Chapter 5 Ooh Baby, Baby


While John Dennison spent the first part of his Saturday morning in front of the bathroom mirror feeling like death warmed up, further down Remarkables Lane, Karen Miller was doing and feeling much the same but for entirely different reasons.

Her knuckles showed white as she gripped the sides of the bathroom sink and the wave of nausea slowly subsided.

There was a knock on the door.

“Are you all right, love?” asked her husband Grant, sounding a little concerned.

“Yeah, great,” she said loudly, “Think I must have eaten something a bit dodgy last night.”

“Can I get you something?” he asked. “A cup of tea or…” She heard his voice fade away as he ran out of options. Administering to the sick wasn’t really Grant’s area of expertise.

“No, I’ll be right. Thanks, though,” she managed to grunt out. She wasn’t going to get away with this for much longer. Sooner or later she’d have to tell him.

She’d only managed to keep it quiet for so long because Grant had been leaving the house so early to go to work. He’d believe food poisoning today and maybe tomorrow but it sure as heck wasn’t going to work as an excuse every day for a couple of weeks. That’s what the morning sickness had been like with Grace. Every damned day for what seemed like months.

She silently cursed her luck. Who the hell accidentally gets pregnant at the age of 39? Didn’t your eggs start crumbling after the age of about 30? She and Grant had tried so hard to have another one after Grace was born but it didn’t work out so why did this happen now? When they were used to being two parents and one kid. When they were looking forward to having no kids at all when Grace went to university in a couple of years’ time. They’d planned to do all the things they didn’t do when they were younger because they were raising a family. Renting everything out and going overseas … well that would have to change.

How on earth was she going to cope? She hadn’t worked when Grace had been a baby but they didn’t have a mortgage to worry about 15 years ago and of course she hadn’t owned the cafe then. How was she going to juggle a baby and running Tea and Symphony?

One thing was for certain. She wasn’t going to be able to go in this morning. Adele and the team would be able to cope without her until lunchtime. Actually, it would be good practice for them given that in a few months’ time she was going to have to trust them to keep the place ticking over while she did the Madonna and child act.

She groaned when she contemplated the prospects of sleepless nights, although she’d been having plenty of those lately with Grace’s antics. Sleepless nights, cracked nipples, dirty nappies.

“Oh hell,” she thought and promptly threw up again.

All characters in Remarkables Lane are fictitious and any resemblance to any person alive or dead is purely coincidental…. No seriously, you’re really not that interesting