Chapters (38)
- Cover
- REWRITE THE STARS
- Dedication
- Author’s Note
- Epigraph
- i
- ii
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Emma Heatherington
- About the Publisher
Jack seems to agree. ‘I’d run a country mile from me on any given day, never mind the weekends,’ he jokes. ‘Ah, we’ll all grow up someday, especially when we have our twins, isn’t that right, Charlotte?’
I roll my eyes at the ongoing joke we have between us about starting a family, but I do feel a pinch of pressure now when it’s mentioned. It’s assumed to be the next step in life after marriage, isn’t it, but just like Sophie, I don’t know if I’m ready for it yet.
‘Triplets,’ says Harry. ‘That would put manners into all of us. A good old set of Irish triplets each.’
Sophie almost chokes on her breakfast. ‘Triplet boys,’ she says, ‘just to make it even more craic. Yes, that’s what we need to stop these Sunday hangovers. Gosh, my mother would think she’d died and gone to heaven if we’d even just one baby, never mind three. She’s still dropping hints like a punch in the face every time I see her.’
Jack and I exchange a knowing glance. ‘Marjorie is the same,’ he says, referring to his own mother. ‘She’s itching to hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet and makes no bones about it. We just ignore her, don’t we, Char? We’ll do things at our own pace in our marriage and not how others think we should. God, my head is banging!’
I bring him over an Alka-Seltzer and he touches my arm and smiles at me in appreciation. I have to say, one of my favourite things about living with Jack is how we always know when the other one needs a bit of looking after, and we do little things to show we care. Like the many times I’ve been crucified with period pains and he’ll bring home a load of chocolate, fizzy drinks, crisps and sweets, knowing I need to binge on the sofa watching telly while he cooks dinner. Or at more serious times, like when he recently arrived home from work after one of his patients, a young single parent called Jenny, had tried to take her own life and it had floored him. I knew he needed quiet comfort and no stress, so I ran him a bubble bath and lit the fire, then gave him some space to get his head around it.
Marriage can be hard work, but it’s also extremely rewarding and I know that what Jack and I have here in our lives is what a lot of people dream of.