Chapter 9
March 2nd
On the weekend, Isabella was glad that Mr Wilson was bringing Catania over for a visit. Isabella decided that this would be when she would finally ask him what Tasha wanted her to. A part of her didn't want to do this, but another part of her wanted to. She decided that she was going to do it because Tasha needed it.
When Isabella heard Mr Wilson's car pull up in the driveway, she went to greet him out the front. When he arrived to the front door, Isabella bent down and took Catania out of the pram. She smiled at the baby as she took her in her arms and then she smiled at Mr Wilson.
"Do you like being a dad?" asked Isabella.
"I do," replied Mr Wilson.
Then, Isabella, Catania and Mr Wilson walked inside. Isabella gave Catania to Mrs Doyle and she took Mr Wilson outside. She wanted to ask him if he wanted to pat Monty, but she was already going to do something that would make him mad today so she didn't do anything.
"So," said Isabella, "you are good with Catania."
Mr Wilson nodded.
Isabella had no idea what she was going to say next.
"Where is this coming from?" asked Mr Wilson, finally.
"Just you seem to be a natural with babies," replied Matilda, not meeting Mr Wilson's eyes.
Mr Wilson groaned and ran his hand through his hair, "Tasha has been talking to you, hasn't she?"
"No. I have just been thinking."
"I will tell you the same thing I told Tasha," said Mr Wilson, "nobody knows how to look after babies."
Isabella was running out of things to say.
"Amy is having trouble because she believes that she should naturally know how to look after a baby and Catania can pick up on this. Amy just needs to learn that she needs to be calm when she is looking after her. Satisfied? Do you and Tasha have the answers you need?"
Isabella just nodded. She found that there was nothing that she could ask now and she didn't know what else to say. This was a lot harder than looking into Mr and Mrs Doyle's past and Isabella didn't want to do it again.
"Now, do you want me to pat this pony?" Mr Wilson continued.
Isabella smiled. She had completely forgot. Mr Wilson hadn't been properly introduced to Monty yet and Isabella was eager to see what he thought of the little gelding.
Isabella stood up and she led Mr Wilson into the paddock. Monty lifted his head and looked at his potential visitors before he trotted over to the fence in his cute little pony trot. Isabella looked at Mr Wilson and she could swear that he was smiling. Now Isabella was thinking that if Adam could finally find a horse that he liked, so could Mr Wilson.
Isabella opened the gate and allowed Mr Wilson to step through. Isabella nodded to tell Mr Wilson that he could crouch down and give the pony a pat. Mr Wilson did bed down and he let the pony sniff the back of his hand. And after that, Mr Wilson stood up. He liked Monty, but he didn't like the pony enough to want to pat him and spend time with him,
"What do you think?" Isabella smiled.
"He's nice," replied Mr Wilson.
"Just nice."
Mr Wilson nodded.
"He is your daughter's pony. I think he is a little more than just nice."
"I just think he is nice."
