Least Said (23 page)

Unfettered,
she
returned
the
hug
and
grinning
down
at
me,
she
teased,
‘You
don’t
get
any
taller,
do
you,
Auntie
Wendy.’

‘Just
as
well
that
William
gets
his
height
from
me,’
Jon
laughed
easily,
but
I
slid
an
uneasy
glance
in
Tina’s
direction
and,
to
her
credit,
her
own
smile
didn’t
even
slip.

‘I
get
everything
from
my
Dad,
too,’
Leanne
grinned
at
Calum.
He
smiled
back
so
proudly
that
I
felt
like
bursting
into
tears
and
couldn’t
stop
myself
from
wishing
futilely
that
William
could
have
Jon’s
blue
eyes,
fair
hair
and
medium
height
–
or
anything
really
that
could
convince
me,
once
and
for
all,
that
he
was
Jon’s
son.

Chapter 6

‘You
were
a
bit
quiet
over
dinner,’
Jon
remarked
as
we
got
ready
for
bed,
‘and
you
couldn’t
seem
to
take
your
eyes
off
Leanne.’

That
was
easily
explained
away,
and
I
said
simply
and
with
great
truth,
‘Well,
she’s
turned
into
quite
a
stunner,
hasn’t
she?’

He
nodded,
and
went
on,
‘Certainly
a
chip
of
the
old
block.
She’s
the
image
of
Calum
–
but
in
a
feminine
way
of
course.’

I
tensed
at
the
observation
I
thought
only
I
had
made,
and
it
was
all
I
could
do
not
to
ask
if
it
bothered
Jon
that
William
wasn’t
the
image
of
him.
Leave
it,
I
ordered
myself,
just
leave
it.

‘I
reckon
you
were
looking
at
her
and
thinking
that
having
a
daughter
of
our
own
would
be
nice,’
Jon
added
with
a
sly
look
in
my
direction.

‘I’m
perfectly
happy
with
William,
aren’t
you?’
my
tone
came
out
a
lot
sharper
than
I
had
intended
but,
luckily,
Jon
didn’t
appear
to
notice.

‘Oh,
so
am
I,’
he
nodded
hastily,
‘more
than
happy,
but
another
baby
in
the
family
would
be
great,
wouldn’t
it?
And
it
could
happen
yet.
It
took
us
a
while
to
conceive
Will,
but
we’re
still
young
enough
to
be
parents
again.’

I
forced
myself
to
stop
freaking
out
about
the
very
idea
of
us
even
considering
another
child
and
instead
looked
seriously
at
what
I
considered
even
a
remote
chance
of
that
happening.
Yes,
we
were
still
young
enough
to
be
parents
again.
Jon
was
right.
We
were
only
in
our
early
forties,
no
age
at
all
really.
Lots
of
people
were
having
children
later
in
life
on
purpose.
You
read
about
celebrities
doing
it
every
day
and
surely
not
all
of
their
husbands
had
a
high
sperm
count.

I
went
into
the
en-suite
and,
while
I
was
cleaning
my
teeth
I
became
more
and
more
convinced
that
Jon
was
right.
I
realised,
too,
that
if
it
happened
it
would
be
the
answer
to
everything
and
would
prove
that
all
of
my
worst
fears
were
unfounded.
If
I
did
become
pregnant
again
I
could
stop
fretting
over
Will’s
parentage
and
happily
assume
that
regular
sex
with
Jon
-
despite
the
low
sperm
count
-
was
far
more
likely
to
have
resulted
in
the
pregnancy
than
a
one-night
stand.
The
doctors
had
assured
us
it
was
completely
possible,
yet
I’d
been
so
busy
over
the
years
refusing
to
believe
that
might
be
true
that
I
hadn’t
been
focussing
on
the
alternative
of
proving
the
doctors
right.

Stripping
off
my
nightdress
I
dropped
the
garment
on
the
bathroom
floor
and
strolling
back
in
the
bedroom
naked,
I
invited,
‘Come
on
then,
big
boy,
there’s
no
time
like
the
present.
Let’s
see
if
you’re
all
talk
and
no
action.
Get
over
here
and
show
me
what
you’re
made
of.’

Jon
threw
me
a
startled
look
over
his
shoulder,
but
hardly
hesitated
before
stepping
out
of
his
boxer
shorts
and
pouncing
on
me
with a
triumphant
shout
and
a
lot
of
enthusiasm.

‘Shh,’
I
giggled,
opening
myself
to
him,
already
hot
and
eager
for
him
to
own
me.

We
weren’t
normally
like
this
in
the
bedroom.
Not
at
all
the
fast
and
furious
kind
-
tender
and
loving
being
our
usual
style
of
lovemaking,
but
this
was
urgent
and
exciting.
It
was
all
over
very
quickly,
but
totally
satisfying
for
all
of
that.

I
couldn’t
quite
believe
it
myself
when
I
woke
in
the
night,
so
eager
for
a
repeat
performance
that
I
woke
Jon
by
whispering
in
his
ear
all
the
things
I
would
like
to
do
to
him,
and
with
him.
I
think
I
shocked
him
with
some
of
my
suggestions,
but
there
was
no
doubt
that
he
found
the
new
lustful
me
a
huge
turn-on,
and
when
I
joined
him
in
the
shower
in
the
morning
he
soaped
my
body
all
over
before
making
love
to
me
slowly
and
sensuously
as
the
water
poured
over
us.
It
seemed
to
me
as
if
there
was
a
new
glow
about
me
as I
faced
myself
in
the
mirror
to
put
the
finishing
touches
to
my
hair
and
make-up.