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Chapters (52)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by Tricia Stringer
  4. Title Page
  5. Dedication
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Acknowledgements

“Of course it is. They make a good pair. I’ve hardly seen Tom since he first mentioned it. I didn’t realise he’d actually gone out with her.”

“Since when does he discuss his love life with you?”

“I wouldn’t really say we discussed his love life. Somehow Louise came up in conversation when he was here doing paperwork one day.”

“What paperwork?”

“Oh, something to do with the TAFE course,” she said vaguely. “Has he said much about it?”

“The TAFE course?”

“No! About going out with Louise.”

“He doesn’t need to. He spends half his time with that lopsided grin on his face and the rest of his time sending her text messages. I’m sure that’s what he was doing when he hit the tree.”

“We should invite them over for a meal.”

“Let’s say goodbye to this lot of visitors first.”

“Don’t you like my family being here?”

“Of course I do but it will be nice having the house to ourselves again.” He decided to have one more try at drawing her into his embrace. Paula began to respond then abruptly rolled away. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” she whispered. “But I do agree it will be nice to be on our own again.”

He noticed the playful grin on her face just before she turned out the light and wriggled back into his arms. “Let’s get rid of this, shall we,” he murmured and slid his hands under her t-shirt.

* * *

Hours later Paula lay listening to her husband’s gentle breathing. She had been blissfully asleep curled up in his arms only to be woken by her bursting bladder. She’d dragged the t-shirt back on and creeped down the long cold passage to the toilet. Surely it wouldn’t always be like this. Her body was changing in all kinds of ways. And not all of them good.

Back in the bedroom a gentle pressure sent her hands to her stomach and she glanced in Dan’s direction. She could still hear the rhythmic sound of his deep breathing. He hadn’t felt the baby move yet. It didn’t happen often. Or at least she didn’t notice it often. She’d confided to Alison that she wasn’t always sure if it was the baby or wind. Her sister had laughed and assured her it was probably the baby and she would soon know the difference.