His Competent Woman by Ellen Whyte

Author:Ellen Whyte
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, british, sweet, hea, bbw, billionaire, widow, curves, curves romance, curves heroine
Publisher: Ellen Whyte

Chapter Five: Emma

Ten minutes later I was in Sam’s office, having a lovely melt-down. “I must have been mad,” I said to him. “I'm totally unqualified!”

He was digging out a file listing PA duties. “You have common sense, and you learn fast. You'll be fine.”

“I have a son at home! Ben’s only seven.”

“Curtis works regular hours. This doesn't change a thing.”

“But Sam, I’m not at all what he thinks!”

“He's happy with your work, and that's all that matters.”

“But—!”

“Look, Emma,” Sam’s voice was gentle. “I think you need the money?”

“Ben’s dyslexic,” I whispered. “He’s just been diagnosed.”

“Then this is a gift from heaven,” Sam said firmly.

He refused to listen to any more protests, and when I saw the salary bump, I shut up. It would net me a laptop, and the tutorial sessions were within reach.

So I floated home and prepared myself for a heart-to-heart with Ben. Ups and downs, right? The promotion was giving me a lovely kick, but I had to break the news to Ben that he’d been diagnosed dyslexic.

I’d been worried ever since the conference with Miss Maddy, so I’d been trying to figure out what to say to him should the worst happen. Now it had come, and I was word perfect.

To make it as easy as possible, I presented Ben with my beautifully prepared and sensitive explanation over a supper of bangers, mash, and mushy peas, one of his favourite meals.

We can do this. We’re going to be fine.

I was pep-talking at pro level

“I’m so proud of you, darling.” My voice was shaky from pure nerves. “You work so hard, but I know you really struggle with reading sometimes.”

“So I’m dyslexic?” Ben was completely calm.

“Erm, right.” I just stared at him, totally taken aback. “How did you know about that?”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Mu-um!”

“So my telling you that it was just a special quiz didn’t fool you?”

“Pffft!” Ben laughed.

Kids, right? They’re so much smarter than we give them credit for. I found myself actually shaking with relief. “Do you know what dyslexia is, love?”

“It means your brain’s wired differently,” Ben responded instantly. “Siti’s dyslexic, and so’s Rupert. Marion isn’t, but her mum says she is because it means you get extra time in exams. She’s pushy, Marion’s mum.”

Okay, so my seven-year-old son was more aware of parenting politics than me. “I had no idea you got extra time,” I told him.

“They forgive you bad handwriting and spelling, too,” Ben grinned. “Marion is super lazy, so she’ll need all the help she can get.”

“Good lord. Really?”

“Yes, but it means I get special homework,” Ben said. “Extra,” he explained.

“I’m afraid that’s true. But I’ll help.”

And then, very cunningly, he grinned at me. “Do I get extra ice cream, too?”

I had to laugh. “Definitely, and on the days we go to tutoring, you get to pick a takeaway supper.”

Ben speared a sausage with his fork, saying casually, “You’re the best mummy, you know that, right?”

Kids are amazing, they really are. I had to blink rapidly, because I was watering again.

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