Part 18 (2/2)

'It's needed to preserve the delicate flower essences.'

'We're not supposed to drink, with the babies and all.'

'This is medicinal. How are you feeling?'

'A bit better. How do I look?'

Greer gave Loveday an inspection from head to toe and back again. The charity shop wedding dress was in good condition, but clearly bought at the height of the mania to imitate Princess Diana. Oddly enough it suited Loveday, who had the bust to fill it.

'Have you lost weight?' asked Greer who, in spite of being careful with what she was eating, had put on four pounds.

'I have. I think it's all that sickness.'

'How much have you lost?'

'About ten pounds.'

'Well,' Greer smiled thinly, 'it suits you.' Then, knowing that had sounded mean she added, 'You look very nice. Very nice indeed.'

Loveday beamed. 'Thank you. You look amazing in that dress too.'

'Thank you. Can you see my b.u.mp? I feel huge.' Greer stood sideways to let Loveday get a proper view.

'No. But your bosoms are blossoming!' Loveday gave an earthy laugh.

Greer pulled at the top of her stylish s.h.i.+ft dress. 'Oh G.o.d. I'm hoping they don't droop.'

Loveday hoiked up her own b.r.e.a.s.t.s with gusto. 'Mine were drooping when I was born.'

There was a knock at the door. The a.s.sistant registrar, a middle-aged man wearing gla.s.ses, popped his head round the door. 'We are ready for the bride.'

Greer collected up her tiny clutch bag and a box of confetti and held out her hand to Loveday.

'Are you ready to become Mrs Chandler, Miss Carter?' she said before adding, 'It's not too late to say no, you know. In my capacity as best woman, it's my duty to ask you.'

Loveday looked at her closest friend. So many people found Greer to be a bit cold, rather too pleased with herself and to be frank a sn.o.b, but Loveday knew Greer had a good heart and she felt such guilt that she could have betrayed her as she had. She had chosen Greer to give her away as a way of exorcising that night with Jesse and of consolidating their friends.h.i.+p again. She reached for Greer's hand. 'Bless you for taking my dad's place and giving me away. Mum's really chuffed too.' This wasn't true. Loveday's mother had wanted to give her daughter away herself, but had deferred to Loveday's wishes.

'My pleasure,' smiled Greer, swelling with importance. 'Now pick up that bouquet and go get your man.'

The two women walked hand in hand down the short aisle. There were oohs and aahs from the small congregation as they pulled unruly toddlers onto laps and fished for tissues in their pockets. Loveday was well loved in Trevay and they were thrilled that she was marrying the man who adored her. This was true romance. A budget shotgun wedding with heart and a guaranteed happy ending.

Mickey gulped with emotion as he saw his bride in all her lacy finery. Loveday's mother leant out into the aisle with a disposable camera and took two shots, winding each one on carefully, before starting to sniffle. Jesse stared straight ahead until Greer, who had delivered Loveday to Mickey's side, slipped in next to him. She reached for his hand. He took hers as a drowning man would grasp at a life raft.

The registrar started. 'Welcome, everybody, to the marriage of Michael and Loveday.'

Loveday took her vows and meant them. She was determined to do her best by Mickey and be the best wife to him that she could, no matter what had gone before.

The reception was a boozy, smoke-filled affair at the Golden Hind. As best man, Jesse had put plenty of money behind the bar as his wedding present to the couple. The buffet table was groaning under pasties and sausage rolls, and a good time was had by all.

Jesse's speech was well judged, if short, and everyone agreed the day couldn't have gone more smoothly. At least that was until the time for the reading of the telegrams.

Jesse had had a couple of pints and was relaxing. His best friend was married. Loveday was expecting her husband's baby, and Greer was expecting his. The sky was not going to fall in, after all.

There were four telegrams. One from Mickey's G.o.dmother, who now lived in New Zealand, and two from old friends of Loveday's mother. It was the final one that struck like a sniper's bullet. He started reading it before he'd checked who it was from. It was from his brother, Grant. 42 Commando had been deployed to Northern Iraq to ensure the security of Kurdish refugees. Somehow, Grant had managed to get a telegram out. It said: CONGRATULATIONS STOP HOPE THE BABY DOESN'T LOOK LIKE HIS DADDY STOP DRINKS WHEN I GET HOME STOP REGARDS BIG G STOP Jesse couldn't help flicking his eyes towards Loveday, who looked as if she might faint. Did Grant know what they had done? Why had he put that?

Mickey was on his unsteady feet now and was clapping Jesse on the back. 'Typical of your f.u.c.king brother. What a wind-up merchant.' Mickey was laughing and so was the rest of the pub. Jesse laughed nervously and again looked over at Loveday, who had been collared by a tipsy auntie. Jesse did the only thing he could think of and hauled Mickey to the bar to get smashed.

18.

The following months were kind to Mickey and Loveday. Her mum welcomed the newlyweds into her tiny cottage and Mickey got a pay rise on the boat. He'd also started an apprentices.h.i.+p to be the s.h.i.+p's mechanic and was away at sea a lot, but the fis.h.i.+ng was good and now that the Behenna and Clovelly Fish Company was established, the prices at market were steady.

Loveday worked s.h.i.+fts at the bakery where she'd been a Sat.u.r.day girl since she was at school. She liked the work and the banter between her colleagues and customers. She also liked the fact that her pregnancy had driven her hunger for pasties and sausage rolls right out of the door. Her weight was dropping and her midwife was pleased.

'Good girl. That's another two pounds off.' Loveday was worried.

'Will the baby be OK?'

'Baby is fine. Growing well. Don't worry, just keep listening to your body and eating healthily.'

Loveday stepped back into her shoes. 'It's funny 'cos before I was pregnant I craved chips and chocolate; now I crave salad and fish.'

The midwife was writing in her records book and laughed. 'You'll make my other ladies jealous. Just promise me you're not going on any fad diets.'

'Oh, I promise. My mum and Mickey would never let me. Mickey worries more than I do.'

The midwife handed Loveday her records card and said, 'I wish all dads were the same. See you in four weeks.'

If everything was going well for Loveday, things were not as easy for Greer. Her first three months were marred by extreme exhaustion and a chest infection. The second three months by heartburn and headaches. Also, she was putting weight on; she'd noticed her wedding ring feeling tighter on her finger.

During a routine visit to the antenatal clinic, in her twenty-seventh week, the midwife looked concerned. 'Greer, your blood pressure is a bit too high for my liking. You need to rest more. In fact, I am telling you to get as much rest as you can.'

Greer s.h.i.+fted her bulk on the uncomfortable plastic chair and felt tears burning her eyes. 'I'm so huge. I need to take exercise, don't I?'

'It depends what sort of exercise.'

'A little walk.'

'How little is little?'

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