wrong.”
“Okay, don’t panic,” Callum said trying to sound calmer than he felt. “Talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.”
“I don’t know,” Kate replied with tears dancing in her eyes. “I have a weird feeling in my stomach. Like a pulse. I don’t know what it is.”
She reached over and took hold of Callum’s hand and pressed it to her tummy, staring at him with her big, scared eyes, she waited.
Then he felt it. It was like a pulse beneath his hand, a little like a butterfly fluttering beneath the palm of his hand. He didn’t speak for a moment. He just waited until he felt it again. When he did, a big smile filled his face.
“Why are you smiling?” Kate asked fighting hard to hold the tears back. “Something is wrong.”
“Sweetheart,” Callum said looking up at Kate. “Nothing is wrong. In fact it is very right.”
Once again Callum could feel the flutter beneath his hand.
“Katie,” Callum said, as his smile widen. “That is our baby moving.”
“But, but it’s too soon,” Kate said as the tears of both relief and fear trickled down her face. “Isn’t it?”
“Apparently not,” Callum replied, as once again, he felt a flutter beneath his hand. “And it would seem we have a little soccer player in there.”
Kate laughed and cried at the same time , as Callum bent down and softly kissed her swollen tummy. Then sitting back up, he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
“I love you Katie Gre yson,” Callum said leaning in and kissing her once again .
“KATE!” Callum cried out, as he bolted up straight in the bed. For a moment he was confused. He has no idea where he was. As his memories returned, so did the pain that had gripped his heart for the past couple of weeks. He looked at the clock on the bottom on the TV and saw it was just after 4 am. He climbed up off the bed and walked to the window and stared out into the blackness of the night.
“Where are you Katie,” he whispered then looked over at his mobile phone on the bed , where he had left it and thought about calling her. He walked over, picked it up and without thinking, he called up Kate’s number and pressed call. He expected it to go to her answering machine, but instead was surprised when Kate answered it.
“Hello,” she said, still half asleep.
“Katie,” Callum said nervously, half expecting her to just hang up.
“Callum, are you okay? ” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
“How can I be okay, Katie?” he sighed sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I miss you. I love you so much. I just want you hold you.”
“I miss you too,” she replied much to his surprise.
“Katie, please,” Callum sighed. “Please come home. Or tell me where you are. Tell me so I can come and take you home where you belong. Please Katie, let’s try again.”
“I can’t,” she replied and Callum knew she was crying. “Please, understand.”
“I can’t understand Katie,” Call um replied. “I love you and you love me, surely that is all we need. Please give me a chance to make this right.”
“It’s too late, Cal,” Kate sobbed. “I met someone else and I love him. Don’t ever call me again…”
Callum sprung up in the bed. He was drenched in sweat his heart hammering rapidly in his chest. For a moment he was confused and he had no idea where he was, but he knew he felt like he was going to be sick. Then he realised where he was and relief took hold, as he remembered what happened. He had been dreaming.
It was just a dream, oh thank God, it was just a dream , he thought to himself.
He stared over at the phone on the bedside table and tried to steady h is ragged breathing. He needed to calm down, it was all just a bad dream.
He was surprised that the sun was already climbing in the sky and filling his hotel roo m. He looked at his watch and it was already 10.30 am. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept so late. He couldn’t remember the last time he had properly
“Okay, don’t panic,” Callum said trying to sound calmer than he felt. “Talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.”
“I don’t know,” Kate replied with tears dancing in her eyes. “I have a weird feeling in my stomach. Like a pulse. I don’t know what it is.”
She reached over and took hold of Callum’s hand and pressed it to her tummy, staring at him with her big, scared eyes, she waited.
Then he felt it. It was like a pulse beneath his hand, a little like a butterfly fluttering beneath the palm of his hand. He didn’t speak for a moment. He just waited until he felt it again. When he did, a big smile filled his face.
“Why are you smiling?” Kate asked fighting hard to hold the tears back. “Something is wrong.”
“Sweetheart,” Callum said looking up at Kate. “Nothing is wrong. In fact it is very right.”
Once again Callum could feel the flutter beneath his hand.
“Katie,” Callum said, as his smile widen. “That is our baby moving.”
“But, but it’s too soon,” Kate said as the tears of both relief and fear trickled down her face. “Isn’t it?”
“Apparently not,” Callum replied, as once again, he felt a flutter beneath his hand. “And it would seem we have a little soccer player in there.”
Kate laughed and cried at the same time , as Callum bent down and softly kissed her swollen tummy. Then sitting back up, he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
“I love you Katie Gre yson,” Callum said leaning in and kissing her once again .
“KATE!” Callum cried out, as he bolted up straight in the bed. For a moment he was confused. He has no idea where he was. As his memories returned, so did the pain that had gripped his heart for the past couple of weeks. He looked at the clock on the bottom on the TV and saw it was just after 4 am. He climbed up off the bed and walked to the window and stared out into the blackness of the night.
“Where are you Katie,” he whispered then looked over at his mobile phone on the bed , where he had left it and thought about calling her. He walked over, picked it up and without thinking, he called up Kate’s number and pressed call. He expected it to go to her answering machine, but instead was surprised when Kate answered it.
“Hello,” she said, still half asleep.
“Katie,” Callum said nervously, half expecting her to just hang up.
“Callum, are you okay? ” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
“How can I be okay, Katie?” he sighed sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I miss you. I love you so much. I just want you hold you.”
“I miss you too,” she replied much to his surprise.
“Katie, please,” Callum sighed. “Please come home. Or tell me where you are. Tell me so I can come and take you home where you belong. Please Katie, let’s try again.”
“I can’t,” she replied and Callum knew she was crying. “Please, understand.”
“I can’t understand Katie,” Call um replied. “I love you and you love me, surely that is all we need. Please give me a chance to make this right.”
“It’s too late, Cal,” Kate sobbed. “I met someone else and I love him. Don’t ever call me again…”
Callum sprung up in the bed. He was drenched in sweat his heart hammering rapidly in his chest. For a moment he was confused and he had no idea where he was, but he knew he felt like he was going to be sick. Then he realised where he was and relief took hold, as he remembered what happened. He had been dreaming.
It was just a dream, oh thank God, it was just a dream , he thought to himself.
He stared over at the phone on the bedside table and tried to steady h is ragged breathing. He needed to calm down, it was all just a bad dream.
He was surprised that the sun was already climbing in the sky and filling his hotel roo m. He looked at his watch and it was already 10.30 am. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept so late. He couldn’t remember the last time he had properly
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