"Wakey-wakey baby!".
Heather wearily opened her eyes to the sight of a smily-faced Ben looking down at her. "Ugh, I'm tired," she mumbled. "Let me get back to sleep!".
Ben shook Heather up and gave her a kiss to wake her. "I bet your worn out after last night!" he laughed, sitting up in bed.
Heather slowly started to remember details from the previous night and grinned. "I had a really wild night," she told Ben.
He laughed. "I hope we managed to 'make Anthony'!".
At that moment, Nicole came skipping into the room. "Mum, dad! Hurry up I want to go out now," she complained. She was already fully dressed, and was waiting to go to a friend's house.
"OK, I'll take you," Ben agreed, getting out of bed and pulling on a dressing gown.
Nicole turned at Heather, looking puzzled. "What did dad mean by 'making Anthony'?" she asked.
Heather blushed. "Um... we really want you to have a little brother, so maybe one day soon we will have a little baby. Anthony is a name we both like,".
"Babies, yuck," Nicole said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "They stink of talc and horrible baby food. Plus they cry all night,".
"Shhh, you were a baby once too," Ben pointed out.
When Ben and Nicole had left, Heather got on the phone to Sam. "The court case begins in a couple of days," she said to Sam. "Are you free today, we could go over the last minute details,".
"Yes," Sam replied. "Why don't you come over and we can go over the paperwork and other stuff,".
So Heather set off to Sam's big mansion by the river. "Hello," Sam smiled as she let Heather in. "Before we start going over the court matters, let me show you something!".
Sam led Heather into a room on the second floor, which was Sam's art studio. "I've been taking art classes over the past couple of months," Sam informed Heather. "And I made this for Johnny,". She pointed at an object hidden by a cloth.
Heather pulled the cloth off to see... a clay model of Johnny's head. It looked just like him! "That's amazing!" Heather gasped. "Wow! Well done,".
Before Sam could say a word, the doorbell rang. Sam smiled. "It's Johnny, he didn't tell me he was coming over today,".
Sam let Johnny in and led him up to the studio. He was delighted by the clay model. "I love it Sam, thanks!" he smiled, giving Sam a big hug.
The following day was a big day for Tasha. She was getting married! After getting engaged, Marat had been impatient and booked the wedding for as soon as possible. The ceremony was being held in a posh mansion house on the edge of London, not too far from where Sam lived.
"Congratulations, Mrs Safin!" Helen cried as she threw confetti over the happy couple after their wedding as everyone celebrated in the large gardens.
"Thanks," Tasha blushed, holding Marat's hand. "I'm glad you could make it,".
Helen went over to find Paul, who was chatting with Christian, Mark and Ben. "We're filming the new video to our next single in a few weeks time," he told Helen.
Ben grinned. "It's the song I wrote for Heather," he informed her.
"We're discussing where to film it," Paul continued.
"OK, I won't disturb your business meeting," Helen said, walking off to find some of her mates. She saw Sam and Johnny kissing up a tree, Linda was talking to Solma, Heather was pouring out a drink for Enrique...
Enrique. Tasha's ex. Why was he there?
Sam wandered over to Heather after Enrique had walked off. "Why's he here?" she asked.
Heather shrugged. "Said he wanted to wish Tasha all the best,".
Sam shook her head. "There's something creepy about him, I don't know what though...".
Enrique was watching Tasha. Watching her every move. He thought about her all the time, every day. He couldn't get over the fact he'd lost her to Marat.
He watched as Tasha and Marat danced together. "Today was the best day of my life, better than winning any tennis tournament," Marat said to Tasha.
She grinned back at him. "It was my best day ever too,".
This made Enrique go into a rage of jealousy. "If I can't have her, no-one can," he vowed quietly.
Later on when Marat was chatting with his mates and Tasha was alone, Enrique approached her. "Hi darling, how are you?".
Tasha looked up in surprise. "Oh, great thanks,".
"You look beautiful in the dress," Enrique said. "But you'd look much better in my bed,".
Tasha was shocked and flushed red, feeling shy.
"Come with me," Enrique whispered in her ear in a sexy voice. "Come to my hotel room, have one last moment of passion with me," he asked.
Tasha couldn't forget the great times they had had in the past and without thinking it through, she nodded. "OK,".
Ten minutes later, Tasha found herself in Enrique's hotel room. She sat nervously on his bed, starting to regret going there. "Enrique, maybe I shouldn't be here...".
Enrique turned to her and smiled. "Don't leave, you've only just got here!". He locked the door and put the key in his pocket. "I'll make you a drink,".
He walked over to the drinks cabinet and took two glasses. He poured some wine into both of them and in one he poured... poison.
"Enjoy," he grinned, passing Tasha the glass.
"Thanks," she whispered.
Enrique drank some of his wine then placed his hand on Tasha's knee. "Let me get you out of that dress...". he started to untie the back of her wedding dress.
Tasha started to panic. She couldn't do this to Marat, the man she loved, the man she had just married. "No, Enrique. I can't!".
Enrique stopped and looked into her eyes. "Ok, we'll sit and talk. Have some of the wine,". He laughed quietly to himself, wondering how long the poison would take to work.
Tasha gulped it down quickly. "Can I go now? Marat will wonder where I am,".
Enrique pointed to he door. "It's locked, you're not going anywhere,".
"Please?" Tasha gasped, jumping up and trying to rush to the door.
Enrique stopped her. "Kiss me," he whispered in her ear.
"OK, but afterwards you've got to let me go," she said.
Enrique nodded and they kissed. But after a short while, Tasha broke away. "I feel sick..." she moaned, slumping into a chair and putting her hand on her head.
Enrique rubbed his hands together excitedly. "If I can't have you, no-one can. That's why you're going to die. Enjoy the wine, it's my speciality,".
Tasha stared at him in shock. "No..." she gasped.
Enrique laughed and walked out of the room. In a panic, Tasha grabbed her handbag and found her phone. She dialled Sam's number.
Sam was looking after Nicole at the party, and it was Nicole who answered the phone. "Hello, goodbye!" she giggled as she hung up straight away.
Sam noticed this and asked Nicole who it was. "I don't know," she shrugged, throwing the phone to Sam.
Sam was curious who it was so she dialled 1471. "Tasha," she whispered to herself. She'd noticed Tasha had been gone for ages...
Meanwhile in the hotel room, Tasha's head was clearing. She didn't feel so bad any more. "Enrique!" she shouted. "Let me out!".
Enrique came back into the room, grinning from ear to ear, in a way that creeped Tasha out. "Let me make your last few minutes enjoyable!".
Tasha backed away as he came along. "Get lost!" she shouted, slapping him hard across the face.
Her phone rang so she lunged forwards and picked it up. "Come quick!" she cried, saying which hotel and which room she was in, just before Enrique grabbed it and hung up.
Tasha slapped him again. "I'm leaving," she cried, running to the door and banging on it, trying to open it.
"Stop," Enrique said, following her. But before he got to the door, he stopped and fell to the floor. "Oh no," he moaned.
Tasha watched in amazement as Enrique lay on the floor crying in pain. "The poison," he moaned. "I must have drank it instead, no....".
Tasha stood and watched, until the door was forced open. Marat, Sam and Johnny were standing there, all looking on in horror as Enrique died on the floor.
"He tried to poison me," Tasha uttered. "But he poisoned himself by accident,".
Marat put an arm around Tasha and gave her a big hug. "It's all over now, let's go back,".
With a smile of relief, Tasha let Marat lead her outside, back to their wedding.
"What a party!" Helen giggled as she and Paul stepped out of a taxi and stumbled into their house in the early hours of the morning. They had enjoyed the wedding and were still wide awake and not ready to settle down and go to sleep.
"The kids are away so let us play!" Paul cried as they walked inside and closed the door. The twins were staying with Helen's parents for the night, so they had the house to themselves.
"Want a drink?" Paul asked as they went into the kitchen and held up a bottle of vodka.
Helen shook her head. "No, we've both had one too many!" she laughed. "I've had a better idea, I know something fun we can do,".
Paul followed her into the conservatory, where her new video camera was lying, still unused. "Let's make a movie!".
Paul laughed. "OK!".
Helen put some batteries in the camera and put in a black tape. She and Paul went into the bathroom and set the camera on its tripod. She hit record and faced the camera. "Welcome to the Marazzi household," she said as she unbuttoned her shirt. "Paul and I are going to show you around our lovely house...".
Paul started laughing and made faces at the camera.
Helen turned to him and ripped off his shirt. "Firstly, we're going to show you our splendid jacuzi!". She put the tap on and filled the jacuzi with hot water.
After that, they moved into he bedroom. "This is the best room in the house," Paul told the camera. "Helen and I will demonstrate what we get up to, it's even steamier than the hot tub!".
A couple of hours later, the pair of them were tired so they put the camera away. "That was a good laugh," Helen told Paul as they turned out the lights.
"Yeah, I haven't had such a good laugh in ages," Paul agreed. "Good night honey, I love you,".
Helen smiled as she snuggled next to Paul. She was glad everything with Stuart was over. Now she could commit herself to Paul 100%.
"Love ya too," she whispered in his ear.
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