An Almost Perfect Moon. Jamie Holland

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СКАЧАТЬ Well, later. I feel I need to see someone normal and I want to show off our creation.’

      Ben put the phone back to his head. ‘Why don’t you come over after work. Bring Julia if you like.’

      ‘I’d love to, mate, but I don’t want to get in your way. I mean, don’t you want to be on your own?’

      ‘Not at all – we need to show off Thomas. As long as you’re not expecting supper.’

      ‘Tell you what, I’ll bring it. Some Chinese or something.’

      ‘Harry, you just don’t know how good that sounds. Thank you.’

      ‘And Ben? I can’t wait to see Thomas. You must feel fantastic’.

      ‘Yeah, it’s brilliant – but very strange. Amazing though, really, really amazing. More than amazing. And it makes you unable to talk properly.’

      Harry laughed. ‘I’ll see you later,’ He rang off.

      

      The house soon looked even more like a hothouse. But despite the arrival of yet more flowers and their deep happiness, Ben and Lucie felt strangely alone and vulnerable that afternoon. They simply didn’t know what to do. Lucie had tried to change a nappy, with Ben watching.

      ‘Bloody hell,’ he said, ‘how could so much poo come out of such a small bottom?’

      ‘God knows,’ replied Lucie, trying to keep her face well away, ‘but the pong and mess of it is revolting. Makes me feel quite nauseated. I also feel really uncomfortable. I think I’d like my old body back now.’

      ‘I’m sure it won’t take long,’ said Ben.

      ‘It better not. I can hardly walk and I’ve got a flabby, over-stretched stomach. You don’t know how lucky you are,’ she told him.

      ‘You’ll feel better once you’ve slept properly,’ suggested Ben. Thomas chose that moment to start crying again, prompting Lucie to pick him up hurriedly and try and calm him down.

      ‘Well, you’re very beautiful even if your mummy’s gross and unattractive, aren’t you, darling?’ she said, gently kissing her son’s puce little head.

      ‘I think you’re both beautiful,’ said Ben.

      ‘Creep. Isn’t Daddy a great fat liar? Here,’ she said, lifting Thomas, ‘you take him.’

      Carefully, Ben cradled his son in his arms. So tiny. Tiny but perfect.

      ‘He looks even smaller in your great big arms,’ said Lucie.

      ‘He does, doesn’t he? But I meant what I said, darling. I don’t think you look gross at all.’

      Having settled back down in her bed, Lucie reached out for Thomas once more. Rocking him gently, she stared pensively ahead, while Ben wondered whether he should say something sympathetic or begin phoning again. He was just reaching for the phone when Lucie said, ‘Do you think I’m going to be a natural mother?’

      ‘Course you will. What a stupid thing to say,’ said Ben immediately.

      She paused again, then added, ‘I hope so. I just feel so …’

      ‘What?’

      ‘I don’t know.’

      ‘Try.’

      ‘No, honestly. I’m being silly. I suppose I just don’t feel ready for this. I wasn’t prepared for the birth, really. It was horrible. You know, I couldn’t get out of that place soon enough.’

      ‘Well, you’re safe now. You did it, you know. You should feel bloody proud. I do.’

      ‘Hm,’ said Lucie, and closed her eyes.

      Thomas had calmed down and, like his mother, seemed to be sleeping. Ben had to admit he did look rather tiny and fragile. And it did feel odd and slightly unnatural when he held him and tried to soothe him. His head seemed so floppy, his body so weak: Ben wasn’t sure if he was hurting the little fellow by clasping too tight. But they’d be all right, he was sure. It was only natural that parenthood should seem a bit strange to begin with, just like anything new. Lucie was going to be a perfect mother. How could she not be? Leaving his wife and son asleep, he quietly opened his lap-top and began poring over the first draft of the press release.

      

      It was blatantly obvious Julia had a natural affinity with babies. While Harry kept hugging both Lucie and Ben and telling them he felt emotional, Julia immediately dropped into baby-talk and Thomas stopped crying instantly. Then from her bag she produced a present, a gift-wrapped Tiffany’s silver rattle.

      ‘Oh Julia, how brilliant of you!’ exclaimed Lucie, ‘Tiffany & Co – my favourite!’

      ‘However did you find the time to get there?’ asked Ben incredulously.

      ‘Ah ha!’ Julia winked, then confessed, ‘I bought it last weekend actually.’

      Ben kissed her again on the cheek. ‘That’s very thoughtful of you – and really appreciated.’

      ‘Mine’s coming,’ Harry told them, his flowers already swamped by the florist shop emerging from the living room.

      There was a slightly nervous pause as they all regarded Thomas, who, miraculously, was still not crying.

      ‘He’s gorgeous,’ Julia told them.

      ‘Perfect,’ agreed Ben.

      Lucie looked proudly down at him. ‘Yes he is, and all curled up, bless him, wishing he was still inside. It must be such a shock arriving in the outside world. Would you like to hold him?’

      ‘I’d love to – if you’re sure you don’t mind?’ Julia replied, leaning over carefully and unleashing a waft of scent despite the abundance of flowers.

      ‘You’re a natural,’ said Ben, full of admiration as Julia, elegant as ever, bobbed Thomas up and down to an accompaniment of soothing superlatives.

      Lucie turned to Harry. ‘Would you like to hold him too?’

      ‘Me? Oh no, it’s fine – I’d probably only go and make him blub.’

      As Julia handed Thomas back, he screwed up his tiny face before slowly turning red, and beginning to cry once more.

      ‘He wants some dinner, don’t you, darling?’ cooed Julia.

      ‘I think you might be right,’ said Lucie, looking about uncertainly.

      ‘Are you OK, darling?’ asked Ben.

      ‘I’m embarrassed – I think I should go into another room.’ Lucie made to lift herself up from the sofa.

      ‘Don’t be ridiculous, it’s only us. Anyway, you’ve got to get used to it,’ Ben told her.

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