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Contents ( 62)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Chapter Forty-Two
  44. Chapter Forty-Three
  45. Chapter Forty-Four
  46. Chapter Forty-Five
  47. Chapter Forty-Six
  48. Chapter Forty-Seven
  49. Chapter Forty-Eight
  50. Chapter Forty-Nine
  51. Chapter Fifty
  52. Chapter Fifty-One
  53. Chapter Fifty-Two
  54. Chapter Fifty-Three
  55. Epilogue
  56. Acknowledgements
  57. Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
  58. Rhubarb Crumble
  59. Love Rosie Goodwin?
  60. The Days of the Week collection
  61. Tales from Memory Lane

Once the baby was clean and dressed, Holly carried her back upstairs to her mother while Emma followed with a large tea tray and some shortbread biscuits.

Ivy had washed and changed by then and she held her arms out for her baby immediately, and Holly and her mother exchanged a relieved glance.

‘I thought you might be a bit peckish after all that effort so I’ve brought you some biscuits,’ Emma told her.

‘Peckish? I’m bloody starvin’,’ Ivy declared in her own indomitable way. ‘Just pass the tray over here!’

They all laughed as she balanced the baby in one arm while snatching at the biscuits with another.

‘And when you’ve had your fill it’ll be time to give the baby hers,’ the midwife warned as she washed her hands in the bowl Emma had placed ready for her, but Ivy didn’t even flinch let alone protest.

Minutes later the baby was suckling at her mother’s breast and Ivy had a blissful smile on her face.

‘So what are you going to call her?’ Holly could hardly drag her eyes away from the happy picture.

Ivy frowned. ‘Well, seein’ as I weren’t plannin’ on keepin’ her I haven’t given it a lot o’ thought, but somethin’ will come to me.’

‘Does that mean you are planning on keeping her now then?’

Ivy grinned sheepishly as she glanced up at her friend. ‘Too bloody right I am! She’s just perfect, ain’t she?’

‘Absolutely,’ Holly and Emma agreed in unison and then they were all laughing again.

Chapter Twenty-Five

‘And so she’s decided to call the baby Alice. It’s a lovely name, isn’t it?’ she said to Richard as they sat together in the hospital canteen a couple of days later. Luckily she had been able to telephone him at the hospital from her mother’s to explain where she was when she had dashed off to be at Ivy’s side. She’d also spoken to Matron who had given her a bit of a telling-off, but Holly was still pleased that she’d gone. She wouldn’t have missed little Alice’s birth for the world. ‘She looks just like Ivy,’ she gabbled on. ‘And—’ She stopped abruptly when she saw that Richard was laughing at her.

‘Do you know you haven’t stopped speaking about that baby for the last ten minutes? I’m beginning to get a bit jealous,’ he teased.

‘Sorry.’ Holly grinned at him. ‘But when you meet her you’ll see why I’m so besotted with her.’

‘Hmm, sounds to me like this little Miss Alice has turned you all broody. And if that’s the case I shall have to make an honest woman of you, shan’t I?’

When Holly almost choked on the mouthful of tea she was in the process of swallowing he thumped her on the back.

‘Was that a proposal, Dr Parkin?’ she squeaked when she’d got her breath back, her eyes like saucers.

‘I think it was. Not the most romantic of ones I admit. But what do you say?’