9 p.m. pub chat

Amazingly, William let me have the night off - apparently I deserved it after single handedly looking after the boys myself, though it was no problem, in fact, it was easier without Will there. Nevertheless, I got changed into one of my dresses and pulled my hair into a high crimped ponytail.

"Right, see you later." I smile then give Will a quick peck. I pick up my bag and my denim jacket and leave excitedly.

My heels clopped down the long pavement to mine and David's pub, younger adults were wailing happily at the sight of pubs and night clubs. I sigh, it was shameful I missed that period of my life. I mean, I had about 6 months of partying, but that should've kept going until I was about 26...!

I kept my head low, my 1970's heels continued to clop along the pavement - it was almost louder then the people outside the clubs.

Soon enough I was at the pub, thankful I got here on time for once, I see David sitting on his usual bar stool and he smiles his crooked smile to me. I instantly feel the nervous butterflies fly out of my mouth and he stands up and greets me with a kiss on the cheek which makes me blush a rose coloured pink.

"Pint please, Larry." I smile to him.

"Go on into the back room, it's all yours for the night!" Larry passes the cool drink into my warm hand, and together me and David walk behind the bar, into the back room.

David sips his drink and then smiles. "Look, at you!" He wolf whistles me and I blush a harsher red. "Give us a twirl." He smirks. "Dress is a little short for these kind of weather conditions don't you think?"

"Oh shut it, Bowie. Besides, it's February now, it's almost spring... What are you, my father?" I smirk to him.

"Good Lord, you haven't aged a day Ros... You're still full of youth...!" He exclaims.

"You mean I still look like a teenager..." I smirk then laugh awkwardly.

"No, just, you look exactly how I remember... Which is a good thing." He reassures me and I smile back at him. "Wow this room has a few memories...!" David laughs.

"Oh God," I cover my face. "don't remind me!" I laugh too thinking of the night I went into labour with Ziggy.

"So how've you been my darling?" He ask with a crooked smile and sits on the sofa.

"Busy, very busy. Not easy having two children and a business to run." I flop down next to him - I was never as graceful as him, he was the masterpiece that God spent time creating.

"A business woman?! This is even more delightful to hear! Ros, how did you manage that?" David says excitedly.

"A lot of hard work..." I sigh.

"Yes, I had heard about your concerts from Mick, and Iggy..." He mutters quietly. "They asked if I had ever performed on your stages... I said no."

"Yeah, well, that's what you get for leaving." I spit.

"I'd love to perform on my Little Rebel's stage one day." He dreams.

"Maybe you can, one day." I smile at him. "And what of you? How've you been since 1976?"

"I'm now a movie star." He blushes and tries not to brag.

"David," I mutter and rest my hand on his blazer. "you're a wonderful actor. Not many pop stars can do the whole movie star as well... I'm impressed." I smirk and he's the one to blush a scarlet red now.

"You've watched them?" He says pleasantly surprised.

"Every single one of them... I even went to the theatre to see them, then once they were on tape, I bought them." I admit.

"Which was your favourite?" He asks smugly.

"The Man Who Fell to Earth." I instantly reply getting giddy. "That was such a beautiful film."

"Not jealous?" He winks.

"Your love scenes between you as Tommy and Candy as Mary-Lou had nothing to do with reality." I almost hope nothing else happened.

"You're quite right Little Rebel, it was just for the cameras!" He chuckles to himself and I relax myself.

"How's Zowie?" I ask caring.

"Oh he's fine! He's 13 in a few months..." He trails off. "Could you imagine if he met Ziggy?!"

"I feel as if they'd get on." I admit.

"He misses you." David mutters sadly. "He talks about you a lot."

"He hasn't seen me since be was 5 or 6... How does he remember me?"

"How could he not?" David replies with a wink.

"How's married life keeping you?" He asks then slurps some of his pint.

"I knew you'd ask." I roll my eyes.

"Not good I take it?" He puzzles.

"No, no, we're fine... Just-" I trail off, almost unsure what to tell him.

"Ironic don't you think?" David says looking out of the window.

"What's ironic?" I ask

"You marry a man who practically has the same last name as you..." David raises his eyebrows, smirks and takes a sip of his drink again.

"Oh shut up - it's just fate I suppose." I blush.

"Fate that you're a Chester and he's a Hester? No my darling, you'll always be Rosalind Chester to me."

"I thought I was more then that..." I mutter and look into his lusting eyes.

"You are, you're my little Rebel." He takes my face in his hands and pulls me gently towards him. I instantly close my eyes and feel his breath against my skin.

"David, I'm married." I breathe which instantly makes him move away from my face.

"I'm sorry Ros... I shouldn't force myself on you after so long of-"

"David... Can I ask you something?" I purse my lips.

"Of course my darling."

"Do you still love me?" The question lingers in the air and I start to wish I had never asked him! It's been 8 years since I last saw him... Why was I so stupid to ask that on the first proper meeting?!

"Rosalind," He sighs. "I wish things were as easy as I thought they'd be."

"What do you mean?"

He sips his drink and shakes his head side to side. "So how old are you now?" He changes the subject quickly. "Like, 29?"

"28, and what are you?" I ask. "Wait - wait... Let me guess." I think, and use my fan knowledge of David to calculate his age. "No way..." I mutter then laugh. "You're 37?!"

"Well hang on!" He laughs with me. "I only turned 37 a few weeks ago! You make me sound so old Rosalind Chester!" Together we laugh and then it fades... David looks at me deeply, longingly, like he was staring right at my soul. I could hear my heart trying to jump out of my chest. David rests his large hand on my pale, fragile cheek and I put my hand behind his neck.

"I've missed you Brixton Boy..." I whisper.

"I should never have left..." He mutters and slowly pulls his hand away from my face. "It's the worst mistake I've ever made, leaving you." He almost sounds like he hates himself for doing it...! "Ros, if you weren't married-" He stops himself and raises his hand to his mouth and squints his eyes tightly shut.

"If I wasn't married...?" I try to help him finish his sentence.

"Never mind my darling..." He breathes and I give up trying for the night...

One day he'll eventually tell me...

"Will you stay this time? Even if it hurts to see my husband and children?" I ask, almost pleading.

"Yes..." He mutters. "I'll stay. But Ros, I want to see you as often as I can... Please."

"I'll try, David..."

"Promise me?" He begs.

I couldn't promise... I never kept my promises... But-

"I promise." And together we raise our pint glasses as they make a clink sound in a toast to our promise.