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She held his gaze. ‘Chris, the baby looks fine to me. Stop worrying. I know you struggled after what happened to you and Camile, but that won’t happen again. Very few pregnancies are completely straightforward. There’s always something. I know, I’ve had four. Blood pressure too high, too much fluid, baby too small, not in the right position, and so on. If there is something wrong, it’s correctable, so buck up. Jan needs you.’ She handed back the photo.
‘Yes, you’re probably right, although Jan seems to be taking it better than me.’
‘That’s understandable. She’s a woman.’ Lillian smiled.
‘Which reminds me,’ Chris said. ‘Jan has asked if you can come to supper this Saturday.’
‘Yes, I’ll check with Jim, but I’m sure that’s fine.’
The door opened as another customer came in.
‘I’ll be off then, see you Saturday, around seven?’ Chris said.
‘Look forward to it. Give my love to Jan.’
SIXTY-EIGHT
Chris returned to his van. He really must get a move on now. He was halfway through rewiring a house in the next village and had finished early yesterday to take Jan for the scan. Now he was late. He texted the couple to say he would be with them soon with apologies. After a restless night, he’d needed the sound voice of reason from Lillian and she’d done her best.
He started the van but didn’t drive off. He stared through the windscreen, deep in thought. If Jan was worried, she wasn’t showing it, probably for his sake, he decided. Engine still running, he took the scan photo from his pocket. Pity he didn’t have a digital copy that he could have enlarged, but that hadn’t been offered at the hospital. He supposed he could ask for another, but Jan would want to know the reason, especially as there was already another scan scheduled in four weeks’ time.
Returning the photo to his pocket, he drove away.
It wasn’t so much his son’s low weight that was worrying him. The doctor, nurse, Jan’s online friends and now Lillian all agreed that babies usually made up any shortfall in their weight before birth. No. What was really worrying Chris was the malformation of his baby’s feet. He told himself he was anxious because their child could be left with a limp or possibly never walk at all. That’s what he kept telling himself, but it wasn’t true.