Spencer laughed. ‘Have you been on your phone already?’
‘I just checked to make sure I’ve got no messages from Ginny.’
‘She’ll be fine.’
‘She’s pregnant.’
‘She’ll still be fine.’
Will dried his hands on a blue tea towel. ‘I know, but I still worry about her. She’s my life, you know?’
No, he didn’t know. He’d never felt that way about a partner before. Beth came to mind again. ‘Did you know you liked her straight away?’ he asked, pulling a frying pan out of a box.
Will looked deep in thought. ‘I’m not sure what I thought of her when we first met. I guess there was some sort of weird pull of energy between us.’ He shrugged. ‘It was more the second time I saw her that had an effect on me. I didn’t want to walk away. That’s a good clue. When you want to spend time with them.’ He smiled a smile that seemed to be just for him. ‘I love hanging out with Ginny. She’s my best friend.’
Spencer had no words so carried on with his chore, appreciating the smell of the bacon cooking, knowing that was sure to bring the kids back in a hurry.
‘You like her, don’t you?’ Will had a soppy grin on his face.
‘If you’re talking about Beth, we’re just friends.’
Will waggled a slice of bread at his head. ‘Sure.’
Spencer’s laugh abruptly stopped when he heard a yell, which sounded a lot like Leo.
‘It’s all right,’ said Jax, appearing through some trees. ‘Leo just tripped over himself.’
‘It was a log,’ corrected Leo, limping towards a camp chair.
Ryan appeared next, shaking his head. ‘I didn’t see a log.’
Leo plopped onto the chair and rolled up his tracksuit bottoms to reveal a grazed knee. ‘Ouch, it’s sore.’
Will brought the first aid kit over. ‘Right, who wants to earn a nursing badge?’
Jax grimaced. ‘What do we have to do?’
‘Just a clean-up. He doesn’t even need a plaster.’ Will pulled out an antiseptic wipe.
‘I’m not touching it,’ said Ryan, taking a step back.
‘Nor me,’ said Jax.
Leo huffed. ‘Oh, thanks!’
Will gently wiped over the graze, then told the boy to keep his trouser leg rolled up for a bit to let the air get to the sore.
‘Are you sure I don’t need a plaster?’ asked Leo, assessing the damage.
Jax chuckled. ‘Your mum packed superhero plasters for you, didn’t she?’
Leo remained engaged with his wound. ‘They’re Mr Men ones, actually.’
Ryan scoffed. ‘What are we, five?’
‘Hey, I like the Mr Men,’ said Leo.
Spencer wondered if he should start buying Archie books. There was the plastic one he had for the bath, and he seemed to like that. Perhaps bedtime stories could be introduced.
