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The old lady sighed. ‘You’re the daughter I never had, you know that, don’t you? And that will never change, whatever the future holds. But this blaming yourself for something that wasn’t your fault has to stop, child.’
Melanie looked at her through tear-drenched eyes. ‘I don’t feel I have the right to be happy again, not after losing Matthew, and I’m frightened …’
‘What?’ Isabelle pressed, when Melanie paused.
‘I’m frightened something will happen to Forde if I’m with him, and now this baby too.’ Instinctively she put a protective hand on her stomach. ‘I think I’m perhaps meant to be alone, Isabelle.’
‘Nonsense, dear.’ Isabelle never minced words. ‘You had a terrible and tragic accident, and on top of that woman’s curse of hormones came into play, colouring your thinking and causing the depression you’re still suffering from. If you had taken the medication the doctor prescribed you might be feeling better by now.’
Melanie’s chin came up. ‘I didn’t want to. Matthew deserved to have me grieve for him. It was all I could do.’ She retrieved her hands, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose before she said, ‘I know you mean well, Isabelle, but I have to work out what I’m going to do in my own way.’
‘Yes, dear, I know that, but will you do one thing for me? For all of us? See Forde now and again. He loves you very much. Just talk to him, explain how you feel, even if it doesn’t make sense. Don’t shut him out, not now. This is his child too.’
Melanie nodded. ‘I know that,’ she said, through the tightness in her throat. ‘And—and I’m seeing him tonight.’
‘Good.’ Isabelle’s voice became brisk. ‘Now, drink your coffee and have another piece of cake. Two, if you wish. You have to keep your strength up and you’re eating for two, remember.’
Making a great effort, Melanie responded to the lightening of the conversation. ‘The health experts would take you to task for that thinking these days.’
‘No doubt, but I’ve never yet listened to what the experts say, and I’m not about to start now.’ Isabelle chuckled. ‘I’m an irksome old lady, I know.’
Melanie smiled, her voice soft. ‘You’re a lovely old lady,’ she said, with a tenderness that brought moisture to Isabelle’s eyes.
Melanie had two more pieces of cake and they talked about the progress of the garden and the weather and other such non-intrusive subjects before she left the house and went outside to break the news to James, whereupon Isabelle immediately picked up the telephone and called Forde.
James was busy working on the large informal pond Isabelle had requested in a low-lying area of the garden, his artfully random arrangement of large stones enhancing the soft outlines and sinuous curves of the water feature. Knowing how passionate Isabelle was about wildlife, Melanie had suggested the margins of the pool be masked by soft, naturalistic planting, which extended into the shallows to provide safe shelter for fish fry, amphibians, and bathing or drinking birds.
He looked up as she approached, his gaze taking in her red-rimmed eyes and pink nose, and his face was openly apprehensive as he stood up.
‘I’m fine, don’t worry,’ Melanie said before he could speak. ‘But there’s something I’ve got to tell you because I won’t be lifting or carrying anything heavy for a while. I’m having a baby.’
James took a step backwards as though she was going to deliver on the spot. ‘What?’ he all but screeched.
Melanie laughed; she couldn’t help it.
Smiling sheepishly, James said, ‘Forde?’
She nodded. ‘Of course. Who else?’
‘So you’re back together?’
‘Not exactly.’ But a reasonable assumption, she supposed.
‘Right.’
Not for the first time Melanie blessed the fact that James was the sort of easy-going soul who accepted people for exactly what they were. She was going to have enough explaining to do to various folk over the next months, but with James no explanation was necessary. ‘The baby will be born early May, which isn’t the best time, I know. We usually get busy then after the winter.’
‘No sweat.’ James grinned at her. ‘We’ll manage.’
‘I’ve been thinking for a while of getting someone else on board, perhaps over the next weeks would be a good idea so we’re ready for the spring?’ And then, in case he thought he was being usurped, she added, ‘They could be your assistant.’
He nodded. ‘Whatever you think.’
She smiled, and they began to get on with some work, but Melanie’s mind was buzzing. James had said ‘whatever you think,’ but that was the thing—she didn’t know what she thought about anything any more. Except that she loved this baby with every fibre of her being. She hadn’t known of its existence this time yesterday, but now it was the centre of her universe.
For the rest of the day she worked automatically, her mind a seething cauldron of hope and doubts and fears, but as she drove home from Isabelle’s in a deep November twilight she felt she knew what she had to do. Maybe she had known it from the moment Dr Chisholm had told her she was carrying Forde’s child. She just hadn’t been able to bear acknowledging it.
It was dark by the time she parked the truck and walked wearily into the cottage. Once inside, she went through the routine of a working day—outdoor clothes and boots left in the kitchen, upstairs to strip off and then a hot bath. It was close to seven o’clock when she emerged from the bathroom, pink and warm after a long soak, and once in the bedroom she knew she just had to lie down for a few minutes before she began to get ready to go out with Forde. She was so tired she felt drugged.
