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'I go up the hill to The Pavilions and along the cliffs to Sh.e.l.lsand Bay.'

'Absolutely not. That's a good forty-minute round trip!'

'But I'm getting so fat.'

'Let's weigh you.'

The scales registered a considerable weight gain since the last visit.



The midwife smiled a poker-face smile. 'Let's get a urine sample done and I'll get Mr Cunningham in to see you. You're lucky he's got his clinic here this morning.'

Greer went to the Ladies and duly peed into the small plastic tube. Her arm was only just long enough to get round her b.u.mp and to the required position. Naturally the first try splashed on her hand and onto the outside of the pot. 'Oh s.h.i.+t s.h.i.+t s.h.i.+t,' she said to the cubicle walls. 'Just what I b.l.o.o.d.y well needed.' Eventually the pot was filled and the lid screwed down. She just about managed to get her knickers up with her one dry hand and then washed the pot and her hands under hot water with lots of soap.

In the mirror above the sink she hardly recognised the pale and bloated face staring back at her.

The midwife took the pot and said nothing about the damp label. 'Mr Cunningham will pop in in a moment. Would you like a cup of tea?'

Greer was grateful for the kindness and accepted the tea without any sense that she should have warning bells ringing.

She was quietly enjoying her hot drink when there was a sharp knock on the door.

'h.e.l.lo, Mrs Behenna.' A tall handsome man of about fifty entered the room and closed the door quietly behind him. Mr Cunningham was a consultant gynaecologist of extreme experience and fame among the women of the area. He had a suntanned face and wore a well-tailored navy-blue suit, both of which said, 'I'm a professional. You are in good hands.' Greer felt safe. 'h.e.l.lo, Mr Cunningham. I wasn't expecting to see you until nearer the delivery.'

'Ah, yes, but Midwife Yvonne is rather worried about you.' He pulled a chair out and sat opposite her, taking her hands into his. He carefully pressed her finger joints and gave a gentle tug of her wedding ring. 'Have you noticed your wedding band getting a little tight?'

'Yes. I'm getting so fat.'

He let go of her hands and asked to see her ankles. 'They look a bit swollen too.'

'Horrible, aren't they?' She felt deeply unattractive.

The midwife entered with the results of the urine test and handed them to Mr Cunningham. 'Thank you, Yvonne. Now let me see ... Protein is present. Tell me, Mrs Behenna, how are you feeling generally? A bit grotty?'

'A bit. I'm just tired, I think.'

Mr Cunningham thought for a moment then said, 'Yvonne, help Mrs Behenna up onto the couch. I just want to check on baby.'

Mr Cunningham examined her thoroughly. He listened to the baby's heartbeat and measured the size of her b.u.mp. When he had finished, he offered a strong arm to help her sit up and step off the couch. 'Come and sit down and I'll explain what I think is going on.'

Greer was advised not to walk home, but to phone her mother to come and collect her. Elizabeth had arrived looking distraught; her car was left parked rather messily in a disabled bay.

She listened intently to what the midwife had to say and together they got a frightened-looking Greer to the car. An elderly man was pacing angrily, waiting for them.

'Are you ent.i.tled to park in a disabled bay?' He jabbed his finger at Elizabeth, who ignored him. He came closer and stuck his face into Elizabeth's, flecks of spittle flying through his dentures and onto her cheek. 'Are you deaf? Do you have a blue badge?'

Midwife Yvonne put an arm out to fend him off. 'Please. This lady is a patient of mine. She can't walk too far. Just a couple of minutes and you can have this s.p.a.ce.'

'So she doesn't have a badge.' The man was triumphant. 'I'm taking your registration number and using it as evidence. You have parked unlawfully.'

The pugnacious little man had found a pen and a tatty envelope and was scribbling down the number plate. 'I want your name,' he snarled at Elizabeth as she walked round the car to get into the driver's seat. Still she ignored him.

'I said, I want your name,' he shrieked.

Elizabeth got into the driving seat and turned on the ignition. Putting the car into reverse she backed out of the s.p.a.ce. From within the car she could see the man in the rear-view mirror; she reversed a little further until he was forced to step aside. He was still ranting. As he ran to the front of the car to check her tax disc, Elizabeth calmly opened her electric window and said, in her most polite voice: 'p.i.s.s off, you odious little berk.'

Greer was settled in their bed by the time Jesse got home. Elizabeth had phoned him as soon as they'd arrived, thanking G.o.d that he wasn't away at sea.

'Darlin',' he said, taking her hand. 'What the 'ell's going on?'

Greer looked pale and puffy but comfortable on the pillows that her mother had so lovingly arranged. Her swollen feet were raised on more cus.h.i.+ons. 'I'm fine. It's all going to be fine. I just need to rest. They're worried I've got pre-eclampsia.'

'What the 'ell's that?'

'Something to do with my blood pressure being high and I've got protein in my wee, whatever that means. I just need to rest and get this puffiness down.'

'Is the baby all right?'

Greer looked at Jesse's face, full of concern for her and their child, and was overwhelmed with compa.s.sion and love for him. 'Yes. The baby's fine. As long as I rest and take things easy. The gynaecologist said that he'll keep an eye on me and as long as I don't get worse, everything will be fine.'

'And if it does get worse?'

Elizabeth elbowed the door open, carrying in a tray of tea with tiny cuc.u.mber sandwiches on a plate. She answered for Greer. 'She'll have to have the baby a bit earlier than planned, that's all.'

Jesse looked panicked. 'Have the baby early? That's not good, is it?'

Greer reached up and touched his cheek. 'Darling, it just means I'll have a Caesarean and the baby will be fine and I will be fine.'

'Sure?'

'Sure.'

Jesse watched as Greer sipped her cup of tea and nibbled a cuc.u.mber sandwich. Was this his fault? His punishment? He would rather die himself than let anything happen to the baby or Greer. In a sudden guilt-ridden moment he knew that he loved her. The sudden realisation of what he had to lose if anyone found out about how despicable he had been, the lie he was keeping, hit him like a sledgehammer. Oh G.o.d, he said to himself, if you exist, please please let everything be all right. I promise I'll be true to Greer for the rest of my living days.

Loveday was bouncing with energy and good health. The fat from her hips and arms had melted away and her tummy stood round and proud in front of her. Most days, after her s.h.i.+ft at the bakery finished, she'd walk up to Pencil Cottage with a little posy of sweet peas or an individual apple crumble or a small but interesting piece of gossip to entertain her housebound friend.

Greer was always pleased to see her. 'Mummy is driving me mad! I can't have five minutes' peace without her checking on me. I managed to dig out my sketchbook and pencils without her noticing. I wanted to do work on some design ideas for the nursery, but in she came and took them away from me. Said I had to sleep. It's like being a toddler again. Can you root about downstairs and see if you can find where she put them?'

Loveday laughed. ''Tis only because she loves you. She's worried for you and the baby. Not long now,' she consoled her.

By the third week of September, Loveday was feeling ready to pop. At the antenatal clinic she was asked if she had got her dates wrong. The baby looked to be full term.

'I'm sure I'm right. End of January this one got started.' The midwife gave her an old-fas.h.i.+oned look and a card with the maternity ward's phone number on it in case the baby came sooner than she expected.

It was the morning of 3 October at 7.45 when Loveday's waters broke. Mickey had been given some sh.o.r.e leave so that he could be on hand if anything happened.

'Mickey,' called Loveday urgently from the bathroom. 'Mickey, help.'

Mickey had been dreaming of his old scooter and how he missed it, but the anguish in Loveday's voice soon roused him. Seeing she wasn't next to him, he leapt out of bed calling, 'Loveday, where are you?'

'I'm in bathroom, you div. I think the baby's coming.'

He ran to the bathroom to find her on all fours with a large puddle around her.

'Oh my good G.o.d. What do I do?'

'Call the maternity unit and tell them we're coming in. Pick up my bag it's packed and under my dressing table and get me to the b.l.o.o.d.y hospital.'

In twenty minutes she was sitting in a warm birthing pool and feeling a ton less scared than she had been on the floor of the bathroom or, for that matter, in the front seat of Mickey's c.r.a.ppy Austin Allegro, whose suspension had clearly collapsed.

Two hours later, both mother and father were besotted with their wailing, nine-and-half-pound son, who they named Hal.

19.

Mickey sat in the softly lit gloom of Loveday's curtained bay on the maternity ward, holding his son and watching with fascination the dear and oddly familiar face. Phantom dreams twitched Baby Hal's lips and wrinkled his nose. Mickey lifted the swaddled body to his face and nuzzled the soft red hair, sitting like a halo on the fragile head. Hal looked like Loveday but he smelled of his own unique perfume. Warm, new and precious.

He whispered in his son's ear: 'I love you, Hal. I'll always be here for you. You can come to me for anything, 'cos I'm your dad.'

Hal wriggled and stretched, a beatific smile spreading over his face. His eyelids fluttered and opened a little. Man and boy stared at each other. 'h.e.l.lo. I'm your daddy,' said Mickey.

'And I'm the mummy,' said Loveday, rustling the waterproof mattress and cotton sheets as she hauled herself upright from her sleep.

'h.e.l.lo, Mummy,' grinned Mickey. 'We were just having a little chat while you were grabbing a few zeds.' He held Hal up, in front of his own lips, and said in a squeaky voice, 'h.e.l.lo, Mummy. Daddy and I were just thinking of going for a pint.'

'Lucky you. I could murder a cider,' Loveday smiled.

'No luck, love, but I can get a cup of tea if you want?'

Mickey carefully handed his precious bundle to Loveday then went in search of refreshment. Loveday held Hal and stared at him. Examining every inch looking for similarities. After a few moments, she grunted with satisfaction. He looked like her. Same hair colouring. Same chin ... but whose eyes did he have? Mickey's. Definitely Mickey's. Yes, Mickey's.

She a.n.a.lysed again her beautiful son's face; she couldn't find a trace of Jesse.

But a voice in her head began to whisper insidious doubts.

He's a big boy for being two weeks early. But he's the right size for being ten days overdue. Are you sure that little bleed spotting really in January was an actual period?

She bent her face to her innocent child and drank in the scent of him. Her lips feeling the wrinkles of his neck as she mouthed softly, 'You're mine and that's the important thing.'

The curtains around her bed swished on their plastic track and Mickey appeared with two cups of tea on rattling saucers. 'Here you go, my bird. Just saw the nurse. She's asking about breast-feeding. I said yes please.'

Loveday laughed, in spite of herself. 'Daddy's a cheeky monkey, isn't he, Hal?'

As if on cue, Hal started to whimper. His little face s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up in pink confusion as he thought about what he really wanted. Then came the full-blown cry of a hungry baby.

By the time the nurse, an efficient woman of about thirty with short blond hair, got to him, he was happily clamped onto Loveday and suckling drowsily.

'Well done, Mum!' congratulated the nurse. 'You're a natural. Now then, I think we'll keep you in tonight and ...' She turned to look at Mickey. 'Daddy, if everything is all right, you can come back in the morning and take your lovely little family home.'

'Ideal,' smiled Mickey happily.

The nurse turned back to Loveday. 'I'll check on you both later, but first I've got to check on a lady who's on her way in as an emergency.'

They heard the sound of wheels on the rubber floor and the noise of anxious voices approaching.

The nurse stopped and listened. 'That'll be them.' And with another swish of the curtain, back and forward on its rail, the nurse left.

'Have you phoned home yet and told the grandparents?' asked Loveday, who had happily lost track of all time and all responsibility for the outside world. Her focus had shrunk to her son.

'Yeah. Did that when you two were having a kip. They're all delighted and your mum sends her love. She wanted to come in tonight but I told her you were knackered.'

'Thank you, darlin'.' Loveday did feel a bit knackered now she thought about it. 'Do I look all right?'

'You look bleddy beautiful.' He got up from the armchair and bent to kiss his wife. 'Who's a clever girl?'

'I am.'

'All right, big head!' he joked, ducking before she cuffed him.

'I think I might make tracks. I want to tell Jesse all about fatherhood. It'll be the first time I've ever had anything before he has.'

Loveday felt the wound of her betrayal split open a little.

'Bye, Hal.' Mickey was bending to kiss his son. 'Be a good boy for Mummy.'

Beyond the curtains, a man's voice started to shout, sounding panicked. 'Nurse. Nurse. My wife is unwell. Help. Nurse.'

Mickey and Loveday listened, stock-still, as at least two sets of footsteps walked quickly towards the man's voice.

'She's shaking. She's blue. What's happening, Nurse?' asked the man, his voice trembling with panic.

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