by Smith, Wendy
“Thank you.”
“That conference is yours, too. You’re the perfect person to send to it. The work you’ve done here is fantastic, given our lack of resources. We’ll catch up later in the day about the new position.”
I nod.
And I can’t wait to get home to Owen and Ava tonight.
* * *
Adam picks me up after work.
“I’ll take you to the garage. Your car’s there, ready and waiting.” He smiles.
“What was wrong with it?”
“Starter motor was buggered. I replaced it.”
“What do I owe you?”
He chuckles. “Nothing.”
“I can’t pay you nothing for repairing my car.”
“You’re family, Ginny. Besides, what you’re doing with Owen and Ava—I’m so grateful.”
Tears well in my eyes. “I’m not doing anything special.”
“You turned my brother’s life around. And my niece has the stability she needs, thanks in part to you.”
We travel the rest of the distance in silence, and when we stop outside the garage, he turns to me. “Here we are.”
“Thank you, Adam.”
“You’re very welcome. I’m glad it was something simple.”
“Me too.”
Owen’s cooking dinner when I get to his place. The smell of chicken fills the flat.
I’m tired from our early baking session, and weepy over the circumstances of my promotion. But I’m happy, and where I need to be.
Ava leaps up from the floor and wraps her arms around my waist. I hold her tight. Sometimes she wants me to carry her, and I do it even though it hurts. My body doesn’t always behave when I want it to.
“Hey, sweetheart. Did you have a good day?” I ask her.
“I went to day care.”
“I know you did. What did you do there?” Making my way to the couch, I sit down and she jumps up beside me.
“We made cookies.”
“Did you?”
“I brought you one home.” She plucks a little package from the coffee table, and I smile at the wrapping. It’s all tied up in a pink bow.
“Thank you.”
“Eat it. It’s yummy.”
I open it up, and it’s a shortbread biscuit. It’s round, and iced with a smiley face.
“She brought one for me too. I gave it an eight out of ten.” Owen walks into the living room and stands behind the couch. I raise my face for him to lean over and kiss.
“Eight? That’s generous coming from you.”
“Well, maybe a six for the cookie, but Ava got points for bringing us both one home.”
I laugh. “Maybe you can make some shortbread and show them how it’s done.”
“How was your day?” he asks.
“Nathan resigned. And after the dust settled, I got a promotion.”
He grins, leaping over the couch—much to Ava’s delight—and pulling me into his arms. “Then this is an extra special day.”
“I still feel weird about it, and I feel like Nathan got away from any consequences by resigning, but it is good. I’m the team leader for the senior school.”
“I’m so proud of you. And don’t worry about Nathan. I’m sure Kelly will make him suffer, possibly forever, for it.”
“You don’t think it’ll break them up?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. But either way, he’s the one who ends up second best in this.”
“Thank you for believing me.”
“I’ll always believe you.”
Ava leans over, placing her weight on my pelvis. I suck in a breath at the pain.
“Eat your cookie,” she says.
I grab her under her arms and pull her into a hug, relieving the pressure. “I’ll eat it just for you.”
“Are you sure you should?” Owen asks.
“It’s just one cookie. I’ll be fine.”
Even if it’s not, I’ll do it for Ava.
* * *
I love being here.
I’m the one holding out on the three of us being together, but right now this is where I need to be. There’s so much we need to talk about when we do move in together. I’m dreading it.
But for the moment, when we’ve put Ava to bed and snuggled on the couch for a while, he takes me to his bed and all is right with the world.
He touches me gently, his hands caressing my body as he works his way down.
Even though I know it’s coming, I still gasp as his tongue rolls over my clit. He knows I can’t do this fast and hard, but he never asks why. He just gives me what I need.
This is why my heart belongs to Owen Campbell.
No one can tell me he’s any different to this. He’s the Owen I know and love.
I relax as he licks me, touches me, moans. Closing my eyes, I lose myself in the sensation, in Owen’s attentions.
And he does pay attention to every little thing.
My body jerks as I come, the gentle build giving way to a whole-body experience.
“I can’t wait any longer.”
I open my eyes to see him over me, reaching for the condom. Running my hands over his chest, I hook my arms around his neck.
“Me either. I need you inside me.”
When the condom’s on, he slides slowly in.
“You feel so good. We could do this every night, you know.”
“I know,” I whisper.
We move together, and I fight the urge to close my eyes again, instead drowning in the love written all over his face. My heart’s bonded with his, and it’ll stay that way. I’m sure of it.
He presses in a little too deep, and I grip his biceps.
“Sorry. It’s hard to hold back, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
I nod. “I know. It’s okay.”
“I love you, Ginny.” His goofy smile shows what’s in his heart. I never have to second-guess his feelings.
“I love you too.”
He groans, stilling over me. Missionary has become my thing after other positions being too painful in the past. Yet, he just accepts it, and does whatever it takes to make me happy.
When he rolls to my side, I snuggle into his arms.
“What do you think about having children?”
I swallow. “I love kids. They’re why I became a teacher.”
“Drew and Hayley want a rugby union team’s worth.”
I laugh. “Fifteen?”
“I want a lot, but maybe not that much. I’ll settle for a baker’s dozen. About the same as a rugby league team.”
My heart hurts. “Thirteen. You want that many children?”
“Not really, but it would be nice to have one or two. I’ve been thinking a lot since Ava moved in, and it upsets me that she’s alone. I mean, can you imagine how much she’d love a brother or sister?”
I know more than ever that he’s changed now. The Owen Becky knew would never have spoken about having children. I’m not taking credit for it. He’s been through a lot these past couple of months, but this is just another example of the Owen I love.
What hurts is that I don’t know if I can be the one to give him what he wants.
22
Owen
Over the next month we fall into a routine.
Ginny still stays with us over the weekends. She and Ava grow closer, and I love seeing the two of them together. It just cements her place in our little family.
I just want her to stay.
“Mum wants us to come over for dinner on Saturday,” Ginny says. It’s been two months since I met her brother, and I’m more than ready to meet the rest of the family. We’ve tried to organise something a few times, but as it turns out, it’s not so easy to get all the Robinsons in one place at one time.
“Sounds good. Does she need us to bring anything? I can bake a dessert.”
She grins. “Sounds wonderful.”
“Do they not eat gluten either? I’ll make it gluten free, but I’m just curious.”
> She shakes her head. “No, they’re all fine.”
“What is it that makes you avoid it?” I flick a lock of her hair behind her ear. We’re vegged out in front of the television while Ava plays in her room.
Ginny takes a deep breath. “Well—”
“Owen, Ginny, look at this.” Ava comes running in with her colouring book. I’ve discovered she loves drawing and colouring, and bought her all kinds of pens and paper.
“What is it?”
She beams, holding her book up. “It’s a family. I coloured this in. There’s Ginny, you, and me.” Ava frowns. “There’s a dog too. I think that must be Lucky.”
I grab her around the waist, and she squeals as I pull her onto my lap. “That’s a very nice picture. You’re pretty good at staying in the lines.”
When I look over at Ginny, she has tears in her eyes. “That’s us?” Her voice cracks.
“Yep.” Ava leans into me, and I kiss her temple.
“Oh, honey, it’s beautiful.”
Ava leaps off me and runs back toward her room. “Where are you going?” I call.
“More pictures.”
I shift my gaze to Ginny, and pull her into my arms. “You okay?”
“She thinks of us all as a family.”
“Because we are.”
The conflict’s all over her face. “I can’t step in as her mother.”
“I think it’s too late for that. And I don’t think that either of us are stepping in as her parents. Cara and Ryan will always be her parents. But she loves both of us.”
Ginny swallows hard as she looks at me, and the tears roll down her cheeks.
“Come here.” I hug her, and she leans her head to rest on my shoulder.
Whether she wants it or not, she’s it, as far as Ava’s concerned.
And I think she makes an amazing mother.
* * *
On Saturday, we make the drive to Carlstown to have dinner with Ginny’s family.
Kyle stands in the doorway, smiling as we pull into the backyard. I present him with a plastic bag. “For you and Jordan.”
His jaw drops. “No. You didn’t.” He opens the bag. “Holy shit, you did.”
“Hope that’s enough.”
“I told him not to give you any,” Ginny says. “It’s setting a dangerous precedent.”
“What’s a dangerous precedent?” Another tall, well-built guy comes up behind Kyle.
“Owen, this is Jordan. Jordan, this is Owen.”
“Hey, dude,” Jordan says.
“Check this out. Owen brought us a bag of pies. You know those amazing ones we get in Copper Creek?”
His grin widens. “Awesome. They’re worth the drive.”
“Thanks.” I laugh.
“Come in. Mum and Dad are gonna love meeting you.”
I take a step into the kitchen. The air’s full of the aroma of roasting lamb, and my mouth waters at the scent.
“This must be Owen.” A woman I can only assume is Ginny’s mother comes walking toward me. She’s a lot like Ginny, only older.
“It is.” I grin.
“I’m Adele.” She points to a man sitting at the table. “And this is Lloyd, Ginny’s Dad.”
“It’s so good to meet both of you. I made a cheesecake for dessert,” I say, and she takes the container from me.
“Thank you.” She beams.
“Dad, Owen brought some of those pies Jordan and I told you about,” Kyle says.
Lloyd grins. “Sounds great.” He gets up and walks toward me, extending his hand. He claps me on the back as we shake hands. “It’s great to finally meet you. Ginny’s told us all about you, and your little girl.”
“Here she is,” Ginny says.
Ginny’s mother claps her hands to her cheeks. “Oh, Ginny, she’s just as beautiful as you told me she was.”
“Ava, this is my mum and dad.” Ginny takes another step forward.
I’ve been here two minutes, and already I feel comfortable.
I think Ava and I are going to like this place just fine.
* * *
Dinner is amazing.
It reminds me a lot of the family dinners we used to have before Adam went away and Mum got sick. The Robinsons are obviously a close family when they actually get together, and Ava doesn’t know who to look at, they’re all so busy fussing over her.
“I’m glad you’ve found a good boyfriend after the awful one you had last time.”
“Mum,” Ginny says.
“Piece of shit,” Jordan mutters.
I turn to Ginny.
“Not in front of Ava.” She grits her teeth.
“Shit, sorry,” Kyle says, and Ginny rolls her eyes.
“Ava, don’t listen to either of them. They’re so bad at saying naughty words,” Ginny says.
Ava snuggles in against me.
“Owen, you need to marry my sister. These pies are the best ever.” Kyle’s already eaten his dinner, and is now getting stuck into the pies. He takes another bite, and I chuckle.
“I’ll never understand how you can interrogate him like you’re so suspicious of his intentions, and the next you’re wanting to marry me off for a meat pie.” Ginny laughs.
“Nah, he’s a good dude. Ava’s pretty cool too.” Kyle winks at Ava. “We just like giving him a hard time because he’s with you.”
“Never could have guessed.” I grin.
Ava tugs on my arm, and I lean over so she can whisper in my ear. “Are there any gingerbread men?” She tries to whisper, but it comes out so loud everyone can hear it.
I shake my head. “Not here. Maybe when we get home. There’s a cheesecake for dessert though, so you can have a piece of that.”
She frowns. “But I want a gingerbread man.”
“I’m sorry, Ava, but I don’t have any.”
She lets go of an almighty wail, and tears roll down her cheeks. In the past month, she’s been so good. This is the first time she’s played up, and of course, it has to be while I’m trying to impress Ginny’s family.
“Ava, come on.”
“I want to go home.” She sniffs, and I pull her onto my lap.
“What’s going on?” I stroke her hair.
“She’s tired,” Ginny says. “Do you want to go for a nap, Ava?”
Ava rubs her eyes, and snuggles into my chest.
“Do you know what? You can sleep in my old room if you want. I’ll sit with you until you go to sleep, and then we can wake you up when it’s time to go home.” Ginny gets up and walks around the table, squatting beside me. “Come on, munchkin. Today’s been a big, exciting day for you.”
Ava takes Ginny’s hand, and I watch helplessly as they leave the room.
“She’s so good with kids,” Jordan says.
“She’s been amazing with Ava. I don’t know what I would have done without her these past few weeks.” I look at Adele. “I only discovered Ava was my daughter a few months ago when she came to live with me. It’s a big thing to adjust to, but Ginny’s been fantastic.”
Adele’s eyes mist over. “Ginny always wanted children. She was so disappointed to find out there wasn’t much chance she’d ever have them. It does my heart good to see her with your daughter.”
I blink in rapid succession, trying to take in what she’s just told me. But there’s no way I can hide from her that what she’s just said has come as a surprise to me.
“Good one, Mum,” Jordan grumbles.
“Oh, Owen, I’m sorry. I just assumed Ginny had told you. I’ve got such a big mouth sometimes.”
I lick my lips. “It’s okay. I’m sure she’ll tell me when she’s ready.”
Ginny appears in the doorway, a big smile on her face. “She was out like a light. Remember when we came here shopping, and she fell asleep in the car on the way home? I think the travel just wears her out.”
“It would explain why she was so cranky. She’s never got upset like that before.”
Ginny shakes her head, making her wa
y back to the table. “No, it’s not like her, but I guess we’re still learning about each other.”
I meet her gaze. “We sure are.”
* * *
We feel like our own little family back home.
Ava’s back to her usual self after a nap, and she’s awake the whole car ride home, but a story from Ginny and she falls asleep.
I watch from the doorway. My whole world is in this room, and it’s not tainted by my discovery. It disappoints me Ginny hasn’t confided in me yet, but I guess she will in time.
All I know is that no matter what, it’s her I want.
I know the thought of her and Ava getting too attached to one another scares her, but it’s a magical thing to watch. And deep down I love that I can give Ginny what she wants, even if she can’t have children with me.
In the absence of Ava’s biological mother, she’s got the next best thing. And Ginny couldn’t love Ava any more than she does.
Sometimes at night, I lie awake and think of Cara. It’s too late to tell her how hurt and angry I am at her for not telling me I had a daughter, for this to have been sprung on me without any prior knowledge. It’s turned my life upside down, but in such a short space of time I’ve been left not wanting things to be any other way.
It also hurts that Cara will never see her little girl grow up.
Somehow, I have to guide Ava through that, work out how to help her become a young woman without screwing things up.
I just hope that Ginny’s by my side the whole way.
23
Owen
Today’s the day of Adam and Lily’s little ceremony, the one they’ve been planning since Rose was born.
It’s a Māori tradition to bury the placenta and umbilical cord of your baby. It symbolises the relationship between the child and the place of their birth, but for Adam and Lily, it’s also about finding each other again and forming their family. Adam bought this house with the garage when he came home, and it’s their first family home. One they plan on being in for a long time.
