My pot of tea and Jonathan’s coffee were already at the table.

‘When the hell did that silly girl bring this?’ he barked, his eyes searching the room for the culprit. ‘It’s most likely cold now.’

It wasn’t cold at all and I knew she would have rushed over with it to avoid having to talk to us again. I couldn’t blame her. If I had the option, I would have avoided us, or at least one of us, too.

‘I don’t know how you can eat that,’ Jonathan moaned as I tucked in. ‘No wonder you’ve packed the weight on.’

I didn’t think I had put any weight on. I’d hardly been sitting around twiddling my thumbs during my time with Dolly, but knew it was easier to let him rant than try and stop him mid-flow. I would just have to let him blow himself out and hope that the person administering his massage knew what they were about.

‘I was going to suggest we had a swim later,’ he said, when I didn’t get upset about the weight jibe, ‘but you’ll sink if you go in after that lot.’

My prolonged silence seemed to do the trick, and I was pouring the last of the tea before he spoke again.

‘Look,’ he said, pushing aside the crockery and glasses so he could hold my hand across the table. ‘I’m sorry, all right. I know I’ve been a bit grumpy this morning.’

A bit!

‘But I am tired from travelling and I thought that if you came back with me today, then that would be it. I wouldn’t have to worry about anything other than work and packing and I certainly wouldn’t have to drive out to the back of beyond again to pick you up.’

I sighed and let him hold my hand. This sudden reemergence of the Jonathan of old was a direct result of him not getting his own way, the perfect example of a fully-grown man having a toddler tantrum. Doubtless he had been expecting me to say I’d go along with what he wanted when I woke up and was moping because I hadn’t backed down.

I was more than disappointed that he wasn’t keeping the promises he’d made, and that I’d been so sure of, the evening Beamish and I went to the pub, but there was no way I was going to be manipulated into changing my mind. I might not have been away from Jonathan for all that long, but I had already discovered I had changed quite a bit and he had better start coming to terms with the stronger, more independent version of me otherwise he was going to be stuck with a baby he didn’t want. Himself.