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“I… I…” She was lost for words.
“You had chemotherapy. It crossed my mind that it could have affected your fertility.”
“But you want children. Leonie said…”
“Shhh, no talk of her. I want you. I love you.”
“But if I can’t… I mean, I probably can’t—”
“Did you hear what I just said?”
She stayed very still. Then, in the smallest of voices, “Could you repeat that, please?”
“I love you. Now, and forever.” He turned her round to face him. His eyes, deep and serious, held hers unwaveringly. “Listen to me. If having children is something we both decide we want, however hard that might be, then we will try and make it happen. And if it doesn’t, we’ll do things differently. Look into adoption. Invite all the stray orphans to lunch at Christmas. Be the best aunt and uncle in the world, rehabilitate injured kangaroos. I don’t care. As long as I’m doing it all with you.”
“Oh.” She buried her head in his chest for a moment. “I love you so much, Oliver.” At which he tipped her chin up and kissed her all over again.
They kissed for what seemed like forever, the kisses of two people, it occurred to Felicity, who could do this together for a lifetime.
It was only the sound of the key in the lock, and two sets of footsteps down the hallway that made them draw apart.
“Oh, hullo there.” Evie stood in the doorway, a big grin spreading across her face. “We wondered where you’d got to… guess this explains it.”
The next moment, Felix’s beard appeared over Evie’s shoulder.
His ear-to-ear grin matched Evie’s. “Hullo. You must be Oliver.”
“I am indeed.”
Later, after Oliver had been subjected to a big hug (from Evie), a manly handshake (from Felix), and they’d all had a good look at the hat sitting in the centre of the table, Evie and Felix exchanged knowing glances.
Evie waved an airy hand. “Well, it’s Friday, so that means curry night for us.”
“Yep,” Felix seconded. “Long tradition in this household. Absolutely cannot be broken, otherwise the wrath of the gods will descend. They may forgive you two, seeing as…”
Oliver looked at Felicity. Longingly. She gave a little smirk. “We might rustle up something here.”
“Sure.” Felix scratched his beard and nodded sagely. Felix was the master of sage nodding.
Evie pushed Felix towards the door.
“I fancy something really HOT tonight.” She turned and gave a lascivious wink. “Vindaloo. What d’ya reckon, kiddo?”
Felix spluttered and, laughing and bumping elbows, they left.
For a moment after the front door banged shut behind them, Oliver and Felicity stayed perfectly still.
“Have they gone?” Oliver asked as silence prevailed.
“Sometimes Evie forgets her purse, but…” They both waited with bated breath. “They’re gone,” she sighed.
Their eyes locked with mutual hunger, and with one easy move, Oliver scooped her into his arms.
“Bedroom then,” he growled.
* * *
Maybe there wassomething about bearing your soul from the other side of the world in photographs, and reading the most beautiful love letter, straight from the heart, written by the woman you adored, but in Oliver’s mind it all served to make their love-making more intense, their mutual release more satisfying than ever before.
