"Ok darling, let's just keep trying. Yeah? We'll get there." Tom sighed, his voice laced with disappointment. He was a good actor, but even he couldn't hide how sad he was at yet another negative pregnancy test. I dreaded telling him every time - and this was test number 7 now. He was filming night scenes and was always gone by the time I got home but had managed to sneak away for a few minutes to take my call.
"I'm sorry sweetheart." I sighed. I had been certain it was going to happen for us this time. I had a feeling. But according to the little white stick in my hand, my feelings had been wrong. Way wrong.
"I just, I don't know if I should go to the doctor or something, you know? See if there's anything wro-"
Tom interrupted me, "There is nothing wrong with you Emilie. Nothing at all sweetheart. Just because Ruby was unplanned and happened quickly, doesn't mean it should happen like that every time." I knew he was right, I think I was over reacting.
"We've only been trying what, not even a year, darling. It takes some couples years Em. Let's just relax and keep trying - you know how much I love the trying." I burst out laughing at his comment - one little line was all it took to diffuse the situation. I sighed and relaxed a little more against the headboard, surrounded by mountains of cushions. Oh how Tom hated all the cushions but I loved them - especially when he wasn't here.
"Sure. I agree with you on the trying part. I enjoy it too." I smiled down the phone, missing my husband so much at this moment. Wanting nothing more than to curl up to him in bed and have him whisper to me, stroking my hair until I fell asleep.
~*~*~ 1 Month Later~*~*~
"Mummy!" Ruby ran towards me, skidding slightly in her socks as she powered over the linoleum floor, a look of determination on her little face. Nursery had just finished for her and I had promised her we would have a craft day after lunch. Tom was working but, tonight, he would be home early. Well, early for him anyway. We'd be able to have dinner together at home for the first time in so long.
"Hello baby girl!" Pulling her into a hug as I knelt down. "Did you have a good day?" She nodded wildly, her bunches of curly hair flicking back and forth with her excitement. "I drew this for you and Daddy!" She thrust the piece of green sugar paper in my face, a large white daisy scribbled on it in crayon. "They're my favourite baby, that's lovely. Will we put it on the fridge for Daddy to see when he's home?" I asked her, helping her into her coat one arm at a time. "Yeah!" She turned to me, grinning as I did up her coat.
"Ok then, go get your bag sweetheart." I watched with pride as she toddled away from me to her coat hook. My heart pounded - I couldn't wait to have another baby. I watched as my little lady came plodding over to me, handing me her bag and taking my hand.
I strapped her into the car and we headed home. She got to sit upfront with my in Tom's car - I moved her seat from the back a couple of times - she was good as gold when I did. I still didn't particularly like driving Tom's car. His Jag was his pride and joy and he, I have no idea why, was happy to let me behind the wheel. I had been driving for years but, living in the city centre of Edinburgh, I never had much of a need for a car - the public transport was always good, so it saved me money.
