Me and Mr Jones

Me and Mr Jones by Lucy Diamond Read Free Book Online

Book: Me and Mr Jones by Lucy Diamond Read Free Book Online
Authors: Lucy Diamond
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hon. I understand. I’d have been the same. Then they’d both look over at their brood with adoration (multiple babies and toddlers, Emma imagined, crossing her fingers), and back at each other with renewed affection, and it would be okay.
    It would all be okay.
    After a cup of tea in the living room, watching the sun rise above the city streets, Emma crept back into bed. Seven-thirty. Let the shagathon commence!
    She lay on her side, feeling jittery and excited as she looked at her husband sleeping soundly nearby. He was going to be such a great dad, she knew it already. He was an outdoorsy type, David, tall and strong, built for hunting and gathering. She could already imagine him carrying a tot – their tot! – on his broad shoulders, swinging round a giggling toddler, playing noisy games of football in the garden, helping to make paint-splattery Mother’s Day cards and breakfast in bed.
    She watched his eyelids flicker mid-dream and smiled. Look at him there, so golden and strong and handsome. It was unusual to see him at rest; he was the most energetic person she’d ever met, always wanting to be out and about doing something. She’d never let on as much, but secretly he reminded her of a bouncy, boisterous dog in the way that he needed to be out every day, if not being taken for walk on a lead, then exerting himself physically: pounding around Victoria Park, playing five-a-side football with his mates every Thursday evening, swimming a ferocious, splashy butterfly in the pool on Dean Lane . . .
    Lately, though, he’d even seemed disinterested in exercise. A torpor had settled upon him since he had lost his job; an inertia that leached him of energy and enthusiasm and kept him in the flat, watching daytime television. This was not a good thing. She was worried he was becoming depressed.
    Feeling a pang of sympathy, she rolled closer and put an arm around his warm, sleeping form. He’d had a tough few months in all. Being made redundant had dented his pride, sending him into a downward spiral. It was hardly surprising he was self-absorbed, withdrawn into his shell. She had to keep making the effort to lift his spirits, to remind him that she still loved and wanted him, even if the architecture world didn’t right now.
    She ran a hand lightly down his chest, gently caressed his nipples, snuggled closer into his body. Brace yourself, little egg. Prepare to be invaded.
    He stirred and muttered something. Encouraged, she slipped her hand along his side and down to his hip. Then he jerked irritably and his eyes snapped open. ‘F’fuck’s sake, Emma, I’m asleep,’ he grunted, pushing her hand away and rolling over.
    The breath seemed to catch in her throat; her eyes suddenly filled with tears. She retreated to her own side of the bed and listened to the tick of the clock, the traffic grumbling outside, her own heartbeat slowing with disappointment.
    He didn’t even want her any more. How could she draw him back in from the cold?
    She gazed helplessly at his dozing body. This was peak ovulation time. This was their chance. She couldn’t let another month slip by with an empty womb, and her soul silting over with numbness. I’m not beaten yet , she told herself fiercely. Not by a long chalk.
    ‘Sorry about earlier,’ he said an hour later when he finally emerged from the duvet. His skin was etched with pillow-creases, his hair stood on end and there was something adorably vulnerable about him. Then he scratched his balls, which rather killed the moment. ‘I didn’t sleep very well.’
    ‘No worries,’ she said lightly. Mustn’t turn it into An Issue. According to the Oh Baby! forum, bleating incessantly about conception often turned husbands right off sex. ‘Want some coffee?’
    ‘Ta.’ There was a pause while she poured and stirred, and he leaned against the doorjamb. ‘I’m a bit worried about what Dad’s going to say tomorrow, you know.’
    ‘What do you mean?’ She passed him the steaming

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