We were cocooned in a world where nothing could touch us, enjoying an affection we had never allowed ourselves to express before. Like all bubbles though, ours finally burst in the form of a phone call from Annabelle. She had scheduled a prenatal scan and wanted to let Cain know so he could book a flight home. Just the thought made me feel ill, and I had no intention of accompanying Cain on this one. Cain, however, had other ideas, and his Neanderthal side came out to play when he went ahead and booked a flight for me too, without asking! I refused to be a third wheel on an event as special as seeing your child in the womb for the first time. Awkward much? So Cain arranged for me to spend my first night with my father. He would spend it with his own family and accompany Annabelle to the appointment the following day, then spend that night with me and Dad. Now, I once again stood outside my father’s door, the third time in a year. I hadn’t been home this much since I had left.
