Baby Blues and Wedding Shoes

Author:Amanda Martin [Martin, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯), photography, barcelona, london, hea, babies, pregnancy
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

When a week had gone by and she still hadn’t heard from Marcio, Helen found her conversation with Sharni reverberating round her mind like an irritating song that wouldn’t shift. Did she have her answer?

Chapter Thirteen

“You’ve got mail.”

The sultry American voice echoed around the studio flat, causing Helen’s heart to jump to the back of her throat. Despite her pulse racing like an intercity train, Helen forced herself to complete the editing layer she was working on, removing some litter from one of her Barcelona pictures.

Clicking Save, Helen took a couple of deep breaths before clicking over to her inbox. Few people emailed her, as her friends tended to text and her mother always phoned if she needed to talk.

“Marcio, you are so going to be in trouble for leaving it ten days before emailing me!” Helen strove for a light-hearted tone, despite being alone in her flat. Her voice was husky from lack of use; it sounded alien to her.

Lunch with Sharni had been her only contact with the outside world since returning from Barcelona ten days before, as she worked hard on preparing some of her photographs for wider release. She hoped one or two might be suitable for travel magazines or holiday companies, giving her a chance at a new source of income.

Trying not to yell at her laptop to hurry up, Helen stared out the window at the rain. It had been pouring for days now; grey relentless rain that brought the sky to within inches of the rooftops. The claustrophobic atmosphere matched Helen’s frame of mind. Everything felt heavy. She had spent half a day filling out forms to claim maternity allowance, aware that it wasn’t going to make a dent in her mortgage payments, never mind enabling her to purchase nappies, baby-grows, food. If she didn’t manage to make some significant money in the next couple of months she would have no choice but to move back to Devon.

At least I had the sense to register as self-employed when I worked for Daniel. She laughed a mirthless laugh: there were so few positives left in her mind from her time with Daniel it seemed fitting that qualifying for full statutory pay counted as one of them.

Please let Marcio be coming home soon. Helen raised her prayer to the grey skies, as her email account finally appeared on screen.

Nascent hope died stillborn when she saw who the email was from. She knew that address, it wasn’t Marcio’s; it was from Dawn.

Green eyes filled with tears, as Helen stared blankly at the brightly lit screen.

I’m such an idiot. Whatever magic we had wasn’t enough. And who can blame him? What man wants to take on three people in a relationship, particularly when two of them are going to be needy, noisy and not theirs? I should have known that life doesn’t play out like a Freya North novel.

For one precious weekend it had seemed that it might. Now she wished the weekend had never happened. Before she had met Marcio she had been resigned to her role as single parent.

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