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One Hundred Christmas Proposals. Holly Martin
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isbn 9781474008419
Автор произведения Holly Martin
Жанр Контркультура
Издательство HarperCollins
‘Are you guys going to get some time off with all these Christmas Proposals?’ Badger said, around Bella’s fingers that she was shoving in his mouth.
‘We’re definitely having Christmas Day off. We might get a last minute rush between Boxing Day and New Year’s but most people will have already booked our services for New Year’s Eve and all the other proposals will be organised by then, so hopefully we’ll have a quieter patch – but we’ve got our holiday in January so we can relax then.’
‘Oh yes, the honeymoon,’ Badger waggled his eyebrows playfully.
‘Hardly, we need to be married for that.’
Badger buried his face against Bella’s belly and blew a loud raspberry on her stomach. She squealed with delight. ‘I just meant, erm… your first proper holiday together… as a couple.’
‘Well yes,’ I frowned with confusion. ‘But we spent three months in each other’s pockets, travelling the world.’
‘Yes but this will be the first time you’re going on holiday specifically to have sex.’
I laughed.
‘You do realise that Harry has no intention of doing anything else. If you’ve got any notion of going for walks or eating out in fancy restaurants, you can forget it. Harry said that once the food is delivered, he’s locking the door and hiding the key.’
I laughed again. ‘We have sex all the time Badger, it’s not like I deprive the poor sod. It’s pretty much two or three times a day.’
‘Oh I remember those days, eh Jules, couldn’t keep our hands off each other.’
I closed my eyes and clamped my hands over my ears. ‘Nooo that’s way too much information.’ That was way too much information, especially considering how quickly after Jack’s death that Jules and Badger had got together.
Realising that Badger had overstepped some boundary, Jules plonked the biggest slice of cake on my plate. ‘Cream? Or ice cream? Or both? I could do both? I’ll do both.’
I smiled at her. This was Jules’s coping mechanism. When things went wrong she made cake or she served cake. When Jack was first diagnosed with leukaemia, Jules was making nearly a cake a day. She couldn’t eat it though. While Jack, Badger and Harry were stuffing their faces with cake, Jules didn’t eat a thing. She went from a healthy size twelve to a gaunt size eight in a month. I was glad to see she was back to normal again now.
‘I’m just going to the loo,’ I said, standing up and moving out into the hall. I stopped to look at a new photo hanging up of Badger and Bella, both grinning inanely at the camera. There was another of the three of them, the happy little family unit. The ones of Jack were still there but some of them were faded slightly. Life was moving on without him.
‘Just stop talking Badger,’ I heard Jules hiss. ‘Jeez how many times are you going to put your foot in it tonight?’
‘I’m rubbish at secrets, you know that.’
‘I know, just stop talking about Harry and honeymoons and sex.’
‘I will, I promise – but to be fair, I had no idea Harry was going to use me as an excuse tonight. He should just tell her, it would make it easier on all of us, stop all this sneaking around.’
‘Oh god, I don’t want to be there when he does tell her. She’s going to kill him. It’ll be grounds for divorce even before they walk down the aisle.’
‘As much as I love Harry, I have to agree. I think she’ll be gutted.’
‘I’m tempted to tell her myself.’
‘We can’t do that.’
‘I know. Oh god, I know. Here, have some more cake.’
‘I’m going to be the size of a house by the time this comes to a head, aren’t I?’
‘Yes, you are and I’m not even going to apologise for it. You want someone to blame, blame Harry.’
‘Pass me the cake, me and him are going to have serious words.’
I stood frozen in the hall. Badger wasn’t the only one who was going to have serious words with Harry.
*
I walked back into our house later determined to get to the bottom of the secrets, only to find Harry was sprawled out on the sofa fast asleep. With his eyelashes casting dark shadows on his cheeks and his mouth open slightly, he looked the picture of angelic innocence. I turned the TV off and he stirred slightly, smiling in his sleep.
I ran my hand across his cheek and his eyes fluttered open.
‘Hey beautiful,’ he said, sleepily. ‘I was just dreaming about you.’
I smiled and held out my hand. ‘Come to bed.’
His smile grew as he sat up – swinging his legs off the sofa, he pulled me between his legs and buried his face in my stomach, running gentle kisses through the fabric of my jumper.
He stood up and swung me into his arms, kissing me hard. Whatever was going on with him could wait until tomorrow.
‘Have I told you today how much I love you?’ I said, fastening my arms round his neck.
‘Ha! That’s my line.’ He carried me upstairs. ‘Let me show you instead.’
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