He stared at her. 'Meg, what are you saying?'
'What do you think?' she cried, almost shouted, with frustration. 'You tell me, Robert!'
He took a step towards her. She saw him through tear-blurred eyes and held out a hand. He took it, and clasped it tightly. She got to her feet. Their arms went round each other. She laid her head against his chest and they hugged each other.
When she looked up at him, she was unable to see his face properly. She rubbed her eyes against his shirt to clear her vision. She saw then he was smiling tenderly at her, as if she was the most beautiful and delicate thing he had ever seen.
And then he kissed her.
'So something is possible?' he said with wonder a little later. 'I got it wrong?'
'Very.'
'You want to be with me?'
She nodded. 'More than anything.'
'For good?'
'That's what I want, Robert.'
'And to be married, perhaps, in time?'
She nodded again.
'Sure?'
'Yes!'
'It's very old-fashioned of you.'
'I'm an old-fashioned girl.'
He shook his head. 'Days like these!' he murmured.
She knew exactly what he meant. Relief and happiness washed over her like a spring tide.
Then he smiled and kissed her again.
'There's a lot to sort out,' he suggested.
'Such as?'
'Where to live. A wedding. Persuading two fine, elderly people we can look after their grandchildren properly ….'
'Can't wait to start,' she told him.
Screeches of delight from the front door heralded the arrival of two other people with an interest in all this.
'Meg!' Kirsty cried, rushing into the room. 'I knew it was you. I knew you would come!''
Meg laughed and stooped to hug her, and to snatch her up, the little bundle still as light as a snowflake.
'Sean!' she added, catching sight of a shy but smiling little boy in the doorway. 'You come here, as well!'
Then Baby James caught up, arriving on the scene with a cry that announced he, too, was available – and hungry. Laughter all round.
'What a weight you are now!' Robert said, going over to the buggy and picking James up.
James stopped crying. The hint of a smile appeared on his face.
'He's happy!' Kirsty chortled. 'He likes you, Daddy.'
'It's just wind,' Robert told her. 'How could he possibly like an ugly old thing like me?'
'He does,' Kirsty insisted. 'He really likes you.'
Meg smiled. Sean chuckled.
It was going to be all right, Meg decided. Whatever it took, they would work it out.
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