I bite my bottom lip to hold back my smile. I love Bree. She’s so normal.
“You know how they tell you your whole life that it’s bad?”
“Yeah,” I answer cautiously.
“It’s worse than bad. It’s times ten worse.” She widens her eyes. “I thought I was going to die.”
I giggle and my attention goes back to Julian and Spencer who are staring at the bundle in Julian’s arms. They are utterly awestruck.
“Where are the kids?” Spencer asks.
“They’ve just gone home. They’re coming back in a few hours,” Julian tells him. “Bree hasn’t even showered yet.”
“Oh.” My face falls as I glance between them. “I’m so sorry to intrude.”
“Don’t be silly. Seb was trying to come into the delivery room.” Bree smiles. “He’s just gone to get us some dinner.”
“Can you two watch Henry while I help Bree shower?” Julian asks.
“Of course.” Spencer stands and takes the baby from Julian. I watch on as he lifts him up to his face and gently kisses his little forehead, and then I melt into a puddle.
I can’t deal with this. Spencer with a baby is frying my brain.
Julian helps Bree up and leads her into the bathroom. I walk over to Spencer as he holds the precious little bundle and I pull the blanket back and stare at the perfect chubby little face.
“I can’t wait to have a baby of my own one day,” I whisper.
Spencer smiles, leans down and kisses me softly. “Me, too.”
We both smile at little Henry who is staring back at us.
“You’re going to make a wonderful father, Spence.”
“One day.” His eyes rise to meet mine. “This, angel… you and me.”
Emotion overwhelms me, my eyes fill with tears. “What a perfect day that will be.”
We kiss. It’s soft and intimate, a celebration of life and a promise of things to come. “I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you, too.”
Edward
We’re sitting in the car watching Charlotte as she walks down the street.
“This is killing me.” My father sighs.
“It’s for the best.” I watch Wyatt and Anthony follow her into a café. “She’ll come around. She won’t stay with him, I know it.”
Dad exhales heavily, a mutual sadness rolling over us. We’re so close yet so far away.
“Every week we’ve travelled to London to watch her this way. I miss her, Edward.”
“Me, too, but I have no idea what this Spencer Jones wants with her, and until I know for certain we cannot, with a clear conscience, encourage this relationship.”
Ten minutes later, Charlotte reappears with a fresh juice and a brown paper bag containing her lunch. She disappears down the street. I start the car and pull out into the traffic.
“At least she’s okay.” I sigh.