Pippa picked up the boxes and headed for the door just as Oliver came through it. His eyes widened when he saw he carrying the boxes.
‘Pippa, I’d rather you not carry anything too heavy in your condition.’
Pippa shushed him, and they quickly disappeared though the door. Katherine’s mouth dropped open. ‘Did I just hear what I think I just heard?’
Morgan was a little shocked herself. Pippa must have recently told Oliver about the pregnancy. She couldn’t keep the smile from off her face as she nodded. ‘Yes. Isn’t it wonderful news? But Pippa wants to keep it under wraps until she reaches the end of the first trimester.’
Katherine threw her arms around Morgan. ‘Congratulations. You are going to be a Great-aunt.’
Morgan’s smile beamed. ‘I know, I’m so excited.’
‘And does Brett know?’
Morgan shook her head. ‘Pippa wants to wait. She said it would devastate him if he found out and the pregnancy didn’t work out.’
Katherine nodded. ‘Very sensible.’ Morgan noticed her eyes welling up. ‘Marie would have been so happy...her first grandchild.’
Morgan swallowed past the lump which had formed in her throat. ‘I know, but I believe she is the instigator of this new baby from the other side.’
Katherine laughed past a sob. ‘I wouldn’t put it past her, and she’ll be dancing amongst us all at your party too.’
Morgan nodded. ‘Ohhh yes. Our Marie loved a good party.’
‘What are we doing about the decorations and drinks for the cocktail and mocktail competitions?’
‘Well, the stuff that needs refrigerating is already in the fridges. Can we leave the rest in your car overnight and take it up to the barn tomorrow? We could even make a start on the decorations.’
Katherine nodded and shrugged. ‘Seems daft to unload it now, only to put it back in there tomorrow. Yes, we’ll go up first thing.’
Morgan nodded. ‘Fancy a glass of wine? Declan will be here soon to start his shift in the kitchen. I’ll treat you to beer battered cod, chips and mushy peas for all your help.’
‘Oo, sounds lovely.’
Morgan led the way from the pub kitchen out into the pub lounge. ‘Sit down love, I’ll pour the wine and bring our drinks over.’
As Morgan poured two glasses of chardonnay, she thought about her dream again. She put the glasses on a tray and carried it over to where Katherine was sitting. When she was seated, she lifted her glass. ‘Cheers.’
Katherine touched glasses, ‘Cheers,’ then took a long sip.
‘Can I ask you something Katherine?’
‘Yes. What is it love?’
‘Do you believe our loved ones come back to us in our dreams?’
Katherine pulled a face. ‘To be honest with you Morgan, I’m not sure I do. I think dreams are just that, dreams.’ Morgan deflated. ‘Why?’
‘Oh nothing, I’ve been dreaming a lot lately, is all. I was just trying to decipher them.’
Morgan sipped at her wine. Now she was once again in two minds whether her dream of Bren had been just that—a dream.
Chapter eight
Katherine took her hand off the steering wheel to touch her forehead. ‘Oh, why did I let you talk me into trying that new whiskey, Morgan? I’m not a top shelf drinker.’
Morgan chuckled. ‘It was only a single measure, and if I remember correctly, you only had three glasses of wine, and that was drunk with a meal.’
‘I’m such a lightweight now I live with mum. Once I’ve tucked her up in bed, it’s just a hot cocoa for me whilst catching up on my favourite soaps.’
