My heart did somersaults when Pete introduced himself at a party.
"Hello gorgeous," he said.
"Would you go out with me?"
I didn't hesitate to say yes!
He was the best looking bloke in the room.
He had dreamy brown eyes and a ripper smile.
But before things went any further, I had to be honest with him.
"I have a little boy named Danny," I told him.
"I'd love to meet him," Pete said.
When he did, Pete was fantastic with him. My heart melted watching the two of them play cars together.
I wasn't the only one who was head over heels for Pete either.
My mum, Melinda, and my older sister, Dawn, were both impressed too.
"You've got a keeper there, sis," Dawn said.
Dawn was in a relationship too but she wasn't blissfully in love like me and Pete.
We'd been together for a few years when Dawn turned up on our doorstep in tears one day.
"I've left him," she said, sobbing. "Can I come in?"
"Of course you can," I replied.
I made us a cup of tea, grabbed the chocolate biscuits and we sat at the kitchen table.
"Tell me everything," I said.
We were still chatting away when Pete got home from work.
"She's very upset," I told him when she went to the toilet.
"Do you mind if she stays the night?""Of course not – she's your sister," he said.
After that, Dawn and I grew closer.
She would pop in most days for a cuppa.
One day we were reminiscing about our old boyfriends when she reminded me of the time I'd got up to no good with her boyfriend.
I was only 15 at the time and it was a one-off thing. "Are you still angry about that?" I asked.
"Nah, not really…it's in the past," she said.
I was relieved. I'd been young and stupid and didn't know what I was doing.
Over time, Pete and I started trying for a baby.
It wasn't happening though.
Don't give up," Dawn said.
I didn't and I was thrilled when I eventually fell pregnant.
"You're going to be a daddy!," I told Pete, showing him the pregnancy test.
He was over the moon.
Dawn was too and visited a lot more after that.
Pete was often at her place too, doing odd jobs around the house.
With all my pregnancy hormones, I started having unsettling thoughts.
But they faded when I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Deanne.
She was perfect and Pete would always be gushing over her.
When she was a few months old, Pete and I had a huge argument.
He packed a bag and stormed out.
A few days later, I was surprised to discover that he was at Dawns.
Suddenly my fears escalated.
I put Deanne in her pram, marched around to Dawn's and banged on the door.
"Are you and Pete having an affair?" I asked Dawn.