old shape, if that’s ever going to be possible.
When I get to the window, I go to look for baby
number 12 but the bed is empty. I turn to look at
Patrick but I find him a few steps away holding a
little bundle. He comes to me and gently folds
back the cover.
“Here’s your mama, Lily.” He says to me setting
her in my arms. “Today we’re all going home
together.”
“Today?” I say, holding her to me. “Really?”
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” he says, smiling at
me.
“Oh, Patrick,” I exclaim, before his strong
tattooed arms embrace us both.
~ ~ ~
“Why are we here?” I ask him. “I thought we were
going home.”
Patrick opens the automatic gate of the villa
where he lives with the other guys. He gets back in
beside me and parks next to Liam’s car and then
comes round to open the door for us. He takes Lily
in his arms and waits for me to get my feet on the
ground.
“I don’t understand.”
“Come on,” he says, leading me inside.
Still confused I follow him into the house. I’ve
been here other times, I know it well, but I can’t
understand why this time crossing the threshold
it’s different.
It’s intimate.
