and being supercritical of how she looked, but the truth was that her combination of dark hair and ivory skin was stunning. (Despite her affection for her new golden colour, he was looking forward to her tan fading again.)
He’d been thinking about marriage to her before she dropped the pregnancy bombshell, but he hadn’t been ready to ask. However, there wasn’t a rat’s chance in hell that he’d leave her and his future son living in that creepy house with her crabby mother and henpecked father. They both deserved better than that, and he’d give it to them.
He thought about the site again and the serendipity that had brought them to it. After they’d made love beneath the chestnut tree and were walking towards the road (squelching, really; it had become very muddy and Domino had been yelping that her shoes would be wrecked), he’d spotted the estate agent’s sign in the corner. He’d phoned them the following Monday, seen the bank manager and now the deal was under way. He was looking forward to starting the houses when the deal was eventually completed, and in the meantime there was plenty of work on the house extensions. He’d keep the same crew for the building work. Peader, of course. Then Miley, Micko, Christy and George. Between them they’d get the houses built quickly and they’d make a good profit. Brendan knew that the best money to be made was in working for yourself. He wanted to make money. Lots of it. He didn’t want to be like so many Irish people he knew, who’d had to go abroad to make a living. He’d done it for a while, of course. Almost everyone he knew had. He’d worked on sites in Birmingham and Liverpool and had learned a lot about how to run a crew. Now he was ready to do it for himself, and do it at home.
He gazed towards the sea and saw Domino paddling at the water’s edge. He needed to make money now to support his wife and child. Getting married and having children had always been on his agenda. Brendan liked family life and he missed it sharing the house in Dublin. Until he met Domino he used to go home three weekends out of four to get his fix of the relaxed atmosphere of his parents’ house. He wanted to recreate that with Domino and their children. He hoped they’d have a large family. Though not yet. He didn’t want her to spend most of her youth being pregnant. He wanted to have a lot of that hot lovemaking again first.
Brendan smiled as he thought of Domino in bed, where all of her usual inhibitions seemed to simply disappear. Her acid-faced, sanctimonious mother would be astonished, Brendan told himself, if she realised just how passionate her daughter was between the sheets. How willing she was to try new things and how much energy she put into their lovemaking. Brendan had been pleasantly astonished himself. And it was Domino’s ability to seem prim on the outside while being anything but in private that made him certain that she was the girl for him.
He was looking forward to being a father, too. He liked the idea of taking his son to hurling matches and maybe even the occasional soccer match; even though he regarded soccer as a lightweight game in comparison to traditional Irish sports, he did follow, in a casual way, the fortunes of Liverpool Football Club. He’d gone to a few of their matches when he was working there and felt an affinity towards them. So if his son got involved in football at all, it would be Liverpool he’d learn to support. But Cork for the hurling. Obviously.
He watched as Domino walked into the sparkling sea and began swimming away from him. She was an unorthodox swimmer, thrashing through the water and churning it up, but she could keep going for much longer than him. Now, a good distance from the shore, she faced the beach and trod water. He knew that she couldn’t see him. She was utterly blind without her glasses. She hadn’t worn them on their wedding day, and she’d told him that she’d had to
He’d been thinking about marriage to her before she dropped the pregnancy bombshell, but he hadn’t been ready to ask. However, there wasn’t a rat’s chance in hell that he’d leave her and his future son living in that creepy house with her crabby mother and henpecked father. They both deserved better than that, and he’d give it to them.
He thought about the site again and the serendipity that had brought them to it. After they’d made love beneath the chestnut tree and were walking towards the road (squelching, really; it had become very muddy and Domino had been yelping that her shoes would be wrecked), he’d spotted the estate agent’s sign in the corner. He’d phoned them the following Monday, seen the bank manager and now the deal was under way. He was looking forward to starting the houses when the deal was eventually completed, and in the meantime there was plenty of work on the house extensions. He’d keep the same crew for the building work. Peader, of course. Then Miley, Micko, Christy and George. Between them they’d get the houses built quickly and they’d make a good profit. Brendan knew that the best money to be made was in working for yourself. He wanted to make money. Lots of it. He didn’t want to be like so many Irish people he knew, who’d had to go abroad to make a living. He’d done it for a while, of course. Almost everyone he knew had. He’d worked on sites in Birmingham and Liverpool and had learned a lot about how to run a crew. Now he was ready to do it for himself, and do it at home.
He gazed towards the sea and saw Domino paddling at the water’s edge. He needed to make money now to support his wife and child. Getting married and having children had always been on his agenda. Brendan liked family life and he missed it sharing the house in Dublin. Until he met Domino he used to go home three weekends out of four to get his fix of the relaxed atmosphere of his parents’ house. He wanted to recreate that with Domino and their children. He hoped they’d have a large family. Though not yet. He didn’t want her to spend most of her youth being pregnant. He wanted to have a lot of that hot lovemaking again first.
Brendan smiled as he thought of Domino in bed, where all of her usual inhibitions seemed to simply disappear. Her acid-faced, sanctimonious mother would be astonished, Brendan told himself, if she realised just how passionate her daughter was between the sheets. How willing she was to try new things and how much energy she put into their lovemaking. Brendan had been pleasantly astonished himself. And it was Domino’s ability to seem prim on the outside while being anything but in private that made him certain that she was the girl for him.
He was looking forward to being a father, too. He liked the idea of taking his son to hurling matches and maybe even the occasional soccer match; even though he regarded soccer as a lightweight game in comparison to traditional Irish sports, he did follow, in a casual way, the fortunes of Liverpool Football Club. He’d gone to a few of their matches when he was working there and felt an affinity towards them. So if his son got involved in football at all, it would be Liverpool he’d learn to support. But Cork for the hurling. Obviously.
He watched as Domino walked into the sparkling sea and began swimming away from him. She was an unorthodox swimmer, thrashing through the water and churning it up, but she could keep going for much longer than him. Now, a good distance from the shore, she faced the beach and trod water. He knew that she couldn’t see him. She was utterly blind without her glasses. She hadn’t worn them on their wedding day, and she’d told him that she’d had to
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