Trio - [19]

When he arrived home she met him in the hall. She was covered in a layer of grime and wearing an old shirt of his over her messy slacks.

‘What’s going on?’

‘They’ve approved us!’ she yelled. ‘For the adoption!’ A sudden rush of tears disconcerted her but she laughed through them. ‘Mrs Jenkins called this morning.’

‘Good.’ He nodded his head. ‘Good.’ And he smiled and drew her to him. ‘Calls for a drink, I think. Martini?’

‘Yes. And she said we may be contacted quite soon.’

They went through to the dining room and Peter made drinks. She chattered on, wanting to share every word of the phone call with Mrs Jenkins. She followed him through to get ice and back again still talking. She took a swig from her glass. ‘And we’ll need a washing machine.’

He raised his eyebrows.

‘All the nappies. There won’t be much else to buy. Our families will chip in – they’ll spoil it rotten.’

He looked uncomfortable, glanced away. ‘Yours might.’

She took another drink. She didn’t want this to mar their happiness. ‘Once we’ve a baby, Peter, they’ll come round surely. They’re just disappointed for us. I suppose they think if you’d married someone else…’ She faltered. ‘They blame me, I know that. Because I can’t carry them.’

‘Lilian, don’t.’ He moved closer.

‘Yes, we’ll celebrate. It’s good news, the best. And those that don’t like it can lump it. A toast.’ She held out her glass. He raised his. ‘Our baby.’

‘Our baby.’

They drank. ‘Let’s get fish and chips,’ Lilian said.

‘And drink Martinis.’

‘And get sozzled. And clear the spare-room stuff away.’

He looked at her. ‘I’ve a better idea.’

‘I love you.’ She looked at his dark, wavy hair and the eyes that were almost black. He needed to shave, five o’clock shadows ringed his mouth and chin. He shaved twice a day.

He kissed her.

‘Ow. Like sandpaper.’

‘Refresh your glass, Madam?’

She winked at him and held it out. A moment’s doubt swirled within her. What if she didn’t love the child? What if the baby got sick and died? What if Peter found himself agreeing with his family? She lit a cigarette. Mother of God, give me strength, she prayed. It’s going to be wonderful. We’re going to have a baby.

A month later, Peter was arriving home late. He’d been delayed because Mr Ince had wanted to see him. He had felt a rush of hope at the summons and he’d been right. He was to be promoted to develop new production methods throughout the region. It would mean travelling, to visit their factories in Wakefield, Sheffield, Leeds and Hull. An extra five hundred a year and a company car. He was proud. He’d worked his guts out for this. He’d just stepped in the door when the telephone began to ring. He picked it up.

‘Mr Gough? Sister Monica at St Ann’s here. I have some good news.’

He was flustered. ‘Oh, yes, Sister – right-o, erm… you better speak to Lilian.’ Lilian was coming through from the kitchen having heard the phone. ‘Sister Monica,’ he said, holding out the receiver.

Her face blanched and she swallowed quickly. She blinked several times and took the phone from him.

‘Hello, Sister.’

‘Mrs Gough, I have some lovely news. We have a little girl here and I wondered if you and your husband would like to come and see her.’

‘Oh!’ a swirl of disappointment edged her excitement. ‘We’d hoped for a boy first, Sister.’ She glanced at Peter, who shrugged his shoulders.

‘Would you like to have a think about it and call me back?’

‘Yes.’

‘And don’t be worrying now. There’s no hurry and I’m sure it won’t be long until there’s a boy for you, if that’s what you’ve set your hearts on.’

‘Thank you.’

She put the phone down, her forehead creased and her hand shaking. ‘Now what do we do? It’s a girl.’

‘What did she say?’ Peter hung up his sports coat.

Lilian told him.

‘So it’s up to us.’

‘I know you’d like a boy,’ she said, ‘but…’

‘Let’s sit down.’

Once they were seated on the sofa in the lounge he said. ‘I thought you did too?’

‘I did. But now… I don’t know how to explain,’ she took off her glasses and rubbed the lenses on the corner of her blouse.

‘You don’t want to wait?’

‘It’s not that. She said it wouldn’t be long before there’d be a boy available. It’s more, well… this is random, isn’t it, the luck of the draw. Like it would be if… if we were having one ourselves. We wouldn’t get to choose. Do you see?’

‘Fate? Down to chance?’

‘I mean, we might not like her anyway. If I saw her and felt, I don’t know… nothing, then I’d… well, I’d think about it very hard. Have you got a cigarette?’

Peter lit two cigarettes and handed one to her.

‘Do you feel very strongly about a boy?’ she asked him.

He thought for a moment. ‘I would like a son, someone to carry on the name. But it doesn’t have to be the first.’

She widened her eyes, the green glinting at him.

‘Well, we may want to do it again,’ he said. ‘People do. Look at the Carters, they’ve got five.’

‘I don’t want five. Two would be nice. One of each. Oh -’ she flung back her head – ‘I just want a baby, Peter. I want to see her. I don’t want to say no.’

‘OK,’ he said. ‘We’ll see her, see what she’s like.’

She exhaled loudly. ‘Oh, thank you!’ She hugged him.