Today was the day where we would find out if we would be taking custody of Zeke, four months after we all sat in the lounge that one day and found out the truth, about Anne and Colin, Cleo and her baby, and Zeke's living conditions, or lack thereof.

"Morning," I said to Jordan, walking into our kitchen. He was sat on one of the bar stools at the island in the middle of the kitchen, his leg bobbing up and down, a habit of his when he is nervous, with his head in his hands, staring at his phone. "Jordan," I went over and kissed him on the cheek, as he was thinking too hard to hear me before.

"Hey," he turned and looked at me, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "I'm scared," he said honestly.

"I know, I am too, but whatever it is we will get through it together," I held his hands reassuringly, and then he pulled me into his arms, so I was standing between his legs and his head was resting on the top of mine.

"I hope so," he mumbled, giving me a quick kiss on the top of my head before releasing me.

"I also called in reinforcements," I said smiling, opening the front door, revealing the whole gang who had come for the day.

The next half hour was everyone greeting eachother, and all of us making breakfast together. Kyle was on the fried eggs whilst Smoli took over the scrambled eggs, there was Ryan on the sausages, Max on the bacon, Oli was on the beans, Dylan and Dahlia were on the mushrooms and tomatos, I was on the hashbrowns, Jordan was on the tea and coffee, and Tabs and Lily were on the juices. I was so glad we got a kitchen with so many stove-tops. Finally, Grace laid the table, a worthy sacrifice. When I tell you there were more arguments over this one breakfast than there had been in the last week, I really mean it.

"Grace, you're laying the table so badly, you have the easiest job as well," grumbled Jordan, putting down the pot of coffee and rearranging the cutlery.

"I still don't understand why you did scrambled eggs," Dylan rolled his eyes.

"Scrambled eggs are iconic," Smoli defended himself.

"Iconically not part of a fry-up, yeah," Max laughed.

"Shut up bacon-boy," Smoli bit back.

"At least bacon is the key ingredient of a fry-up," Dylan said.

"At least I don't need my girlfriend to help me fry up some mushroom and tomatoes," Smoli rolled his eyes.

"You're the most whipped boy I've ever seen!" Kyle added to the conversation.

"Excuse me? Have you met Mr Jordan fucking Shaw?!" Smoli looked shocked.

"That's true," added Noah.

"Not my fault I have such a gorgeous girlfriend," Jordan winked at me, making me blush slightly.

"See what I mean?" Smoli gestured to the two of us. "I'm surprised Jordan hasn't taken over your oh so hard job of putting hashbrowns in the oven."

"Shut up and scramble your eggs," I laughed at him.

"What she said," Ryan added.

"Oh Ryan, on the sausage, of course, you looooove sausage," teased Max.

"Piss of Miss Maxine," said Ryan, pointing his fork at Max.

"You're gunna burn the beans!" Dahlia exclaimed to Oli, who was too busy laughing at what was going on.

"Oliiiiii," whined Smoli, "the fucking beans man!"

It went on like that for a while. Eventually all of the food was cooked and placed on the table, and we all dug in. I think that having everyone over, and arguing, helped ease Jordan's nerves a little bit, and distract him from everything else going on, but I knew that they could call us at any point in the day, so I had planned a whole day's worth of distracting activities. The next one was a game of football in the garden.

"Right, Kyle and Jordan, you guys are captains," I said, handing an arm band to each of them. "Choose your team."

"I'm not playing," Tabs out her hands up.

"What?!" Smoli said, "what about in goal? There's more of you to whack the ball away," he indicated towards her larger, pregnant belly.

"Piss off," Tabs punched him in the arm, and then went over to the bench we had moved to watch the game.

"Jordan, you can't pick Berry first either," Dylan pointed towards Jordan, with a mock serious face on, making us chuckle.

Jordan chose Max first, classic, I knew he was going to do that. Then Kyle chose Ryan, two strong players out of the way. I was picked next by Jordan whilst Kyle went for Dylan. The teams ended up being Jordan, myself, Max, Oli, Dahlia, Noah and then Kyle, Ryan, Dylan, Lily and Smoli on the other team.

The dynamics were certainly weird, as Kyle and Dahlia were siblings, and kept on 1v1ing eachother, trying to one-up eachother a lot of the time. Then Smoli and Lily were on the same team, and Lily, bless her heart, was awful at football and Smoli, being the competitive guy he was, was trying really hard not to shout at her the same way he would shout at anyone else. "Lily, I love you, but please tackle," he would shout across the field, and she would glare daggers back at him, only to miss Oli or Max side stepping her and making it to the goal.

Personally, I wasn't too bad at playing, when I was younger, I used to play hockey for my local team, and they're all ball games really... I even got one of the goals!!

"Offside man!" shouted Ryan across the pitch.

"No way babe," Noah shouted back, continuing to dribble the ball towards the goal and score a lovely shot in the back of the net.

"What?! Ref!" Ryan gestured towards Noah, looking at Tabs, who was now apparently the referee.

"What?" Tabs looked up from her phone, clearly having not paid attention.

"Offside rule," Ryan repeated himself.

"What even is that?" Tabs asked, to which Ryan just rolled his eyes and mumbled something.

"Right enough of this stupid game," Lily walked over and sat, dramatically, next to Tabs.

"Loser," Smoli laughed at his girlfriend.

"What was the score?" I asked the group.

"No idea, lost count," Tabs shrugged her shoulders, earning a load of groans from the very competitive boys, and Dahlia, who wanted to know if they had won.

"You're the worst ref ever," Dylan shook his head.

At some point, Max and Kyle had gone inside and brought out a crate of beers and a crate of ciders, as well as most of the snacks in our cupboards. We had all gathered around the bench, either sitting on the bench or on the floor. Beers and ciders were passed around, with the bottle opener to follow it, and snacks were opened and placed in the middle of the circle. That was what took us to lunchtime, and the only change there was then, when the snacks got changed to takeaway.

I was currently sat on Jordan's lap, nestled in between his legs with his arms wrapped comfortably around me, and his chin on my shoulder. He was currently joining in the roasting of Smoli, which was currently being led by Dylan, of course.

"Berry, are you going to let him say that?" Smoli gestured towards me and then Jordan. I didn't even hear what Jordan said; I was kind of distracted.

"Ummm," I trailed off.

"Don't get his girlfriend to tell him off," laughed Dylan. "You're such a baby."

"Piss off you little-," Smoli started, but it was cut off by the ringing of a phone, not just a phone, but Jordan's phone.

He looked down at it for a second, completely frozen, until I nudged him, and then he moved quick as lightning to pick it up. "Hello... Yes... Okay... Okay... Yes... Okay... Thanks... Alright, Bye," he hung up the phone. We all looked towards him, waiting to hear what the news was. He shut his eyes, squeezing them shut, and rubbed his hand over his face. Then he opened his eyes again, scanned the crowed, and burst into a million-watt smile. "He's moving in next week." We erupted into cheers, congratulations, plans for what's about to happen. The rest of the evening consisted of a party, of sorts, until eventually everyone dispersed and it was just Jordan and I in the house.

"How are you feeling? About all this, I know it's a lot, and you didn't exactly sign up for it all those months ago..." he trailed off.

"Jordan, babe, I'm here with you, me and you against the world yeah?" I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

He looked deep into my eyes, and shook his head slightly, saying, "what did I do to deserve you?"

"Hmmm, not sure, but I can tell you what you can do to thank me," I flirted with him.

"Oh really? And what does the princess want?" he cocked his eyebrow slightly.

I brought him in close, so that my lips were right by his ear and whispered, "you," giving his ear a slight nibble.

"Fuck," he said breathlessly, before picking me up and carrying me to our bedroom, where he proceeded to make hot, passionate love to me, to the early hours of the morning.