‘I missed you, Lewis. When I realised you weren’t at the end of the phone, it suddenly hit me. It hit me that I couldn’t bear never to see you again, I couldn’t imagine growing old with anyone else.’
‘It’s all going to be all right, you know, Gracie.’ He kissed her on the forehead.
At that moment Hetti came running out of the event hut barking wildly.
Lewis laughed. ‘Yours, I take it?’
She lifted Hetti to Lewis’s face.
‘Meet your new daddy, Hetti. He’s all right, as men go.’ The Yorkshire terrier jumped out of her arms and proceeded to have a poo.
Lewis laughed. ‘Uncontrollable, just like his mother! But you’d better get used to it as I guess there’s going to be a lot more of that to clean up when we start adopting babies.’
‘Let’s get ourselves back on track, eh, Lewis? I mean, we have a wedding to arrange first. And a honeymoon.’
‘Where do you fancy going?’
Gracie grinned. ‘I know a fabulous villa we can rent in St Lucia. We’ll have staff and everything…’
EPILOGUE
The toddler squealed in delight as Jack pushed him on the swing.
‘Not too hard,’ Lewis shouted over. ‘Or Little Scott’ll fall out.’
Gracie and Maya chatted animatedly over their Prosecco-and-pie picnic, leaving Lewis with one eye on the boys and the other on his newspaper. Noms and Ali were playing with Boris and Hetti over on the other side of the common.
The adoption process had been a lot easier than Gracie had ever imagined.
Maya was happy that her baby boy was now in the safest of hands and the fact she could see him whenever she wanted had made the decision a whole lot easier. She had even helped choose his name.
Lewis moved towards Gracie and gave her a kiss. ‘Are you happy, Mrs Blair?’
‘Never happier, Mr Blair.’
Maya refilled their glasses. ‘On that note, time for a toast. Here’s to mothers, in every beautiful form they take. Cheers!’
The three of them chinked glasses.
‘To mothers… in every beautiful form.’
*
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HOW DO I TELL YOU?
1
WINDSOR
The Family Home
October 2005
Victoria Sharpe sighed at the sight of the puddle that greeted her in the hallway as she entered her mother’s house. Back-kicking shut the front door, the weary brunette removed her black puffer jacket and threw it with her overnight bag onto the stairs.
