Least Said (28 page)

‘I
know,’
his
face
was
one
big
beam,
his
hazel
eyes
sparkled,
‘and
there’s
more.
Can
I
tell
her,
Daddy?
Can
I?’
he
pleaded.

Everybody
laughed
and
Jon
encouraged
Will,
telling
him,
‘You’ve
been
so
great,
Will,
and
I
know
keeping
such
a
huge
secret
has
been
really
hard
for
you
–
but
you
did
it
for
me,
and
to
make
today
a
lovely
surprise
for
Mummy
so,
yes,
you
can
tell
her.’

Will
positively
bounced
from
his
chair
to
come
and
stand
next
to
mine
and
utter
the
words
with
so
much
emphasis
in
his
tone,
‘We’re
going
on
a
honeymoon
,
me,
you
and
Daddy.
That’s
a
very
special
kind
of
holiday,
you
know,’
he
added
importantly,
‘and
we’re
going
on
a
plane
to
somewhere
the
sun
shines
all
day
every day
.’

Will
was
absolutely
right
because
the
sun
did
shine
every
single
day,
making
me
question,
for
the
first
time,
the
wisdom
of
us
holidaying
in
the
UK
year
after
year
ever
since
Will
was
born.

‘Well,
at
six
years
old
he’s
of
an
age
to
properly
enjoy
an
overseas
holiday,’
Jon
pointed
out
when
I
mentioned
it
to
him,
‘and
when
he
was
younger
we’d
have
had
to
bring
so
much
paraphernalia
with
us.
It
would
have
been
a
nightmare.
Far
easier
to
pack
up
buggies,
bottles
and
bags
into
the
car
and
drive
off
to
the
Lake
District
than
cart
the
whole
lot
through
security
and
onto
a
plane.
Sun
block
and
bottled
water
is
about
the
sum
of
it
now
and
that
can
be
bought
on
arrival.’

He
turned
over
on
his
sun
lounger
and
I
automatically
reached
for
the
sun
tan
lotion
and
began
to
smooth
it
across
his
back.

‘Mmmm,’
he
murmured
with
deep
appreciation,
‘you
have
a
trained
masseur’s
hands.’

‘I
hope
they
didn’t
do
this,’
I
smirked,
as
I
ran
daring
fingers
up
and inside
the
leg
of
his
shorts
and
over
his
buttock,
‘when
you
had
that
massage
at
the
spa
yesterday.’

‘I
think
you
have
to
pay
extra
for
that,’
Jon
joked,
‘and
you’ve
just
made
sure
I
won’t
be
able
to
get
up
and
go
for
lunch
just
yet.’

‘Why’s
that?’
I
grinned,
giving
the
smooth
peachy
flesh
one
last
pinch
before
relaxing
back
onto
my
sun-bed
beneath
a
cloudless
sky
and
closing
my
eyes
with
a
sigh
of
pure
bliss.

This
holiday
was
just
what
we
needed
–
what
I
needed
–
I
admitted.
The
tension
of
the
past
few
weeks
had
slipped
away
almost
the
very
moment
that
the
plane
touched
down
in
Cyprus,
and
the
fact
that
I
hadn’t
had
to
organise
it
was
a
definite
bonus.

We
had
hardly
seen
Will
because
he
was
off
having
fun
as
an
enthusiastic
member
of
the
hotel’s
kiddies’
club,
giving
us
rare
time
to
ourselves.
Time
to
remember
how
it
felt
to
be
a
couple,
to
appreciate
each
other’s
company,
and
find
the
closeness
that
used
to
come
so
naturally
to
us
and,
even
more
important
as
far
as
I
was
concerned,
the
time
and
energy
to
have
the
kind
of
regular
sex
that
undoubtedly
created
babies.

I
stretched
and
lifted
my
head
enough
to
gaze
down
the
length
of
my
slickly
oiled
body
appreciating,
how
slim
and
lithe
I
was,
and
how
relaxed
and
tanned.
I
looked
and
felt
better
than
I
had
for
ages,
surely
making
it
the
optimum
time
for
me
to
get
pregnant.
Whether
it
was
the
sun,
the
sea,
or
the
starry
night
skies,
I
couldn’t
get
enough
of
Jon
who,
I
had
to
say,
was
every
bit
as
keen
as
I
was
to
grab
any
and
every
opportunity
to
make
love.

‘I
think,’
I
said,
standing
up,
stretching
like
a
cat
and
making
sure
that
my
shadow
fell
across
Jon’s
lounger
so
that
he
opened
his
eyes
and
looked
up
at
me,
‘that
I
will
go
and
have
a
shower
before
lunch.’

‘Me,
too.’

Jon
was
on
his
feet
with
gratifying
speed,
trying
to
appear
ultra
-
casual
as
he
tied
a
towel
around
his
waist,
arranging
it
in
a
way
that
told
me
he
was
already
turned
on.