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Chapters (43)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Epilogue
  39. Read More
  40. Prologue
  41. Chapter One
  42. About the Author
  43. BY THE SAME AUTHOR

‘I can imagine,’ she said kindly. ‘So what time will we be expecting you then?’

There was a horrified silence for a moment, then an awkward-sounding ‘Ahh . . .’

‘I’m kidding,’ she laughed, before remembering that he was probably stunned from the unexpected arrival and perhaps not up to recognizing a joke. ‘I understand. You’re ringing to cancel your holiday.’

‘Yes, I’m afraid so, because obviously Clara will be in hospital for a while and—’

‘Of course she will,’ Lorna soothed. ‘Absolutely. Well, my very best wishes to you both. To the three of you, I should say.’ Please don’t ask for a refund, she thought, her fingers tightening on the phone. Please don’t do that. You sound so nice, you and your wife and child, and it’s not as if you planned this to happen, but I really can’t let you off all that money, when we need it. Roy will kill me if I do.

‘Thank you very much,’ he said. ‘And we’re sorry to mess you around. We were both really looking forward to the holiday. In terms of the payments we’ve made . . .’

She knew it. Didn’t she know it? She felt her face twist in a grimace, anticipating the unpleasant moment when he asked and she had to say no, even though every instinct in her body wanted to acquiesce. How could she refuse him when he was so happy and emotional, when he had just become a father?

‘Obviously I know it’s too late to get any kind of a refund, and that’s fine,’ he went on, to her surprise. ‘But hopefully we can come down some other time as a family; maybe in the spring.’ He laughed, sounding tired. ‘Although I get the impression that holidays aren’t really the same when you’ve got a small person in tow.’

Her shoulders sagged in relief at how decent he was being, and how grateful she was in return, that he wasn’t going to argue or start trying to haggle her down. You’d be astonished at how many people did, and it never ended well. Left a nasty taste in your mouth every time. ‘Thank you,’ she replied. ‘Tell you what,’ she heard herself adding, because she was soft, too soft, just like Roy always said, ‘if you do decide to come back in the spring, remind me of this phone call and you can have the cottage for half-price. Our little gift to you all.’

‘Oh!’ That had surprised him. ‘That’s so kind. Thank you very much, Lorna.’

‘You’re welcome. Thanks for letting me know your news. And all the best. Welcome to parenthood.’