Drabble: The Unthinkable

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Gene Hunt woke up.

The missus had once told him that she yearned for him to get romantic. However, the very idea of mouthing all that girlie bollocks was unthinkable even if his gut had an odd ache, which he'd duly ignored.

Times change, the missus departed, but the annoying ache returned to haunt him. This time he'd done his best to stamp all over it.

Now, with Sam's sleepy head on his shoulder, he resolved to do something. Maybe then that damned ache in his gut would leave him alone. Somehow, he'd find a way to say the unthinkable.