He often spent days away on business and she was getting used to that, spending the time when he was away at her mother’s, feeling increasingly guilty that she was just using her mother’s hospitality. He was due back this evening, business concluded successfully according to his phone call, so, having decided that she could not put it off any longer, she had gone over to his house, let herself in with her key and prepared a celebratory meal. Her mother’s words kept coming back to her. It was all very well for Emma to tell her to just go ahead with it, marry Rory and keep quiet about how she felt about the baby thing but it was too important to let it lie. She had to find out how he felt about it. And, if he wanted a baby, boy or not, then she would have to have a drastic rethink at that point. She did not want to lose him. She did not want him to walk away from her. Rory liked to lift her hair at the back and plant a kiss there, such a gentle feather of a kiss but when he removed his lips it was as if a little burn remained there.
