‘I think, Cleo, that we have more sex than anyone else on the planet.’
‘I think you’re right.’ She smiled, knowing this glorious bond they shared, which every magazine article and story had suggested would wane once they were wed, was just as strong now as it had been a little over fourteen years ago when they had walked down the aisle hand in hand. And they were just as connected sexually as they had always been.
‘Do you think we’ll have as much sex when the baby is here? How will we fit it all in?’ he asked with mock concern.
‘We’ll find a way, my gorgeous, sexy beast, we’ll find a way. And who knows where we might be having it, where would we go, Georgie, if we could go anywhere, live anywhere?’
‘You still thinking about that?’
‘I am. I’m thinking north Devon. A little cottage in Fore Street.’ Moving her foot to get comfortable, she felt a bump under the sole of her Converse. ‘What’s that?’ Bending forward as best she could, she reached her hand down and grabbed at what lay in the footwell of the passenger seat. Pulling it up into view, she saw the fur-covered chicken nugget. ‘Georgie! You have chicken nuggets under the seat!’
‘You should see what’s in the glove box!’ He laughed.
‘Ooh!’ It was a visceral reaction to a sharp, low pain that took her breath away. She dropped the offending fowl and put her hand on her belly.
‘You all right?’
She heard the alarm in his question and nodded until the sensation passed. ‘That was a bit cheeky!’ She tried to lighten the atmosphere and quell her own concern.
‘Are you sure you still want to head home? We could double back here and take a left.’ He pointed ahead. ‘I could have you at the hospital in—’
‘No, no.’ She was adamant. ‘Let’s go home.’
‘Really?’ He glanced at her repeatedly, trying to do that and keep his eyes on the road.
‘Yes, please, babe.’ She settled back in the seat. ‘I hope if we have a little girl, she’s as sweet as Domino. She really is a lovely little thing.’
‘She is,’ he agreed. ‘Just sits there taking it all in. Say what you want about Lawrence, but he’s a bloody good dad. They’re kind, respectful kids. There aren’t many teens who would be happy to spend the whole of their Friday night with their grandparents instead of going out with their mates. They’re a credit to their parents.’
‘They are.’ She hoped one day someone would say something similar about her little one.
‘Just think, Georgie, very soon there’ll be a baby in its seat travelling with us. Can you imagine? An extra passenger after all these years.’
‘I can take them out with me in the van when they get older.’ He beamed. ‘Show them how their old dad makes a living.’
‘Oh, they’ll love that! A day out with their daddy, dropping off building supplies and stopping off for hamburgers on the way.’ She pictured waving them off from the doorstep.
‘I want them to be proud of me, Cleo.’
‘How could they not be?’ She twisted to face him. ‘How could they not see that you are the most wonderful, generous and kindest man ever! They will love you and they will be proud of you. As am I.’
The ache in her stomach grumbled and she felt a new stir of anxiety. A nice bath, cup of tea and then off to the hospital ... It sounded like a plan.
CHAPTER SEVEN
DOMINOKELLEWAY
Domino Kelleway hugged her nan tightly.
‘I don’t know, first Aunty Cleo and now you, Dom. My guests are dropping like flies! I thought we’d be dancing till dawn!’
‘Sorry, Nan,’ Domino whispered.
‘You don’t have to be sorry, my darling. I don’t know many young girls who would study this late on a Friday night. Don’t overdo it, and don’t go to bed too late. Your sleep is important.’
‘I won’t, I promise.’
Her nan pulled away and searched her face. ‘You make us all so proud.’
