spinning around to face him.

 "Anything for my two special ladies."

 "Thank you," I say, kissing his cheek.

 Before walking upstairs, I turn off everything and move the presents to the side so that no one trips. I can hear Mark chatting to Lucy.

 "Lucy, you’re so cute. I can’t wait to have a house full of more little ones. I hope you can see me as a dad. I would do anything for you. I'm never going to let your dad hurt you."

I walk into the room and place a kiss on my daughter’s head. "Goodnight, 

Lucy." I walk back out, leaving him to it.

"Hey, baby, you’re still awake." Mark points out as he creeps into the bedroom.

"Yeah, I was waiting to cuddle with you."

"Give me thirty seconds and then I'm all yours," he says, pulling off all his clothes and leaving just his tight arse black boxers. 

He climbs into the bed and pulls me close. I lay my head on his chest, and he wraps his hand around my back. I feel so safe.

"Thank you for sorting Lucy," I say.

"Anything for you."

I lift my head and place a kiss onto his lips.

"Megan, I'm sorry but I need to ask you something. I just didn't know when the right time would be."

I sit up straight because this sounds bad. "Go on."

"Don't look so worried. I have been looking into starting a new office in this end of the world, and I need to fan things out a bit more. With you here, it makes more sense. I want to be with you all the time. Will you move in with me?"

"What?"

"Will you move in with me?" he enunciates each word slowly. 

I sit there looking down. What do I do? Follow my heart or follow my brain?

"Mark...”