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ANNA
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SATURDAY, JULY 20, 2013
MORNING
Evie wakes just before six. I get out of bed, slip into the nursery and pick
her up. I feed her and take her back to bed with me.
When I wake again, Tom’s not at my side, but I can hear his footfalls
on the stairs. He’s singing, low and tuneless, “Happy birthday to you,
happy birthday to you . . .” I hadn’t even thought about it earlier, I’d
completely forgotten; I didn’t think of anything but fetching my little girl
and getting back to bed. Now I’m giggling before I’m even properly
awake. I open my eyes and Evie’s smiling, too, and when I look up,
Tom’s standing at the foot of the bed, holding a tray. He’s wearing my
Orla Kiely apron and nothing else.
“Breakfast in bed, birthday girl,” he says. He places the tray at the end
of the bed and scoots round to kiss me.
I open my presents. I have a pretty silver bracelet with onyx inlay
from Evie, and a black silk teddy and matching knickers from Tom, and I
can’t stop smiling. He climbs back into bed and we lie with Evie
between us. She has her fingers curled tightly around his forefinger and I
have hold of her perfect pink foot, and I feel as though fireworks are
going off in my chest. It’s impossible, this much love.
A while later, when Evie gets bored of lying there, I get her up and we
go downstairs and leave Tom to snooze. He deserves it. I potter round,
tidying up a bit. I drink my coffee outside on the patio, watching the
half-empty trains rattle past, and think about lunch. It’s hot—too hot for
a roast, but I’ll do one anyway, because Tom loves roast beef, and we can
have ice cream afterwards to cool us down. I just need to pop out to get
that Merlot he likes, so I get Evie ready, strap her in the buggy and we
stroll down to the shops.