So this is more like a prelude to the next book, as it tells you what the next one will be about :O I think you're going to love it. This one is dedicated to a singer called Lucie Jones. Cheesy as it is, I probably would have never started writing without her. She is my inspiration for Beth, and Beth is my inspiration for writing.
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Three and a half years later-Christmas Eve 2017
Michael made his way slowly through the streets of St. David’s, leaving footprints behind him in the thin layer of snow. The small city at Christmas time really was a breathtaking sight. Even though this was his fourth Christmas with Debby, the other three had been spent either in Manchester with his family, or in Durham with Debby’s university friends, so this was his first one in St. David’s since he was ten- that made it fourteen years. The beauty of this place under snow closely rivalled the beauty of the multiple summers he had spent here on the beaches.
He moved his hands to his face and breathed on them, trying to warm them a little, before digging them deep into his pockets. He should have brought his gloves, but he had left them in their apartment in Durham. Debby kept on teasing him that he was becoming as forgetful as Beth, but he just had a lot on his mind at the moment.
His pace quickened as he reached the street with Debby’s house on it. Well really it’s just her mum’s house now, he reminded himself. Debby’s house was in Durham with him. The bright pink of the house actually looked kind of nice for once, covered in snow with only the soft glow of the streetlamps to illuminate it.
He made his way down the path and rang the doorbell frantically, desperate to get in and out of the cold. Allison opened the door for him and he fell into the warmth, taking off his coat and scarf.
Entering the sitting room, Michael’s eyes went straight to Debby, stretched out on the couch with her feet propped up and her huge belly sticking out. He kissed her hello.
‘How are my two favourite girls?’ he asked, before moving his head down to her belly and kissing that too.
‘The little one’s bloody restless,’ Debby told him. ‘I think she’s excited for Christmas.’
This made Michael smile. ‘I have the forms,’ he mentioned. ‘You wanna do them right now?’
She shrugged her shoulders. ‘Might as well, that way it can be a sort of Christmas present tomorrow for Beth and Blake.’
As Michael went to get the forms out of his coat pocket Allison entered the room.
‘Can you get us a pen Mum?’ Debby asked her.
‘Are you guys sure about this?’ Allison said, looking around for one. ‘Once you give Beth these forms there’s no turning back.’
Michael sat himself down on the sofa at Debby’s feet and unfolded a few sheets of paper. ‘We’ve been over this so many times,’ Debby moaned. ‘I’m only twenty-one and in my last year of university. I’ve hardly seen anything of the world – only the little Michael and I visited on my gap year. I want to finish university and be free to do whatever I want: travel, find a job, join a crazy cult. Whatever. I’m not giving all that up to raise a child. Beth and Blake both have good jobs in London, with prospects of promotions and can at least support our baby properly. More importantly, they want a child.’
‘I’m just checking,’ Allison defended herself. ‘It’s hard giving up your child.’
‘You would know,’ Debby scoffed. ‘You abandoned me when I was six.’
‘Yes, and I regretted it everyday of my life,’ she pointed out. The mother and daughter stared at each other for a few seconds, before she turned to Michael. ‘What about you? You’re sure?’
Michael sighed. ‘I know I’m going to love the child that comes out of this girl just as much as I love her, but she’s right, it’s not our time,’ he explained. ‘When Debby found out she was pregnant three days after Beth told us she and Blake had decided to adopt a baby, it seemed like it was more than just a coincidence.’
‘Fine,’ Allison gave in. ‘If you are both sure that this is the right thing to do, then go ahead, fill out the forms.’
‘Mum, I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life,’ Debby reassured her. ‘This baby was never mine, it was always supposed to be Beth’s.’
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Three Years On
Lãng mạnIt's been three years since Michael Williams said goodbye to Debby Martin, the supposed love of his life, and he hasn't been able to get her off his mind since. Now that she's finished school and him university, they're both free to do as they want...
