you and ewan had been dating for a while now, completely infatuated with each other. you live in a large house in crieff together and always dreaming of having a child running around in it. he worked as a history teacher in the local high school and you worked as an artist

you were on holiday together in the lake district, a short drive down from scotland, and staying in a lovely hotel, in ambleside

the hotel had an indoor pool, jacuzzi, gym, bar, restaurant, you name it. one night you and ewan went down to the pool after dinner, the moonlight streaming through the large glass windows

after a few lewd jokes from ewan about skinny dipping, you both got in, glad to be alone. you were swimming laps whist ewan rested on the side

ewan wore his favourite pair of trunks, the ones you secretly like, and you wore a black bikini, which ties at the back, the one he - not so secretly - loves

just as you were about to finish your lap, he steps in front of you “having fun are we?” his scottish accent laces his every word, almost making you fold