Peter would demand answers any time a member of staff walked past. Mae would cry, and then stop, and then cry, and then stop. Michael was back at Peter and Mae’s house with all the children.
In the early hours of the following morning a doctor appeared. He told them that she was in a critical condition, but that he had good news.
‘It’s been a tough twenty-four hours for you, David, but I have good news. I am fairly confident that she will make it, and so will the baby.’
David leaped to his feet. He kissed the doctor. Peter and Mae stood up and hugged each other. David kissed the both of them, they all hugged, and they all let out tears of joy.
Having received the good news, Peter and Mae knew they were ok to leave David on his own now. They agreed to take Willy and David’s brother, Michael, home to the farm if he didn’t want to stay at theirs that night, they told David again, that their house was an open house and that they would do anything he needed, anything at all.
Once home, Mae tucked Charlie into bed. She kissed him on the head and as she turned off his lamp, she told him how much she loved him and how she would always protect him. She was about to leave his room when he said;
‘Mummy…?’
‘Yes darling?’
She went back to his bedside and knelt beside him once more.
‘What is it, angel?’
‘Mummy, you know yesterday, when I wet my trousers?’
‘Oh, darling, it was one of those things. Don’t worry about that. These things happen.’
‘Mummy, there is a reason I couldn’t get into the toilet. I did know where the toilets were, but when I got there, I saw Daddy. He was with Aunty Martha and they had their clothes off. They were kissing. I didn’t want to go in there.’
Charlie began to cry, worried that he had said something he shouldn’t have. Concerned that his dad might beat him.
His mother pulled him in and stroked his head.
‘Shhh.' Thank you, dear boy. Thank you for telling me. Don’t worry. Daddy was just helping Aunty Martha. She wasn’t feeling well.’
Mae stroked her boy’s head, and let the tears roll down her cheeks.
Acknowledgments
David and Kelly McCaffrey of Britain’s Next Bestseller - You believed in me and my work.
Thank you for your support and guidance and I look forward to embarking on this journey together.
Donna Maria McCarthy - I am blessed to have met this lovely lady who has guided me through the whole process with professionalism and friendship.
You’re welcome! Ha!
Anita Waller: For helping me understand how to make my story a book and for her kindness and generosity.
And finally - To everyone, my friends and family, who told me to get on and write, thanks for believing in me.
I really hope you enjoy it.
About the Author
Lucinda Lamont was born in Aberdeenshire, Scotland in 1986 and grew up in a harbour town called Peterhead for the first 12 years of her life.
She was the middle child of 5, the others all being boys.
Her mother remarried and they moved down to Southampton where Lucinda has resided ever since.
Studying Law, completing an NVQ in Hairdressing and working behind a bar, Lucinda found she was still not satisfied.
She began to travel the globe in her mid twenties and discovered she was a dreamer and would concoct stories in her head for each place she visited.
She finally put pen to paper at the age of 29 and began writing Cupidity, enjoying it so much that she gave up her full time job to go freelance thus allowing more time to write.
Now 31 years old with her first child due any day, Lucinda sees writing as an on-going career path.
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