‘Have a smoke with me, Em,’ he said, handing her a cigarette. She took it without considering what she was doing. She was in a bit of a daze.
Please tell me quickly, she was thinking, let me know now.
David waited for Emma to lift the cigarette to her mouth. He held the lit lighter in his cupped hands but she was miles away.
‘Em? Are you awake?’ he asked, with a smile.
‘Sure,’ she said. She didn’t move, so he lifted her hand to her mouth. She smiled, laughing softly, and said, ‘Sorry. No. I don’t want it.’
David moved back to the railing. He looked out into the night. The dark ocean and the magnificent night sky.
‘This isn’t like you,’ she said.
‘What isn’t?’ he asked, turning back to her.
‘Not sleeping, silly.’ She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him.
‘Maybe I had too much coffee,’ he said. He drew heavily on the cigarette and exhaled dramatically.
‘Tell me what’s worrying you, baby.’
David walked up and down the verandah in the dark, smoking, answering some of Emma’s whispered entreaties and telling her something of his troubles at work, but he was no less restless.
Emma was shivering. Behind her, away to the east, the dark night sky was being diluted, drop by drop, by pale, corrosive daylight. Time would not stand still for him. The night would end and he would have to face Emma in the clear light of day.
He had to tell her what he had only just whispered to himself. He stopped pacing and stood in front of her. He took her cold hands in his.
Emma’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t speak. He looked into her eyes.
‘I want children,’ he said.
Emma almost laughed. Her worst fears were unfounded. In her relief she failed to realise the importance of his words.
David viewed the situation differently. He wanted children. There were forces at work within him. The years had begun to pass by terrifyingly quickly and the issue of children of his own morphed from being a vague presumption into an urgent need. He had waited patiently for some sign from Emma. But none had come. He was now afraid that all he had built and all he had managed to achieve and Emma’s love were all being risked by this roll of the dice.
Emma gathered herself after a moment.
‘So do I,’ she answered.
‘Now?’ he asked. ‘I need to know.’
‘Why do you need to know? What’s gotten into you?’
‘Something Dad said.’
Emma was at a loss. She didn’t want children now. No. Not now or soon. Maybe not ever. And suddenly she felt the seriousness of the situation.
‘You know he was twenty-four and Mum was twenty-two when they had me,’ continued David. ‘He said the other day that you’re never ready. But I disagree. I reckon I’m ready now. Look at what we’ve got. We can cope. We are in a better position to have children than most people ever are.’
All through the night David’s thoughts had come back to one piece of knowledge. Emma was unlike any woman he had ever known. He had married her on the strength of that. And since the wedding he had had this view reinforced time and time again. No one had loved him like Emma had, no one had demonstrated their love as Emma had, but then conversely no one was as selfish as Emma. She was bigger than life, better than life and not of this life. Sometimes she seemed so far from him. He became a simple being and his needs became quaint beside hers. Career, wife, home, children. And yet, hadn’t he married her?
‘I’m ready, Emma. I really am,’ he repeated. He still held her hands, still looked at her intently, but his words had no effect. She remained silent. She was looking into his eyes. ‘I never would have dreamed that I would be the one saying all this. I never thought I’d be looking into my wife’s eyes…’
Tears sprang from those eyes.
What could she tell him?
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Table of Contents
ABOUT THE BOOK
CONTENTS
TITLE PAGE
DEDICATION
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
SNEAK PEAK INTO THE SECRET LIVES OF EMMA: DISTRACTIONS
COPYRIGHT NOTICE
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