Page 70 of Spiralling Skywards: Fading
“Just hopeful, pretty girl. Just hopeful.”
“Well, top up my glass, and you might just get lucky.”
“I’ve got you and three beautiful boys, I don’t think I could get any luckier.”
“You keep laying on the charm like that, and I’ll show ya.”
He licked his lips as he looked at me, the flickering light from the candle dancing in his blue eyes.
“Promise?”
“Absolutely.”
“I love you a lottle, Sarah Delaney.”
“I love you a lottle more.”
He grinned at me, saying nothing for a few seconds. “Eat your food. You’re gonna need the energy. I plan on fucking you till the sun comes up.”
We ate, we talked, and we laughed. We reconnected on a level that I felt we’d been missing since before I was pregnant with the twins, and we were once again us. Just for a few hours between feeds, we were Liam and Sarah, not Mum and Dad, just us. I ate far too much, and I drank way more than far too much.
We fucked, hard, fast, and dirty on the dining table, and then we made slow delicious love in front of the fire. We shared a large glass of Baileys over ice and then moved things to our bedroom, where we had more sex in a multitude of positions.
Over the following weeks, things got better between us on a daily basis. Liam still worked long hours but he was making it home for dinner almost every night and was leaving a little later in the mornings so that he could help me out. It seemed as though once we reconnected on an intimate level, everything else just clicked back into place.
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I stared at my doctor in shock. I had finally gotten around to attending my six week check, which was actually my fourteen week check because I’d simply forgotten to make the appointment amongst all of the chaos surrounding the birth of the twins and the death of my grandfather.
“I can’t be pregnant, the twins are only fourteen weeks old. I still haven’t even had a period. I was breastfeeding…”
“Have you had unprotected sex?”
I nodded.
“Maybe once or twice.”
“Well, that’s how it usually happens. After three children, you of all people should know this by now.”
I wanted to punch him in his smug fucking face and strangle him with his stupid purple bowtie.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew the risks but I honestly thought we wouldn’t get caught out.
“How far . . . When?”
“I’ll arrange an ultrasound. Would you like me to see if I can get it done now for you or would you rather come back?”
“Now, if you could please. Carter’s at school, and it’s easier with just the twins.”
“Well, it’s all about to get a lot more difficult. Perhaps after this, you may want to think about something more permanent, especially if it’s twins again.”
I stared at the letter opener on his desk, wondering how badly the red of his blood, would clash with the purple of his tie when I stabbed him in the throat with it.
“Maybe.” I shrugged. “We were always planning on having four or five, just not quite this close together.” It wasn’t completely a lie.
He made the call, and I had the scan. I was four weeks pregnant and due in November. Thankfully, it was just one baby, which was a bonus I supposed.
I spent the rest of the day in a daze. I didn’t remember collecting Carter from his playgroup, and I didn’t remember unbuckling him from his car seat or carrying the twins into the house.
