“Glass?” he asked stupidly, finally looking down and seeing the shattered remains of a wine glass. “I dropped a glass,” she said. “Sorry.” “And were you going to clean it up?” he asked, his anger leaking through into his voice. “What if Abby had come down here and stepped in it?” Heather shrugged and got up from the table, unsteady on her feet. “It’s only glass. Becky can clean it up in the morning.” “She’s not a maid,” he said through clenched teeth. Heather shrugged again. “She may as well be,” she said and walked out of the room. “Fuck,” Barry growled, lifting his foot and looking at the chunk of glass sticking out of it. He flicked on the overhead lights and hopped over to the sink. He pried out the glass and used a cloth to bathe his foot. After rinsing the cloth, he wrapped it around his foot in a makeshift bandage and then looked under the sink for the dustpan and brush. He swept up the glass and wiped down the cabinets that were coated i
Becky plastered a bright, fake smile on her face and walked into Abby’s room. It was her birthday and Becky was determined to make the day perfect for her small charge. She’d never had a party like the one they had planned and Becky wanted nothing to mar the day for Abby. She resolutely put the scene from the night before to the back of her mind and refused to let it ruin the day. Abby was already awake and bouncing around her room. Her gorgeous pink princess dress hung on the closet door and Abby didn’t seem to be able to stop touching the layers of soft tulle that hung from a sequined bodice. The dress was a delicate pale pink with a bright pink bow and Abby had told Becky that it was the prettiest thing she’d ever seen. “Happy birthday Fairy Floss,” Becky said and Abby squealed, rushing over to her and throwing herself into Becky’s arms. “I’m so excited,” she said. “There’s butterflies in my stomach.” Becky laughed and held the little girl tightly. “Do you want y
Abby quietened immediately and looked crestfallen, burying her face into Barry’ shoulder. “Heather,” he growled warningly. “What?” she said, eyes wide and innocent. “We were just wishing Abby a happy birthday,” Becky said. “Oh yeah, right. Happy birthday Abby,” Heather said distractedly. “Thank you,” the little girl said in a small voice, her face still buried in Barry’ shoulder. Becky wanted to slap Heather for stealing Abby’s joy. Could the woman never think of anyone other than herself? “Right, well we were on our way downstairs to see what Mrs. Garrett has for breakfast.” “Mrs. Garrett is here?” Barry asked, looking at Becky. Becky nodded. “She wanted to make a special birthday breakfast for Abby.” “Excellent,” Barry said, swinging Abby around again and making the birthday girl giggle. Becky led the way downstairs, with Barry and Abby following. Heather disappeared back into her bedroom and slammed the door. The closer they got
All eyes turned to the woman who had just stepped out onto the back deck. Heather. She wore white jeans, a white jacket, and a bright yellow top, with not a hint of Abby’s signature pink anywhere on her. He watched as Abby lifted her head, a hopeful look on her face, and then the sadness he saw as she realized her mother hadn’t done the one thing she’d asked. In a sea of every shade of pink imaginable, Heather stood out like a sore thumb which was probably her intention. Heather hated it when anyone else was in the spotlight, even if that other person was her daughter. “Come look, Abby,” she said, “I’ve got a special gift for you!” Heather had left earlier that morning to pick up Abby’s gift. Barry wasn’t sure if she had forgotten to buy one or whether it really was something she had to pick up last minute. He put his beer down and went to scoop up Abby, walking towards Heather. “Let’s see what your mother got you for your birthday,” he said and kissed Abby on the cheek.
“I thought there might be something,” he shrugged, “but then I found out she’d been sleeping with Calhoun.” “Fuck man,” Jonathon said with a shake of his head. “You don’t want any part of that.” “What?” Cassie asked, stepping into their circle and snuggling under Brian’s arm. “Did you know Becky slept with Adam?” Brian asked, looking down at her. “I didn’t get that vibe at all,” Cassie said, looking up at the men gathered around her. “In fact, I think Becky was actually quite scared of the guy.” “But something did happen between them,” Barry said. Cassie shrugged. “I honestly don’t know, she didn’t tell me anything.” “Well isn’t this a cozy little group,” Heather said, joining them. “Good to see you boys again.” “Yeah, the feeling’s not mutual,” Jonathon said, staring daggers at Heather. Jonathon had always disliked Heather. Barry had once thought it was because he was jealous, but the outright hatred that was on Jonathon’s face had to mean more.
The party was done; the cake was eaten, presents were opened, and the guests were gone. Abby had crashed and was in bed, Barry had gone up to his room to shower and Heather was nowhere to be found. Becky wiped the kitchen over and stacked the last of the dishes into the dishwasher, closing the door and pressing the ‘on’ button. It was dark outside and she was exhausted. The party had been wonderful, apart from a couple of hiccups that could all be laid at the feet of Heather, and Abby had enjoyed herself. A whining and scratching at the laundry door reminded her they still hadn’t worked out what to do with the puppy. Barry had sent one of his friends out to the local shop to pick up some dry food for the poor thing, but they still didn’t have a bowl or a bed for him. Becky opened the door and sat down on the ground with him as he jumped all over her and licked her. He really was a gorgeous little thing…oops, she was a really gorgeous little thing. Freddie was a girl, which made her
“Becky?” he asked the darkness while he waited for his eyes to adjust. “No,” a breathy response came from the direction of his bed. “Heather,” he said, his teeth clenched, “what the hell are you doing in my room?” “I thought we could finish what we started the other night,” she said. “We didn’t start anything the other night,” he growled. “I’ve told you I’m not interested. There is nothing between us anymore Heather. You are only in my house because of Abby and when that is sorted, you’re out of here. I have no intention of getting into bed with you - literally or figuratively.” “Come on Barry, one night, for old time’s sake.” “Are you fucking kidding me?” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Why on earth would I want that? You left me, Heather, you cheated on me.” “Aren’t you ever going to get over that?” she asked, and he heard the exasperation in her voice. “It was five years ago, Barry, grow up.” “You are the one who needs to grow up. You are making a fool of you
Becky hadn’t slept. She’d packed up her room, cried into her pillow, and then gave herself a stern talking to. She was doing the right thing, even if it felt like she was ripping her own heart out. Abby would get over her and in a couple of months she probably wouldn’t even remember Becky. Barry wouldn’t even miss her, not with Heather back in his life and his bed. She had to do this for herself, she needed to put herself first for a change. As the first rays of sun lit the room, she dried her tears, showered and dressed, and sat down at the small desk to write her resignation letter. She managed to keep the tears at bay and then when she was done, she folded it and slipped it into an envelope, scrawling ‘Barry’ across the front. She carried her bags down to the foyer and called for a cab. She left the letter and the keys to the car on the kitchen counter and then took one last look around the house before going up to Abby’s room. She watched the little girl sleep for a moment bef
Six Months Later…Everyone he loved was in the room. They were celebrating. Barry and Becky had finally set a date. Lisa and Mason wouldn’t be far behind. Brian and Cassie kept sneaking glances at one another that they thought nobody else noticed. He thought he knew what was going on but he didn’t want to ruin the surprise. It was their news to share and he was happy to wait for them to be ready to share it. Liam and Loretta were here too. He’d been slowly getting to know them. There was a lot of hurt to work through, but they were getting there. Jonathon quite enjoyed having a younger brother even if it was only in small doses at the moment. Devi and Kirra were also there. Kirra was graduating in a couple of weeks and then she would be hopefully attending one of the universities close to home. She wouldn’t know if she got accepted until the new year, but Jonathan was quietly confident that she would get into her top pick. And then there was Emma. Every day with her was
“I know it’s too soon,” he said, cupping her cheek. “But I want you to know that I am in this for good. I want to spend my life with you Emma. I want us to be a family. You, me, Kirra, Devi, Liam, and Loretta—” “Loretta?” “My mum. I want one big, messy family with you and me at the heart of it. Tell me you want that too.” She pressed against him and brushed a kiss on his lips. “I do,” she said before putting the remaining half of the chocolate in her mouth and grinning. The wheel came to a stop and he drew Emma to her feet, moving them both over to the window. The entire city of Melbourne was spread out below them, but it dimmed in comparison to the woman in his arms. “I love you, Emma,” he whispered before kissing her while they stood on top of the world.He took her home. He couldn’t not. They had stuff to work out and a relationship to manage. He had a family to get to know and she had her mother’s illness to navigate and her sister’s final year of sch
He stepped into the pod and waited for the door to close before holding the final box out to her, his mouth dry. She reached for it but he snatched it away, lifting it beyond her reach. “Before I give this to you, I need to explain.” She looked from the box to his face and nodded. “Okay.” The wheel started to move and Jonathon moved them over to sit on a bench. He exhaled roughly. “Okay, so I don’t know how much of this you already know, but how about I just start at the beginning?” She nodded again. “My mother left when I was two. I always believed she left us for a man with money. I’ve recently found out that wasn’t true.” He took a deep breath and her hand rested gently on his chest as she moved closer to him. He took strength from her closeness. “Someone was impersonating me—” “Liam?” He nodded. “Right. Liam. It turns out Liam is my brother. He was trying to draw me out and get me to notice him. He ultimately wanted to meet his father. He didn’t
“Are you looking for this?” the security guy asked, holding out an old-fashioned paper ticket. Emma laughed as she snatched it from him, waving it over her shoulder as she jogged toward the front doors of the building. She slid into the car and Brian looked at her expectantly. “Um…” Emma looked between Brian and Cassie. “I want to say Luna Park, but I don’t think that’s right.” “Why Luna Park?” Cassie asked. Emma held up the ticket in her hand. “We went to a fête in Merveille and rode the Ferris wheel.” “The Melbourne Star,” Brian said, his voice gruff. “Of course!” Cassie cried excitedly, leaning over to give Brian a smacking kiss. “You’re brilliant.” Emma could barely keep still as Brian drove them across town toward the Docklands and the giant observation wheel. As much as she was enjoying herself, she wanted to see him. She had already forgiven him for his lie and now she desperately wanted to ask his forgiveness for her stupid, fearful, erratic
She walked around the corner expecting to see Jonathon outside the patisserie, but there was no one there. She stepped inside breathed in the sweet scent of pastries and chocolate and looked around, hoping to spot him, but he wasn’t there. “Are you Emma?” a lady asked. “Yeah,” Emma said, turning to the woman who sat at a small table with a familiar little box in front of her. “This is for you,” the woman said, standing and walking away. Emma sat and took the box, pulling at the bow and opening it to see another chocolate truffle, this time it had an ’S’ written on top of it in dark chocolate. She didn’t need the little ‘Eat Me’ note to know what to do. She put the truffle on her tongue and closed her eyes. The chocolate coating melted away to leave behind a cake center with the sweet tang of apricot jam. “Sachertorte,” she mumbled to herself as she sighed and opened her eyes. Emma picked up the note that had nestled beside the truffle in the box.The first time we made lov
Dear Emma,The first time we met I wanted to kiss you. I knew I couldn’t. I knew it was stepping across a line both personally and professionally, but still, I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt.Our relationship has had an unconventional start, a bit of a rocky middle, and an absolutely appalling ending, but there were some real high points along the way. Let me remind you of how good it was between us and how good it could be again.Do you remember our first kiss? I don’t think I will ever forget it. I thought I knew what I was getting myself in for when I leaned down to brush my lips across yours, but I was a fool. You were so much more than I ever thought I would ever experience. You took my breath away and I lost a little bit of my heart to you at that moment.If it meant as much to you as it did to me, meet me there at the place where we first kissed.Jonathon.Emma could feel the wetness on her cheeks and she sniffed as she wiped at the tears. “Well?” Cassie asked, rocking o
It was the first Saturday morning Emma could ever remember that had the three of them sitting around the kitchen table eating pancakes and laughing. What would have been a simple, family Saturday morning ritual for some was something out of a fairy tale for Emma. She knew they were a long way from being a happy family, there was still a lot of hurt to navigate and broken trust to overcome, but it was a start and for once in her life, she was willing to just go with it. On this day, Devi was back to the woman she vaguely remembered from before Tom died and Emma wanted to soak it up and memorize it. From pancakes, they’d gone to gardening. Emma shared her plans with Devi and Kirra. She would let the lease go on her flat and move back in here permanently. It meant she would be on hand if Devi needed her and hopefully give some stability for Kirra’s final year of school. After she graduated and went off to uni, Emma could look at what would happen next. They all agreed that if they were
Emma wanted to believe her, but it was tempting to turn away and close her heart off so she couldn’t be hurt again. Except it would hurt anyway. If there was one thing she learned through this whole saga with Jonathon it was that closing your heart off to others was a mistake. You ended up hurting everyone that way, not least of all yourself. She put her arm around Devi and hugged her. “Good for you mum,” she said.Jonathon worked all night and most of the day. He tried calling Emma but when she didn’t pick up or reply to his texts after the first twenty or so, he gave up. What he had to say needed to be said in person anyway. Inspired by the woman he had fallen irrevocably in love with, he had spent the night holed up in his test kitchen creating the perfect set of truffles. Anybody could buy a box of chocolates or a bunch of flowers but only he could create an entire set of truffles that spelled out just how much he loved her and how much she had impacted his life. He had words
Kirra said when Emma finally made it home. Emma had been wandering around the city trying to come to terms with what all this meant for her life going forward. She had made some hard decisions, but she felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It hadn’t helped with the pain in her chest where her heart was currently crumbling away to dust, but at least she knew that she wasn’t going to end up like her mother just because she had fallen in love. Life was always going to throw her curve balls and she just learned something about herself. Despite her previous belief, she was actually strong enough to withstand them, even swing the bat at them, and make the best out of a bad situation. “Hey, yourself,” she said, sitting at the table opposite Kirra. “Where’s Zoë?” “She had to go and run some errands.” “Where’s mum?” Kirra bit her lip and her eyes teared up. “I don’t know.” “She’s not here?” Emma asked, sitting up straighter and leaning forward. “When I got home, Z