LITMIR.BIZ

       EPILOGUE

      ‘WHAT are you doing? ‘

      Nick woke up and found her standing in the dark kitchen on tiptoe. ‘Looking at our ocean view.’ It was the only room in the house you could see it from. Right there between a couple of buildings there was their glimpse of the ocean, and even if it was tiny and she had to stand on tiptoe to see it, every day Alison did so, and tonight she had to see it too.

      Her mum had been absolutely delighted, of course. She’d be delighted to babysit so that Alison could work, but only a couple of evenings if Alison was on a late shift, because Rose was busy getting her own life back.

      And, of course, Nick’s parents hadn’t taken it so well—this Australian hussy who had dragged their son screaming from his lovely structured life—but she and Nick had spent a couple of months in the UK and his parents had been over for a visit and were coming in three weeks when their grandchild was due.

      ‘Come back to bed,’ Nick said, because he’d worked the previous night and had been up all day, trying to turn what was surely a cupboard into a nursery. But more importantly he was loving this last trimester. Who would have thought pregnancy could be so sexy?

      ‘My waters broke.’ Just like that, Alison said it. ‘Half an hour ago.’

      ‘And you didn’t wake me?’

      ‘I just wanted…’ Alison gave a little shrug ‘…a bit of time before everything happens.’ And he heard the wobble in her voice and she was such a deep little thing, and he could see, even in the darkness, the sparkle of tears in her eyes, which meant she was scared. And though he never wanted her to be, he accepted that sometimes she was.

      ‘You’ve got time,’ he said, even when she bent over with a contraction. ‘How far apart?’

      ‘Ages,’ Alison said.

      ‘Come on,’ Nick said, and he took her back to their bed, and he understood exactly where she was coming from because part of him didn’t want the rest of the world right now, didn’t want to ring the hospital or the excited, expectant families. He wanted just a little bit more time that was just for them.

      And always he surprised her. Every morning, every night, every day he surprised her, because he was hers, because he got her, because he made her more of herself, and they surprised each other too.

      Like this morning.

      She had never trusted in them more completely, in him, in herself.

      She had thought about labour, as to how it should be, would be, might be, and had prepared, she thought, for every eventuality, was open to drugs and epidurals and a Caesar if it had to be. She had scared herself senseless while never imagining this.

      To lie in their bed, with him beside her, with no rush and no haste.

      To be held and kissed for that first couple of hours, because that wasn’t in any of the books, and they certainly weren’t sexy kisses, just confirmation, and then later, just to be held and stroked as the pains deepened.

      And then later, to be locked so deep in pain and know he was there at the other end, to close her eyes and go with it and to hear his lovely silence. She didn’t want to move, didn’t want to leave their little nest.

      And he thought about it.

      Dr Nick, who had been, till that moment, had anyone bothered to ask, against home births, for all the obvious reasons, found himself outside the obvious and so deep in the moment that, yes, he thought about breaking the rules and having his babe at home.

      ‘We need to go to the hospital.’ He was reluctantly practical. ‘We really need to go now.’ He climbed out of bed and wanted to climb back in, but he went and got the car out of the garage and rang the hospital, and helped her down the stairs.

      She could feel the salty air on her lips and the cool of the morning, and she knew they’d left it a bit late, because the sun was peeking up and she was so, so ready to bear down.

      The first bus of the morning was idling, passengers climbing in, and she hoped they all looked around to their fellow passengers and maybe met the person that bettered them, that every one of them could be as lucky as her.

      ‘We’re going to get told off,’ Nick said as they pulled in at Maternity a little later.

      ‘You’ll get told off,’ Alison said, really trying not to push. ‘You’re the doctor!’

      But they didn’t get told off, because everybody loved Nick.

      And, yes, they’d spoken briefly about it once, but Alison had quickly declined. There was no way she’d let him deliver their baby, no way on earth, except the birthing suite was all dark and lovely, and if she closed her eyes she could almost be at home. The midwife was just glorious, just so calm and non-invasive, but Alison was glad she was there, and just very glad to hear Nick’s voice.

      ‘Come on, Alison, one more and the head will be out.’

      It was the midwife holding her leg and Nick holding their baby’s head, and it had all happened so naturally, far, far nicer than she could ever have envisaged. And she pushed as hard as she could till he told her to stop and, yes, it hurt, but in a moment her baby was there and it was Nick who had delivered her.

      Her, because he couldn’t help himself from saying it.

      ‘She’s perfect.’

      She was.

      Blonde and long limbed and completely her father’s daughter, because with one look Alison’s heart was taken, and like it or not there could be no holding back—she already loved her.

      ‘Some souvenir!’ Nick smiled a little while later, when holding his daughter for the first time.

      ‘More than you bargained for?’ Alison asked, but Nick shook his head.

      ‘More than I could ever have envisioned.’ He tore his eyes away from his daughter and towards Alison. ‘And I did.’

      ‘And in these visions,’ Alison checked, ‘did your daughter have a name?’

      ‘Martha.’

      ‘Martha?’ Alison went to shake her head, but stopped because, as she was starting to trust, this was his dream too.

      Here was their biggest adventure.