bloody babies.â
âAll right, Iâll forgive you.â But Rob didnât sound fully appeased.
âHow is the old bastard, anyway?â
âAs grotesque and charmless as ever. Still, he did actually sign your card from the production team, so arenât you the lucky one?â
âHm.â
âEditorial meetings the last two mornings have been dire â but
dire
. Really crappy ideas coming up. Dennisâs been effing and blinding and stamping his little foot, because â say what you like about him â he can always recognize shit when he sees it. Takes one to know one, you could say. No, youâve only been away for two programmes and already heâs missing your inestimable contribution.â
âGood,â said Laura.
In his perspex cot at the side of her bed, Tom stirred under his much-washed blue cotton blanket. Laura, as recommended by the hospital for first-time mothers, would be staying in for nearly a week. Her initial reaction on hearing the suggestion had been to disagree and contemplate discharging herself after forty-eight hours. But reason had prevailed. There would be no one to help her when she got back to the flat and, besides, she needed to build up her strength before she took over the full responsibility of looking after Tom.
He was making the little hacking noise which Laura now recognized preceded crying, and she heaved herself up on the pillows. âPass him to me, would you, Rob?â
âReally?â
âWell, donât look so surprised. Iâm sure you can manage to pick a baby up. Heâs not very heavy.â
âNo. Itâs just ⦠some people wouldnât like the idea of my handling their baby.â
It took Laura a second or two to realize what he meant. âOh, for Godâs sake, Rob! Surely youâve known me long enough to know I wouldnât think that. What, so Iâm meant to be afraid homosexualityâs so infectious that Tomâll catch it just being touched by you â¦?â
Rob looked embarrassed. âThere are people who think like that.â
âThere are people who want to bring back hanging, but Iâm not one of them. Go on, pick him up.â
âYes.â He moved awkwardly towards the cot. âNot something Iâve done before.â
âThereâs no problem about it. Just make sure you support his head.â
With infinite care, and rather touching anxiety, Rob picked the tiny bundle out of its cot and passed it to Laura. The movement quieted Tomâs crying. Rob looked down at the little face. âRotten, really, never to have one of these. Never to have the prospect even. Sometimes regret my sex life is entirely recreational. Procreational bit must be very exciting.â
Realizing that he was transgressing the rules of flippancy that governed their relationship, he added, âNot of course that Iâm saying the recreational bit isnât
good
. Dear oh dear,
so
good, so
very
good. Maybe you should try it with another woman, Laura â¦? Maybe thatâs whatâs been wrong with your sex life all these years.â
As Tom leeched on to the teat of the bottle she offered him, Laura asked mildly, âWhat makes you think there has been anything wrong with my sex life?â
âSimply that it doesnât seem to be terribly
active
.â
She too took refuge in flippancy. âPretty unusual to be very active in the week after youâve given birth.â
âYes, but I mean generally ⦠Considering how attractive you are, itâs amazing how few boyfriends youâve had.â
âI am still technically married.â
âYes, but â¦â
âMaybe Iâm just too picky,â she said lightly. âMaybe now Iâve tried living on my own for a while, I realize how little I need a man around cluttering up my space.â
âHm, maybe thatâs it. And probably itâs an
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