Название: A Last Kiss for Mummy: A teenage mum, a tiny infant, a desperate decision
Автор: Casey Watson
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Биографии и Мемуары
isbn: 9780007518142
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‘Mike,’ I chided, ‘that’s so unfair. It was my “wondering” and all my digging that reunited their flipping family!’
Which was true. And I’d been exonerated, and Abby’s mum had apologised to me, profusely. But it might have worked out differently, as we both knew.
‘Yes, but it also might have reunited you with your last P45 too, love,’ Mike reminded me. ‘And, don’t forget, this ex-boyfriend sounds like he’s a wrong ’un. Perhaps that little man there is better off without him in his life. Anyway, I’m off to put the kettle on. Coffee?’
I nodded, and turned my attention back to the baby. I had just been wondering. I wasn’t about to go sleuthing. I had no intention of lifting the lid on that potential can of worms. Emma was right to be reluctant to name the baby’s father; after all, technically, he’d committed an offence just by being the baby’s father, given Emma’s age. Mike was right. Best not to even go there.
‘So we won’t,’ I whispered to Roman who was now properly stirring, stretching his little limbs and blinking, fixing his gaze once again on me. I smiled at him – how could anyone not automatically smile at a baby? – and reached into the pram to pick him up. He gurgled as I nestled him gently against my shoulder and breathed in his distinctive baby scent. I loved sniffing babies; they always smelt so good, even if this one, at this particular time, had another smell going on – one that wasn’t quite so attractive as baby talc.
I wrinkled my nose as I carried him to the foot of the stairs, thinking I’d call Emma downstairs to change him. But as soon as I got there I could hear the thump of the music overhead and realised there was little chance she’d hear me.
‘No worries, little man,’ I whispered into the baby’s ear. ‘Auntie Casey will change your bottom for you, eh?’
I took Roman back into the living room and grabbed a blanket from the pram to lie him down on. So much for Riley’s dismissive ‘you won’t need to buy baby stuff’ – there’d been no sign of a changing mat amongst Emma’s things that I’d seen. Still, I thought, as I lay him down, we could soon see to that. The thought made me smile. I was quite looking forward to going baby shopping again.
I was just reaching for the bag that was hanging on the pram handle when Mike returned, brandishing two coffees.
‘Casey,’ he asked pointedly, ‘should it be you who’s doing that?’
I waved a dismissive hand. ‘Oh, it’s fine, love. Just for today, at any rate. Emma’s still busy putting her thousand and one possessions away upstairs, and she’s got to get the bedding on the cot too, don’t forget. Better I do it this once than have her break off when she’s busy moving in properly. Don’t worry – I won’t be making a habit of butting in. I’ll make sure she does it from tomorrow on.’
Mike put my coffee down on the table behind me. ‘I wasn’t just thinking of that, love. I was thinking of Emma. Don’t you think she might have issues with someone else doing these things for her? You know what my sister was like – wouldn’t so much as let anyone breathe near little Natalie. How d’you know Emma won’t feel the –’
He stopped then, and I turned to see why. Emma’s ears must have been burning, because she was now standing in the living-room doorway.
‘Hello, love,’ Mike began. ‘Did you find everything you needed upstairs okay?’
‘I hope you don’t mind, sweetheart,’ I added, as I quickly finished changing and re-dressing Roman. ‘Only he needed changing and I thought it best to let you get on.’
I made to hold him out to her, but she glanced at Mike and then back at me, making no move to take him. Instead she nodded. ‘It’s fine,’ she said. ‘I only came down to get a glass of water. If you want to play with him for a bit more, I don’t mind. I can finish our room off then, can’t I? You know, if you like.’
‘Oh, of course,’ I said, snuggling the baby back against my shoulder automatically. ‘He’s such a good little boy; no trouble at all. You get yourself a drink and get finished. Mike and I will mind him.’
‘Thanks,’ Emma said, disappearing into the kitchen to get her water. ‘Oh, and by the way,’ she called back through, ‘have you got one of those adaptor thingies?’
‘Adaptors?’ Mike asked. ‘What kind of adaptor?’
Emma came back in, holding a glass of water. ‘You know,’ she said. ‘So you can plug a few things in one socket at the same time. Only I need to charge my phone because I’m, um, expecting a call later, and there’s already the bedside lamp plugged in there. Well, the CD player right now, obviously, but I just wondered for, like, later. Unless there’s another plug somewhere? I didn’t see one.’
‘There’s another socket behind the bed,’ I said. ‘You can plug the bedside lamp in there if you like. I’m sure it’ll reach.’
‘Sweet,’ she said. ‘Great. Okay.’ She glanced at Roman. ‘Okay, I’ll be down in a bit then.’
I knew what was coming as soon as Emma had gone back upstairs. I’d answered automatically, but not without it flipping a mental switch with me. There were protocols for dealing with such things. As Mike well knew too.
‘A phone?’ he said, frowning. ‘In her bedroom and unsupervised? And a call from who exactly? She seemed cagey about that, didn’t you think?’ He sighed. ‘I can see this becoming complicated, can’t you?’
I knew what he meant, but didn’t share his anxiety. She hadn’t seemed cagey to me. If she’d wanted to be cagey she would have just plugged her phone in anyway, and made do with not having a bedside light, surely? Teenagers were notoriously obsessive about their privacy, but there was nothing in Emma’s tone that made me anxious about letting her have her phone, even if we did need to be clear on what the protocol was.
And there was always a protocol. There were protocols for everything in our line of work. Mike was right – with a young teenager like this we’d normally prohibit the use of a mobile up in their bedroom – and for obvious reasons. The children we looked after weren’t in any way the average; they often had dark and difficult pasts, and all the dark and difficult associations that kind of background tended to throw up. In some cases there might be family members wanting to snatch them back, even, which was why communication with families had to be supervised and managed, and our home address guarded as if it were a state secret. The risk to us, from some of the families whose children we took in, was very real and could not be underestimated. Though this was different. Well, as far as we knew, anyway. Emma’s mum had always put her in care voluntarily. And she was only with us now because of the baby. This wasn’t one of our ‘last chance saloon’ troubled kids, where violence and criminality were family norms.
‘Leave it with me, love,’ I said to Mike. ‘I’ll check with Maggie tomorrow morning. I know we wouldn’t normally allow it, but perhaps it’s not the issue it normally is in this case. Plus she might feel more secure having her phone close to her.’
Mike wasn’t convinced, though. ‘Or to conduct a СКАЧАТЬ