Wish Upon a Christmas Cake (30 page)

Karl ruffled my hair and I immediately tried to smooth it down.

‘Oh you know, Katie. We’ve offers pouring in left, right and centre. It’s all good. And if we can do anything to help a good cause or a charity while we have the limelight, we’re happy to do it.’

‘That’s fabulous news, Karl. Shall we get some drinks?’ I nodded in the direction of the free bar.

‘Please!’ He wiggled his eyebrows. ‘Angelo, I won’t be a moment.’ He blew a kiss at his lover, then flung an arm around my shoulder and we crossed the tent.

‘You didn’t answer my question,’ he said as he rested against the bar and perused the bottles in the fridge. I knew this technique of his, feigning disinterest in order to elicit more information from me.

‘I really am fine.’ I gritted my teeth together.

‘How can you possibly be fine, Katie? Sam’s not fine, I’ll tell you that right now.’

My heart began to race. ‘What do you mean? Why isn’t he fine?’ My palms were instantly clammy and the Champagne I’d consumed fizzed in my belly.

‘He loves you, you idiot. Angelo and I’ve met up with him a few times. I’m really worried that he’s sinking into depression.’

‘What?’ My heart clenched in agony as I thought of Sam being unhappy. Sam with his big brown eyes and his heart of gold. The boy I’d adored grown into a man. Funny, sweet and sexy as hell. But more than that. He was a friend and I cared for him deeply. Had I really hurt him?

‘Do you love him, Katie? Because if you do, you need to sort this out and quickly. He was hurt enough when you dumped him the first time all those years ago. He got involved pretty quickly with Maria then catapulted into fatherhood before he could pause to think. This time though…it’s different. He’s totally lost. You need to be absolutely certain that you don’t want him because I’m not sure what’s going to be left when, or if, he ever recovers.’

Karl caught the barman’s eye and ordered two bottles of Veuve Clicquot. As soon as it was poured, he handed me a glass, then he carried the tray across to the table where my parents sat with Angelo. Karl sat forwards and whispered to Angelo and they both glanced at me. I hated to feel that my big brother disapproved of me in any way at all but I also knew that he couldn’t understand what I was going through. I was doing this, staying away from Sam, for all our sakes. I was doing the right thing, following the right path, saving us all from further heartbreak.

I knew that Ann had invited Sam today but she hadn’t received a RSVP. I hadn’t pushed it because I thought it was best not to. He needed time to forget about me and about Christmas and about all that we’d been through since. However, what Karl had just said nagged at me. Was it actually
me
who was hurting Sam? That thought made me want to rip my heart out right then and there to stop the ache.

A tinkling of glass suddenly silenced the room and Mark and Ann took to the centre of the marquee where wooden boards had been set up as a dance floor.

Mark wrapped an arm around Ann. ‘My wife and I would like to thank you all for coming here today. Our wedding was perhaps a bit more unconventional than we’d have planned but we had our reasons. One being the little angel growing in her belly right now.’ He placed his free hand on her tiny bump and the guests all sighed. ‘But it was more than that. I just wanted to make this woman my wife. I love her more now than ever and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. I should have proposed before I did but almost losing her made me realise exactly how important she is to me.’ He released Ann, then stood before her and gazed into her eyes. The marquee was absolutely silent as everyone watched them intently. ‘I love you, Ann. I know I’m not perfect but I am so grateful that you agreed to marry me. I promise to strive to make you happy every single day of our lives.’

Ann nodded furiously as tears ran down her cheeks and the guests erupted into applause. I joined them, clapping hard for this happy couple who had clearly found joy in each other. They were married now, embarking upon a whole new journey and they would be parents before the year was out. It was perfect.

Goosebumps rose on my arms and a breeze caressed me, toying with my hair. The fresh, soothing scent of lavender from the gardens washed over me and I breathed deeply as a million images flooded my mind. Granny’s big grin in her tiny wrinkled face. Sam lifting Holly up to put the angel at the top of the Christmas tree. Jack running through the snow with two huge bulldogs. Sam’s face up close as he tickled me. The pain in Sam’s eyes as I told him it would never work between us.

I tore my gaze from Ann and Mark and looked across the marquee to the entrance.

And my heart leaped.

There, in the bright spring sunshine, just beyond the open flaps of the marquee, was Sam. He wore a crisp white shirt and faded blue jeans. His face was dark with stubble and his hair was unkempt. His hands were stuffed into his pockets and he was hunched over as if trying to ease an ache in his back or chest. But his eyes were black with intensity as they landed on me and held me, a thousand unsaid words communicated in one single stare.

I took a deep breath and placed my glass on the bar as carefully as I could manage with my trembling hand.

I took a deep breath.

I watched as he took a step forwards, then another one, holding me all the time with his gaze. There had to be a way for us to make this work. We were miserable without each other, the pain was just too much to bear. I needed him and it seemed that he needed me.

I hurried towards him, pushing past wedding guests and bar staff, ignoring exclamations of shock and surprise.

Then I jumped into his arms as he opened them; kissing him as if my life depended upon it.

Because, let’s be honest, it really did.

Chapter 21

After the wedding party had finished, we returned to Sam’s house in his car. We were quiet during the journey, content to sit side by side, just being together. We’d stopped at the flat for me to collect a change of clothes and an overnight bag and I’d checked that the shop alarm was on, as Ann wouldn’t be returning there until the next day because Mark had booked them into a luxury hotel for the night as a surprise.

Sam parked the car then turned to me.

‘What now?’

I wanted to tell him to carry me over the threshold and to kiss me and never stop but I knew that we needed to talk. Things couldn’t go any further between us until we’d aired everything. I trembled with longing and anticipation, but also with fear because I knew that it was make-or-break time for us. Nearly a decade after we’d first said goodbye, would we be forced to admit defeat and part for a final time? I didn’t know if either of us would survive that unhappy ending.

We went inside and Sam let the dogs out while I went upstairs to change into my jogging bottoms and hoodie, then I made coffee while Sam changed too. Finally, when we were both more comfortably attired and equipped with large mugs of coffee, we went into his lounge and settled on the big comfy sofa.

‘What happens now?’ I asked, my stomach a boiling pot of emotion.

‘I don’t know.’ He rubbed a large hand over his face, then around the back of his neck. ‘I’m scared, Katie. I didn’t expect all this to happen. After Maria’s death, I kind of just existed, going through the motions for the children but then…seeing you at Christmas brought me back to life. You made me want to live again, Katie. And I mean really live, for me and not just for Jack and Holly.’

I took his hand and ran my thumb over the palm. His skin was smooth and cool and I traced the familiar lines.

‘I’ve tried to be strong, Sam, and to stay distant these past few weeks because I don’t know if we can find a way forward. I have the business and it’s a huge commitment. I’ve worked so hard and Ann’s worked so hard to make it a success. Hell, I didn’t even try to buy a home of my own because I invested every penny I had into making it work. It’s been everything to me for over two years and even longer if I count the rest of the time that I’ve scrimped and saved to make it a reality.’

‘I get that, Katie, I really do. You always wanted your own business and I knew, even when we were kids that you’d be whatever you wanted to be. I just hoped that we’d be together.’

‘When I got pregnant, Sam, I’m not sure how much of a mistake it was. After years of Esther’s tough mothering, I’d sworn I’d make something of myself but I also suspect that getting pregnant with our child was a way out.’

‘A way out?’

‘Of the pressure.’

‘I don’t understand what you mean.’ He frowned and I took a deep breath. Hell, I’d hardly even admitted this to myself before now, but here I was, about to share everything with Sam. I hoped that it would help him to know me better, not destroy his affection for me as it could do.

‘Well, Esther had always harped on about how being pregnant tied a woman down and how it could ruin her life if she wasn’t ready. I now know why she felt that way, since she confessed all about Dad’s affair and how it impacted upon her pregnancy with me.’ He frowned. ‘I’ll explain about all that another time. But being strong and ambitious can be tiring and I was so much in love with you. I think…in fact I know…that I deliberately forgot to take that contraceptive pill. And the next one and…the rest of the packet.’ Nausea enveloped me as I waited for his reaction to my confession.

‘Katie!’ His eyes were wide and a muscle twitched in his jaw. ‘If you’d wanted a child so desperately, why didn’t you talk to me about it?’

‘Because I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to get pregnant. I just kind of left it up to…I don’t know…fate.’

‘Because you wanted a break?’ Now he looked really confused.

‘If I got pregnant then I
would
be the disappointment I’d always believed that Esther thought I was. It meant that I could shrug and let her say
I told you so
and the pressure was off.’

He nodded. ‘I get that.’

‘But as our child grew inside me and I felt her move, then we went for the scan and saw her sucking her tiny thumb, well, I just fell in love with her.’ My eyes felt scorched and I looked away, staring at the darkness beyond the lounge window.

‘I loved her too, Katie. I know you doubted that I wanted her as much as you did, but I was trying to be strong for you.’

‘I know that now. Losing her was so hard. The doctors and nurses were kind but I felt so isolated, like if I’d been just one week further along then people would have treated me differently and called her loss a stillbirth not a miscarriage. It felt dismissive to say that she wasn’t quite viable. I know that things have advanced since then and that she might have a chance today…however slim.’ My chest ached and I rubbed it hard above my heart.

‘So you thought that it was better to leave me?’ Sam turned my face towards him and I saw that his eyes glistened too.

I nodded. ‘I felt that it was all my fault. If I hadn’t gotten pregnant in the first place then we wouldn’t have gone through all that pain. My parents, your parents, you…me…her.’

‘It wasn’t your fault that we lost her.’

‘But it was as if the universe was punishing me for making the decision to have her in the first place. I grew up thinking I wasn’t good enough as a daughter so how could I ever be a good mum? Perhaps I didn’t deserve her.’ My voice broke as I admitted one of my biggest fears, the one that I’d buried for what felt like a lifetime. ‘And perhaps, if that’s true, then I don’t deserve to be a mum to Jack and Holly.’

Sam moved towards me on the sofa and enveloped me in his arms. I tried to push him away, to slip out of his embrace but he was just too strong. Finally, I gave in and just sobbed on his chest, tears soaked his T-shirt and I didn’t give a damn. Years of hurt and loss and confusion poured out of me like an emotional tidal wave.

‘Katie, what happened was no one’s fault. It can happen in any pregnancy. It was a spontaneous abnormality caused either by the genetic material in the sperm or the egg cells. One in three pregnancies ends in miscarriage. They talked us through all this.’

I lifted my head and wiped my nose with a tissue I found in my pocket.

‘I know all that but they also said that it could happen again and I just couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t put you through all that again and I knew that you wanted children. You deserved children. If that could happen to me when I was so young and healthy then it could happen again. I had to shut myself off from you.’

He pushed my hair behind my ears. ‘Don’t you know that I’d have loved you whatever happened? I wanted to be with you because you were my girl. If we’d never had kids then we’d still have been happy.’

‘Would we?’

‘Yes.’

‘But things are different now. You went on to have children. Perhaps the fault was with me.’

‘Enough!’

I jumped at his stern tone.

‘You need to let this go, now. We have a chance to move on. I’ll never forget
her
and neither will you but
we’re
still here. You, me, Jack and Holly. We can build a life together, Katie. But I have to know that it’s what you want. Is it?’

‘I’ve thought about nothing else, Sam. But I don’t know how we can do it. The shop is an hour and a half away.’

‘That’s doable, isn’t it? You could commute.’ He eyed me warily and I knew that he didn’t like that idea much either.

‘If I moved in with you here, I’d have to leave about four in the morning to get to the shop in time and I wouldn’t get home until after eight. How is that good for the children or for us?’

He chewed his lip. ‘I know you’d be good for Jack and Holly, Katie. But I’m not sure that you want this. If you did, you’d find a way. I can’t risk them loving you, then losing you. They’ve been through too much already. What if you joined in our lives, then decided it was all too much and upped and left again? I can’t let that happen to them.’

‘I know.’

I slumped onto the sofa next to him and held his hand. How could we find a way through this? What would work for us?

‘I would never ask you to give up all that you’ve worked for,’ Sam said after a while. ‘I know what you’ve given to the business.’

‘But I do want to be with you, Sam. I want more in my life than just the business. It’s been my world for so long but I want you too. Granny and Karl both told me to grab life with both hands while I could and if I let you go now, I know I’ll never love again. I tried, with Harrison, but it wasn’t right. I’ve been on dates too. But no other man was right.’