‘I’m having a baby?’ Penny said.
From the phone, on the table, Francesco’s voice loomed large.
‘Shit! Penny! You’re having a baby!’
Penny pulled away from her sister’s embrace. ‘How is this possible?’ she said. ‘Nobody ever gets pregnant the first time.’
The doctor smiled. ‘Well, it was a forty-four per cent chance since you fertilized your eggs so young.’
‘But chance isn’t ever on my side,’ said Penny. ‘I didn’t think this would happen.’ She was shell-shocked, her whole body tense.
Clementine beamed. ‘I’ve felt so sick these past two days. And my boobs already feel bigger. I didn’t want to get your hopes up, but … I think we can believe this, Pen.’
‘I’m going to be a mama,’ Penny said, smiling.
‘You’re going to be the best mama,’ Clementine said, going in for another hug.
‘I’m so happy for you, Penny!’ came Francesco’s voice, still on speakerphone. ‘This is exactly what you wanted! And you deserve it all!’
Epilogue
Hermione played on the mat laid out on the café floor. Chubby, smiley, an easy baby who slept through the night, Penny couldn’t have been luckier with how the first twelve months of her baby’s life had gone. They’d been a unit, a team of two, right from the moment she held Hermione’s tiny, six-pound-two-ounce body in the hospital ward, crying – sobbing, really – and knowing, right in that moment, that everything she had hoped for herself had materialized through a pathway she could never have imagined.
‘One year old, I can hardly believe it!’ Uncle David said, arranging glasses and a big ice bucket for the champagne on the counter of Bridges. Eric stood beside him tying helium balloons to the backs of some chairs, spitting the odd swear word when his manly fingers proved too chubby for the fine work of knotting the latex.
‘Darling, how many times are you going to say that today?’ Eric said sweetly, finally getting a knot in a green one.
Uncle David scowled, making Sharon and Luke laugh.
‘What’s funny?’ asked Mia, from where she played with Hermione and Jonny on the playmat they’d put down in the corner.
‘Uncle David, Mia,’ replied Penny. ‘He’s getting all emotional, and it isn’t even his birthday!’
Faint music came over the café sound system just then, and Stuart said from near the coffee machine, ‘Music maestro, at last! It’s not a party without some music!’ Safiya, his new wife, stood beside him.
‘You’re so clever, baby,’ she said, in a teasing tone. He grinned at her. She grinned back.
‘Oh, amazing,’ said Sharon, as Francesco came out from the kitchen with two platters of finger food. ‘Look at that! God, it’s sexy that you can cook, Francesco.’
Francesco chortled. ‘Oh, I know all about finding chefs sexy,’ he winked, and Penny pulled a face that was the exact opposite of sexy.
‘There she is,’ said Francesco. ‘My hot girlfriend, looking her best.’ He wandered over and gave her a kiss, Penny accepting it gratefully.
It had taken Penny some time before she was here, in this moment, to figure it all out – life, and everything like it – and to say out loud what she wanted. It had taken her time to understand she could have boundaries, and that saying no is as important as embracing a yes. It had taken hard-fought lessons to arrive at herself, but with Hermione against her naked chest that very first time – skin to skin contact to encourage bonding from the off – Penny knew: taking time is the whole point. She could see it now. Life is about how you handle being thrown off course, not discounting yourself from the race because you were thrown off course in the first place. And look where her life had brought her.
‘Knock, knock,’ came a voice at the doorway, ‘I come bearing presents …’
Hermione looked up at the familiar voice, sunbeams shooting from her smile. It was Auntie Clementine and Auntie Rima. ‘Look who I found loitering near the station, too,’ Clementine added.
Charlie appeared beside them, triumphantly holding up the arm of the man beside her.
‘I got him here!’ they cried. ‘I got Priyesh here!’
Priyesh, dressed for a child’s birthday party in a suit and tie, smiled. ‘You hardly dragged me here against my own free will, Charlie,’ he said, soberly. ‘I wanted to come and meet the baby. And see the other baby – the café.’
Penny stood and kissed everybody, scooping up Hermione so that they all got baby cuddles, despite the fact that Hermione was very much in an independent phase and didn’t like to be picked up. It was like she knew everybody was there for her, and so for this one Sunday afternoon she allowed herself to be passed from auntie to uncle, friend to friend, gurgling and chattering.
Penny’s phone rang, vibrating against the table with a start. Francesco picked it up and passed it over.
‘Thomas!’ Penny said, swiping open a FaceTime. He appeared on screen, pixelated at first and then slowly coming into focus, sat in what looked like a dressing room next to a woman with big hair and a bright pink dress on.
‘Lizzo and I just wanted to say sorry again for being unable to make it,’ he said.
Lizzo waved down the camera. ‘Hey Penny,’ she said. ‘Happy birthday to your baby girl!’
‘Thank you guys!’ said Penny, scanning the room for Hermione. ‘I actually don’t know where my baby is. She’s being smothered with cuddles left, right and centre! But thank you for the gift. A full playhouse was very generous.’
Thomas laughed. ‘That’s okay. Sorry again. You were very sweet to invite us. We’ll make sure you all get tickets to the next London shows, okay?’
‘Okay! Have a good show, Lizzo!’ said Penny, waving goodbye and putting her phone back down, drinking in the scene of the room. Her uncle and his love, her sister and hers. She was pleased she and Thomas had stayed friends. He called by at Bridges when he was around, and always had an outrageous story to tell from life on the road.
Dofi, the owner of the restaurant Penny and Francesco had met in that night, slid in to the chair next to her and said, ‘I’m so happy for you, Penny. Look at all this! Look at your life!’
Penny grinned.
‘Thank you so much for coming,’ Penny said. ‘God we’ve got so much to catch up on.’
Dofi made a murmur of agreement. ‘We do,’ she said. ‘And not that I’m not desperate to hear your news but first, can you tell me more about the man in the suit? He’s hysterical – he just had me in stitches with a joke about three penguins and a llama.’
‘Priyesh?’
‘Anything I should know?’ Dofi said. ‘Because I think I’m going to ask him how long he’s in London for and maybe get him out for a coffee.’
Penny looked from Dofi to Priyesh. She could see it. It made sense. ‘I want you to know we dated for ten seconds when I was up Havingley, and it feels like a million years ago, but other than that …’
‘Oh, I’m zero per cent bothered by that,’ Dofi replied. ‘Anything else?’
Penny shook her head. ‘He’s a really good guy. Do it.’
‘Okay,’ said Dofi. ‘I’m going to do it right now.’ She stood up and Francesco slipped into her place. Penny issued him with a kiss, for nothing other than the fact that he was here, at what was now their café, a joint venture since they worked together so well, offering to feed her family and friends and her baby. His open heart made her softer. His ability to savour small moments rooted her in the present. His daily pledge to be her partner made her want to do him justice, too.
‘I love you,’ she said into his neck.
‘I love you too,’ he said, smiling.
‘And I respect you,’ she said, playing their favourite game.
‘I respect you too,’ Francesco replied.
‘And I think you’re the hottest mama on the planet.’
Francesco smiled even broader. ‘It goes without saying that I think you’re the hottest mama on the planet …’
A loud cra
sh came from around the playmat, followed by an almighty wail from Hermione.
‘Whoopsy!’ said Safiya, in a high-pitched voice. ‘I think I built the tower too high.’ She swooped in to pick Hermione up, walking over to find Penny. ‘We just hit ourselves in the face with a tower of cuppy cups, didn’t we?’ Safiya said, still in her baby voice. ‘We didn’t mean to do that, did we?’
‘Oh my darling, my baby!’ Penny said, standing and opening her arms for her daughter. It was heart-breaking to hear – every single time, whatever the need – and yet she loved – deeply enough that as she lay in bed at night holding her breath to hear her own child breathing in the bassinet beside her – being needed. She loved being Hermione’s person.
Penny raised her close and whispered that she loved her. ‘You’re okay,’ she continued. ‘You’re okay.’
Francesco came to see if she was okay too, fussing over her with Penny.
‘Da,’ Hermione said, reaching for him with pudgy fists. ‘Daddy.’
Penny looked at Francesco and shrugged. Francesco shrugged back.
‘There you go, da,’ Penny said, passing her daughter along and watching her nuzzle into his chest. She watched him hold the back of her head with his hand, how Hermie settled easily when she was with him. It was exactly how Penny felt with him, too.
‘Daddy,’ Penny said, smiling. ‘I think we should make it official.’
They’d talked about it before, the idea that he might adopt her. But Penny had come this far alone, and always delayed a conclusion. She couldn’t delay it any longer, though, because it was true: Francesco was Hermione’s father as much as she was her mother.
Francesco nodded, careful not to wake the baby as her eyes drifted closed in her father’s embrace.
‘I’d like that,’ he said. ‘I’d like that very much.’
And in Bridges café on a back street of Stoke Newington, family that were friends and friends who were like family – all dented in their own way by love and grief and uncertainty and disappointment – came together and celebrated, choosing to try again in their imperfect humanness, thankful for everything that had happened before that meant there was so very much to look forward to in their futures.
Penny grinned at her boyfriend and her daughter.
‘I’d like that very much too,’ she said.
Acknowledgements
Ever since I read Elton John’s autobiography I’ve been dying to try out acknowledgements like he did. At the end of Me he has one line that says, ‘Thank you to everyone who jogged my memory and who contributed to my amazing life.’ That’s it. How baller is that! Not to mention funny. However, on reflection, I don’t think I can pull it off like he does – and besides, a shout-out here is the least I can do when I stand on the shoulders of giants.
There’s a lot of work that goes into a book. Aside from the hours that stretch into days, weeks, and months wherein I sit at home eating biscuits and imagine various witty exchanges between friends and lovers – as well as the odd afternoon crafting a titillating sex scene – there’s scores of people who contribute to what happens after that. I want to list them all here because it’s the right thing to do, but also it could be interesting for you, or your daughter, or your nephew, or your neighbour, maybe, to know how broad a range of jobs publishing offers. I teach writing, sometimes, and it always comes up: that there’s more than one way to contribute to a book. Loads of publishing houses are now opening up regional offices, so you don’t even need to be London-based to pursue a career working in publishing. It can get lonely for me, working solo, but remotely becoming part of Avon, the imprint of HarperCollins this book is made under, has been like becoming a member of the most positive, accomplished, ‘can do’ team possible. I am proud to bear witness to their #BDE. (That’s one of those annoying private jokes we have. I apologize.)
Anyway. To the credits.
When we published my previous book, Our Stop, it reached more readers than I could have ever imagined. Katie Loughnane is a commissioning editor who inherited me from her co-worker, and when that happens it can be a disaster for the author. Not with Katie. Right from the second we began working together she championed my work louder and harder than anyone ever has, and what Our Stop did is testament to the way she ran the gamut. Developing my first full novel with her, The Love Square, has been an honour, and I’m excited to work alongside her forever and ever. She writes notes that make me think harder, pushes me to be a better storyteller, and still, somehow, has the vim to get her colleagues excited about what we are making, too. She’s badass, and also very nice. I like that in a person: extreme competency and total thoughtfulness. Give the woman a raise!
Sabah Khan, head of publicity, is unrivalled in what she does. Thoughtful, committed and innovative, she magically sees opportunity everywhere. Every time her name appears in my emails I genuinely let out a little cheer, because I just love knowing her. Her author care is second to none – rare in the world of promotion! Combined with my straight-talking, deal-wielding, brass-balled agent, Ella Kahn, these three women make up the core of my publishing posse, making this wild a ride one in safe hands. Thank you, gang.
To everyone at Team Avon: do you mind if I swear? Because fuck me are you good at what you do.
Beth Wickington – Editorial Assistant
Caroline Bovey – Key Account Manager
Charlotte Cross – Key Account Manager, International Sales
Ellie Pilcher – Marketing Manager
Hannah O’Brien – Marketing Director
Hannah Todd – Digital Commissioning Editor
Helen Huthwaite – Publishing Director
Molly Walker-Sharp – Assistant Editor
Oli Malcolm – Executive Publisher
Phoebe Morgan – Editorial Director
Sanjana Cunniah – Marketing and Publicity Assistant
Tilda McDonald – Senior Commissioning Editor
Katie doesn’t so much speak highly of you as much as she does single out every single person’s contributions so that I know exactly the ways you’ve helped make my books what they are. The same goes for the folks working within the wider business:
Ammara Isa – Marketing Manager
Anna Derkacz – Group Sales Director
Ben Hurd – Trade Marketing Director
Catriona Beamish – Production Controller
Ellie Game – Senior Designer
Holly MacDonald – Deputy Design Director
Kelly Webster – Key Account Director, Digital Sales
Laura Daley – Digital Sales Manager
Melissa Okusanya – Publishing Operations Director
Mia Jupp – Film & TV Team
Rebecca Fortuin – Audio Editor
Robyn Watts – Production Assistant
Whether you’ve stayed late to work on proofs, been the one who came up with the ‘tagline’ (Holly, you understood the essence of Penny Bridge’s dilemma better than I did!), were in the room as titles were thrown around, bonus content ideas were floated, or cover designs fussed over … whether you were selecting actors for the audio, convincing bookshops to order more copies, leveraging brand partnerships or talking to journalists, know that I appreciate every single contribution and I wish there was a way to put all our names on the cover, because I meant what I said about standing on the shoulders of giants. I write the words but you get them read, and that’s what makes this worthwhile. Thank you.
To everyone in international sales and territories:
Ben Wright – International Sales Director
Emily Yolland – Rights Assistant
Iona Teixeira Stevens – Rights Manager
Zoe Shine – Head of UK Rights
… and the HCUK Rights Team
Brigitta Doyle – Publishing Director, HarperCollins Australia
… and the HarperCollins Australia Team
Peter Borcsok – Sales Manager, HarperCollins Canada
… and the HarperCollins Canada Team
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sp; Emily Gerbner – Digital Marketing Manager, Harper360
Jean Marie Kelly – Affiliate Publisher, Harper360
… and the Harper360 Team
If the name of my game is to find readers who care about the same stories that I do, you’re the ones helping that to happen beyond the UK. To think these books get to go global – that is staggering to me, and anytime you need me to take a business trip to, say, Toronto or Sydney or NYC, you just let me know. It’s the least I can do to say thank you for representing worldwide! (That’s partly a joke, and partly a plea to rack up some airmiles to places I’ve never been before … International book tour, anyone?)
When I was developing The Love Square my planning coincided with fundraising for my grandmother’s nursing home. I auctioned off the chance to have a character named after anyone who donated £1 or more, and the winner was Sharon Harris. Sharon, I hope Sharon in the book is the kind of woman who does you proud! Thank you everyone who contributed to that, too – I wanted to raise £500 and we ended up raising over four times that. What a feat!
Thank you to Jamie Varon, for being my beta-reader and fellow Gemini-psyche-exploring-other-women-aren’t-the-competition soul sister who knows just what to say to get me to push myself that last little bit. Lauren Mahon, thank you for sharing your stories as a breast cancer survivor with me. Google her brand GirlvsCancer! Lauren was served lemons but made lemonade after her own diagnosis, and she inspires me madly. Thomas Hardy – I loosely borrowed the plot of The Love Square from Far From the Madding Crowd, and Penny Bridge is absolutely modelled on Bathsheba Everdene, so a big shout-out for representing complex and three-dimensional female characters all the way back in 1874.
Finally, there are the true loves of my heart: the booksellers, and the book bloggers. I hope I’ve made a book you like here, because the way you had my back with Our Stop made me so grateful, and I want to please you forevermore. Writing reviews online or in stores, putting what I made in window displays, on tables in the middle of the stores, pressing it into people’s hands when they asked for advice on what to buy or sending them to a blogpost you did … You’re the most important piece of the publishing puzzle. Thank you for every kind word, social media tag, email. Thank you for making me feel like I’m okay at this gig.
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