“Okay,” she whispered. “I’ll go and get a check-up, but I assure you, I’m fine.” He kissed her again, taking it deeper this time and she let herself get carried away in him. She would miss him like crazy but at least she had something to look forward to. When he got back they could actually be a couple for real and do all the couple-y things that people do when they are in a normal relationship. She couldn’t wait.“I'm really sorry Cassie,” Chloe said, “it's been a really shit week, and I…” Becky snorted and turned away, a sneer on her face. It had been a shitty week. Declan had gone and he’d just told her that he had to stay an extra couple of days because of some problem with permits or something. Not to mention the summons she’d received from Dr. Hemsure who had informed her that Dr. Shane had lodged a complaint about her. He was claiming sexual harassment! She was so mad she wanted to spit. “Do you have something to say?” Chloe asked. She would never normally challenge anyo
The fact is, Becky, you don't know me at all.” Chloe took a breath and ignoring the tears rolling down her face, she turned to Cassie. “I'm sorry Cassie, I really am. I love you and I understand if you don't want me in the wedding party anymore.” With that, she turned and walked out of the bridal shop leaving a stunned group in her wake.Chloe dropped into the chair beside the doctor’s desk and grimaced. That scene with Becky in the bridal shop was brutal and she had no excuse except that she just didn’t have any filters left. Now she was at the doctor’s office and she just wanted to go home and sleep. She was so tired all the time and with the nausea on top of everything else, she was just done with the world. She wanted to crawl under the covers and hide from everyone and everything until she felt better. “So,” the doctor said with a smile, “what’s going on with you?” Chloe explained her symptoms and the doctor listened attentively. “Do you think you might be pregnant?” the do
With nervous fingers, she straightened the cutlery yet again. Declan was due to arrive at any moment and she couldn’t sit still. Chloe had cleaned her apartment from top to bottom and then spent the better part of the afternoon cooking. They were supposed to go out for dinner, but she wanted to stay in. The conversation they needed to have couldn’t happen in a crowded restaurant. Declan would need time to adjust. He’d need time to think through all the implications. This was not something she could just drop on him casually over dinner and then expect an immediate answer. She heard his knock and her stomach somersaulted. Taking a deep breath, she walked across the apartment and opened the door. Declan stood leaning against the door jam. His suit was rumpled, his hair mussed, the top two buttons of his business shirt were undone and his tie poked out of the top pocket of his jacket. He looked tired and completely delicious. A tremor of longing went through Chloe as she looked at h
He shifted and turned on his side, reaching for her and pulling her close. She went happily, snuggling into him, and let go of the nerves and anxiety that had plagued her all day. This felt right. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.Declan felt the warmth of her body against his and smiled. He was home. Such a simple thought, but one that filled him with such satisfaction that he had to draw her closer. Never had waking up felt so good than when she was beside him. The week had turned into a week and a half and he had missed her. They had spoken as often as he could manage it, but it wasn’t the same. This was what he missed. The simple pleasure of having her in his arms. In the short time they’d been together, he’d grown used to sleeping with her beside him and he found, to his surprise, that he didn’t sleep well when they were apart. If he had his way, they wouldn’t be apart very much at all from now on. She shifted in his arms, turning her head to blink up at him sleepily, a s
He didn’t move. He felt like he was being bombarded by a million images all at once. Relief hit him. Relief that she wasn’t seriously ill. And then surprise, shock, awe, and then, inexplicably, joy. Fear was close on its heels, but joy remained. She was having his baby. He knew he should feel… no, he didn’t know what he should feel. What he did know was for some insane reason, knowing that she was carrying his baby made him happy. Insanely, weirdly, deliriously happy. “Say something,” she whispered, fear in her eyes. He kissed her. When he pulled back and looked into her stunned eyes, it was all he could do not to laugh with joy. He cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb over her lips. “Marry me,” he whispered before kissing her again.“Marry you?” Chloe asked, pushing away from him. It was what she wanted, it was almost the exact thing that she had wanted him to say, but she couldn’t quite believe she was hearing it. “Yes,” he said, still caging her in with his body. “
His hands skimmed down her back until they reached her hips. He pulled her to him and she felt his burgeoning erection against her belly. It sent a wave of heat through her and she rubbed against him like a cat. Oh God, how she had missed him. Her hands found their way under his shirt and she groaned as they made contact with naked skin. She pushed and pulled at the fabric until he got the hint and pulled it off exposing all that delicious male chest to her. “Now you,” he said as he tugged at the oversized t-shirt she wore. She lifted her arms and let him peel it from her body. He tossed it to the side and made a low, groaning sound in the back of his throat as he looked at her in her leggings and simple white lace bra. The way he looked at her, with hunger and desire in his eyes, made her feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet. She reached behind her and unclasped the bra and his eyes dilated as his nostrils flared. She let a scrap of lace fall to the floor a
He licked her then and she let out a loud groan. She could feel his lips smile against her as he licked her again, firmer this time, and she cried out. He knew her body, knew exactly what she liked and she could do nothing but surrender to him. “More,” he whispered before sucking her clit into his mouth. She bucked against his face, her hands clenching in the sheets, and she cried out again. She was glad that the walls of her apartment were thick. Declan pressed a finger into her and she moaned in pleasure. He added a second and she widened her legs in invitation. “Talk to me,” he said, his voice rough. “Tell me what you want.” “More,” she breathed. “Harder.” His tongue swirled around her hard, sensitive nub as he pumped his fingers into her. She rocked her hips in a matching rhythm and felt the sizzle of her orgasm as it began to build. “Oh God, yes!” she cried out. He sucked her clit and curled his fingers inside her, reaching her G-spot.
Declan walked out onto the balcony and leaned his forearms on the railing, beer in hand. The sounds of the party came to him through the open French doors and he would return to it soon, he just needed some air and a moment of solitude. The party inside was a ‘meet-and-greet’ for Brian and Cassie’s bridal party. The wedding was only a month away now and he was happy for them both, but still, he needed a moment. He was going to be a fucking father. He’d known for a few days now. He and Chloe had decided not to tell anyone yet, not until they were through the first trimester - whatever the fuck that meant. He’d always known that he would be a father eventually but he’d never expected it to happen so… organically. It had been drummed into him that his own mother would choose who the mother of his children would be. Just like she did with her stupid dogs. He didn’t know what traits she was trying to breed in - or out - of the next generation, he’d just accepted the fact that it
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