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The atmosphere was pretty awkward inside the car, as Ant was still feeling incredibly guilty for what had happened. Immediately, Dec sensed this and stopped daydreaming, “Ant, oh sweetie… Just forget about it, please. I loved it really… Honest I did”
“Decks…” Ant sighed heavily as gradually he turned off the road. He couldn’t concentrate. Ant rested the car in a lay-by on the side of a main carriageway as he lent back in the seat. Abruptly stopping the car.
Nervously in the passenger seat, Dec glanced at Ant, watching as he reached over to grab his hand. Dec knew, Ant was just after his touch, to know that he was OK. Warmly, Dec placed his palm into Ant’s, feeling Ant caress his skin. Cleverly Dec came up with an idea, to help Ant forget, “Ya should know Ant… That all the McPartlins are invited to Mam’s funeral” Dec stated plainly out, trying to defuse the current situation. Quickly, it worked. Instantly, Ant looked up with a surprised look, “Really Decks… Me… ma Mam and Sara? Ya sure… Guess that was ya doing” Ant asked shakily, his voice full with surprise and shock. Ant kept staring at Dec intently as Dec smiled, blushing slightly at the attention.
Supportively, Dec held equally as tight onto Ant’s hand, allowing Ant to unbuckle his seatbelt with the other. Carefully, Ant held Dec’s waist his hands before pulling Dec into the driver seat. Considerate of the cramped space, Ant shoved his seat back as Dec settled quite cosy inside his lap. Giddily, Dec smiled at the action before adding, “Yeah, it was me who invited youse lot. But Mam loved youse guys! I don’t see why I can’t, she loved the McPartlin family also as much as me Ant. I don’t think that she’d want to see the McPartlin’s and Donnelly’s divided over Ella and us” Dec explained. Intently, Ant listened and agreed with Dec’s statement. Steadily, Dec continued as he automatically curled up against Ant’s body, “If ya worried about Dermott love, then don’t be. In my opinion, he can get lost. Earmonn and the rest approve of us, even Mam did…”
“I’m not worried about your Dermott, Decks. I know you and ya brothers will keep him in check. I’m just shocked Decks… very honoured to be invited…” Ant interrupted lightly, squeezing his partner gently. Suddenly, Ant felt Dec kiss. Rapidly, running kisses along his neck. Loosely, Ant released Dec’s waist, stroking through his hair as Dec relaxed. Affectionately, Ant kissed Dec’s cheek, “I have to have youse there Ant, I’m engaged now! Without Ant… Dec’s lost pal, you’re mine now partner… By whatever means I will be dragging ya to Ireland with me…”
“More like luring me, Declan! Love hearing ya say that. Saying that I’m yours and that you’d fall apart without us” Ant teased excitedly as he gently placed Dec back upon his seat. Taking care to re-secure Dec’s seatbelt. Ready to drive them both safely home.
Abruptly Ant’s phone rang out. Rapidly, Ant retrieved it from his pocket, it was his mother. Quickly, Dec took over as Ant set the car going again, “Hey Christine, nah it ain’t Anthony…. it’s me, Declan! We’re running a bit late Christine, totally my fault…”
“Oh, Declan! Hello there pet. That’s fine love, me and Sara has just be wondering wether or not to start tea. It’s 5:30 ya know…” Christine replied warmly as Dec gestured to Ant to get moving. Playfully, Ant saluted Dec, who took this as, ‘Aye boss! I am going!’. Lightly, Dec smiled at his partner and Ant returned the action, turning back onto the carriageway.
“Sorry Christine… We totally lost track of time. Want us to pick up something for tea? We’re heading into the city centre” Dec offered as Ant caught on, readying his hand upon the indicator. Keenly, Dec kept eye contact with Ant, “Oh that would be lovely boys, thanks youse very much. Ya know our favourites by now I hope Declan, shall us girls get the movie sorted?” Christine questioned back as Dec’s face lit up. Clueless, Ant saw Dec’s face, only able to guess at what his mam had just told Dec. Anxiously, Ant stopped at the traffic lights, Dec felt the anxiety and held Ant’s hand lightly upon the gear stick. Intently, Ant listened as Dec replied, “That’ll be nice, yeah why not! It is a Sunday, better not be Alien Autopsy! I won’t thank ya for that”
Suddenly Ant laughed. Realising the conversation was about films, Dec pointed to the city centre and Ant twigged. Indicating off the carriageway, as Dec nodded eagerly which backed up Ant’s belief. During the drive, Dec kept talking to Christine, laughing and joking. Feeling at bit left out, Ant concentrated on the road and smiled at Dec when he gripped at his hand, ‘I’ll tell youse later pal… Being good honest’