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The weeks flew past. As April gave way to one of the warmest Mays in recent years, Felix amused himself learning his lines for a film being made in September, while doing commercial voice-overs to keep his bank account in the black. He still hadn’t heard back about the two series he’d auditioned for and the phone bills were horrendous as he rang his agent in London daily, alternating between optimism and sheer angst over the length of time he was forced to wait.

Hannah worked hard at the agency and was thrilled when David James came to her with the news he was opening another branch, in Wicklow this time, and would she like to move there in a more senior position?

‘It’s a fantastic opportunity,’ she told Felix that evening as they meandered along Dawson Street to meet some of his actor pals in Café En Seine. ‘I can’t believe how much my life has changed in this year. The job, you, everything…’ She beamed at him. ‘It’s wonderful. You’re wonderful, Felix Andretti. David said we could talk about the new office next month, to give me time to think about it. You do think I should go for it, don’t you?’

‘Sure, baby,’ Felix answered absently as they arrived at their destination to find his band of beautiful people sitting outside, shades on despite the fact that the evening sun had all but sunk. ‘Here’s the gang. Hiya, guys.’

On Thursday morning, Hannah was to think of the wry little comment Emma always made whenever they were talking about plans. ‘We plan, God laughs,’ Emma would say. ‘That’s the story of my life.’

Personally, Hannah had always thought this was a bit defeatist. She felt that life was there for the taking. What happened was up to you, not anyone else, a deity or otherwise. If you believed that sort of rubbish, humankind would still be stuck in the Middle Ages, terrified that a vengeful God would wreak havoc if they started messing around with the world of science.

That wasn’t Hannah’s motto at all. No. You make it happen – that was how she lived her life.

Her faith in this credo faltered on Thursday morning as a direct result of Felix feeling amorous. Early morning lovemaking was her favourite and she was still feeling delicious orgasmic ripples running through her body after a glorious romp when Felix withdrew from her and said, ‘Shit!’

‘What’s wrong?’ she asked lazily, still smiling.

‘Bloody condom burst,’ he said.

‘Did it?’ She sat up.

He examined the pack. ‘That’s the second time that’s happened with these ones.’

Hannah grabbed it from him. ‘These are out of date, Felix,’ she howled. ‘Where did you get them?’

‘We were out of them and I had these in my sports bag.’ He shrugged.

‘Two years out of date,’ Hannah said, feeling herself get nervous. ‘And you’re saying another one burst. I don’t remember that?’

‘It’s only a bloody condom,’ he snapped. ‘Honestly, you do get in a fuss about the smallest things, Hannah.’

‘The smallest things can cause the biggest problems, like a baby, Felix,’ she said in a high, staccato voice.

She scrambled out of bed and threw herself into the shower, still in shock. She’d thought they’d been so careful having sex. Emma was always saying that women’s fertility decreased after the age of thirty-five, so she felt sure she had less of a chance of conceiving at the age of thirty-seven. They always used condoms…She winced under the powerful jet of water. Using condoms was no good if the condoms in question were out of date. It was on a par with jumping out of a plane with a badly ripped parachute.

She dressed and didn’t bother with breakfast. She didn’t feel hungry somehow.

As she drove to her first job of the day – a bungalow in Killiney – Hannah tried to recall her last period. She never wrote it down and only ever remembered it in relation to certain events. She’d got a terrible one on New Year’s Day, she remembered, with murderous cramps, and she’d been out of tampons, too. But that was the last time she could specifically recall when it had arrived. There had been others since then, but when? Furious with both herself and Felix, she stopped at a chemist and bought a hateful pregnancy tester. Why hadn’t she gone on the pill? There was no point in relying on men for that type of thing: your fertility was your problem.

At the bungalow, Hannah was delighted to see that the vendors had gone to work. She hated doing it, but she had to use their loo for her test. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, she thought, admiring the corner bath with the jacuzzi jets. She’d read reports where some irresponsible estate agents admitted to having sex in clients’ houses. Hannah was appalled at the idea. She didn’t think having a discreet pee would be considered unprofessional.

The test done, she shoved the apparatus back in her handbag and opened the door to the viewers, a fixed smile glued to her face. They wandered around the house for nearly half an hour, but it didn’t take nearly that long for the second blue line to appear in the pregnancy tester window.

Alone in the house again, she looked at the tester and cursed Felix, condom manufacturers and herself, in that order. ‘Bloody, bloody pregnant!’ Hannah howled to the empty house.

It was ironic. Poor Emma would kill to be in her position now, she thought gloomily. Emma longed for a baby with all her heart. And now Hannah, the most unmaternal of the three friends, was pregnant. Hannah imagined that creatures who ate their young were more maternal than she. She had no interest in babies or kids. Well, she conceded, her cousin Mary’s two were sweet enough. Krystle and Courtney were nice girls, but that didn’t mean she wanted them to live with her.

As she drove back to the office, Hannah railed out loud, bitterly asking someone to tell her why she, of all people, had to get pregnant. Here she was with an exciting new job opportunity, a wonderful fiancé and a great life, and now it was all going to be ruined by some squalling, screaming brat. Bloody wonderful.

Carrie, the receptionist, waved a sheaf of phone messages at her when she went in. ‘Felix just rang,’ said Carrie, her face flushing. She’d met Felix a few times when he’d come to meet Hannah after work and obviously had a thumping great crush on him. Which Felix didn’t do anything to neutralize, Hannah thought crossly, recalling the way he’d sit on the edge of Carrie’s desk and chat to her.

‘He says it’s important,’ Carrie added.

Wait till he finds out what important news I’ve got for him, Hannah thought grimly.

‘Babes!’ yelled Felix jubilantly. ‘You’ll never believe it!’ He was obviously stuck into the drinks cabinet already, so it had to be good news. ‘I got A Moment in Time. I can’t believe it, the starring role. We’re made, it’s a career part. BAFTAs here I come! You wouldn’t believe the money I’ll be on. Bill says they really want me and I can name my price. Edwin Cohen, the director, is a huge star in the States. He never does TV – you can’t imagine what it means to be working with him.’

‘That’s fantastic, darling,’ Hannah said, pleased for him. But her joy was dimmed by the presence of a positive pregnancy test. ‘I’ve got something to tell you too. Hold on a mo, I’ve left something in my car,’ she lied. ‘I’ll phone you back.’

Outside, she rang him on her mobile. ‘Felix, that’s the most incredible news ever, but I’m afraid I’ve got news too which may not be so good.’ There was no point beating around the bush. She had to tell him straight up: ‘I’m pregnant, Felix.’

‘Fantastic!’ he yelled.

Hannah blinked. This was not the reaction she’d been expecting. She’d anticipated groans about how it wasn’t the right time in either of their careers and how a baby would interrupt his sleep and inhibit last-minute party-going. Instead, Felix whooped like a small boy who’d just won a conker match.

‘Darling, I’m so pleased! We’ll have to get married straight away – the Seychelles, I think. This is fabulous news. Bill is going to look for a house for us in London, I’ll have to tell her to make sure it’s got a nursery. And,’ she could practically hear him grinning, ‘Edwin Cohen is very much the family man. His wife is expecting their fifth kid and they’ll be leaving LA to live with him during shooting. You can make friends with her, it’ll be brilliant for my career. Gotta go, honey, there’s a call waiting. I’ll talk to you tonight about plans. Ciao.’

Hannah pressed the end button on her mobile and stood stock-still, trying to absorb everything Felix had just said. Moving to London? Making friends with the director’s wife who just happened to be pregnant also? What about her job and her life and her friends, she thought helplessly. This was ridiculous, she was being swept along on some moving walkway, propelled in a direction she didn’t want to go.

She loved Felix, obviously, but did she want a baby and to follow him to London? She didn’t know. A baby had never fitted into her plans before.

She rang Leonie before lunch. ‘I’m going mad and I have to talk to someone,’ she said. ‘Have you got a free twenty minutes for a sandwich?’

‘I’ve got an hour,’ Leonie said. ‘Is everything all right, Hannah?’

‘I’ll tell you when I see you.’

‘It’s not Felix, is it?’ Leonie asked anxiously as they met outside the coffee shop they liked that was equidistant from both places of work.

‘Sort of.’ Hannah groaned. ‘I’m pregnant.’

‘That’s wonderful news!’ squealed Leonie, before realizing that Hannah wasn’t smiling. ‘Isn’t it?’ she asked. Hannah was silent. ‘You mean, you don’t want it,’ Leonie said slowly.

Her friend bit her lip. ‘I don’t know what I want, Leonie. I’ve never thought about children, as such. I never felt my biological clock ticking like a bomb or anything. And I know,’ she raised her eyes, ‘that makes me unnatural and strange. But that’s genuinely how I felt. Some people are really into kids but I wasn’t, I’m not.’

‘So it’s unplanned?’ Leonie asked gently.

Hannah laughed sourly. ‘Does Dolly Parton sleep on her back?’

‘What does Felix say?’

‘He’s over the moon, curiously enough. I thought he’d be bundling me on to the first ferry to Harley Street to get an abortion, but he’s actually thrilled.’ She didn’t add that, being Felix, he had instantly spotted how useful a pregnant missus would be for making pals with his new director. ‘He wants us to get married immediately too,’ she pointed out.

‘That’s sweet,’ Leonie said.

‘Yeah, but he’s not the one who has to spend nine months looking like a whale, and he’s not the one who has to give up her job and hightail it off to London to be a bloody earth mother while he’s got an interesting career.’

‘You don’t have to give up work just because you’re pregnant! It’s a baby, not a disease,’ Leonie said in exasperation.

‘That’s the other thing,’ Hannah said gloomily. ‘Felix has landed this wonderful new part in London and we’ve got to move.’

‘Oh.’

They ate their sandwiches and discussed the notion of Hannah leaving Ireland and her burgeoning career to be with her fiancé. Finally, Hannah said that she just wished it hadn’t all happened now.

‘I did think about an abortion, but I don’t know, Leonie,’ she said, toying with her coffee. ‘Could I go through with it? I remember when I was a teenager growing up, I would have had an abortion like a shot if I’d got pregnant. Mind you, then, I wouldn’t have known how to go about it. There was such a veil of secrecy over the whole thing and “taking the boat to England” was this big, secret shame. But that was then and it seems selfish to do it now just because it’s inconvenient.’

‘I can’t advise you, Hannah. It’s up to you.’

‘I know.’

By the time she got home that evening, she was weary from thinking about her pregnancy and what she was going to do.

‘Darling!’ whooped Felix, sweeping her into his arms as she opened the flat door. ‘The mother of my unborn child!’

She sighed and pushed him away. ‘Oh, Felix, I don’t know. Is this the right time for a baby? We’re not prepared, we’ve never discussed it and I don’t even know if I want it.’

‘You mean, you’re thinking about an abortion!’ Felix looked at her coldly. ‘I can’t believe you’d even suggest that, Hannah,’ he said. ‘You can’t do that to our child. I thought you loved me?’

‘I do,’ she said miserably. ‘I just feel as if I have no choices left. Yesterday, I was a woman with promotion looming and a great future ahead of me. We were going to buy a house here…and today, I’m this brood mare who has to follow you wherever you want to go.’

Felix got up and opened a packet of cigarettes. Then he put them down again and turned to her, his expressive eyes bright with enthusiasm.

‘Hannah, I know women’s hormones go bananas when they’re pregnant and everything, but this is ridiculous. Yeah, you’re upset and emotional at the thought of leaving your job, but they’ve got estate agents in London too, you know. It’s not an end – it’s a beginning. With the money I’m earning, we can get a nanny and you can go back to work. You’ll have a life, you’ll have independence.’ He pulled her down to the couch with him. ‘You’ll have me and our baby, Hannah. Won’t that be wonderful?’

She let herself see their future through his eyes.

‘Imagine, Hannah, a lovely Georgian house with a garden – we could do it up together, a cute nursery. Dinner parties. You’d be the perfect hostess. And we’d make a great couple. When I saw that smug bastard Harry with you, I just knew. I had to have you, to marry you, if needs be. Well, I didn’t want Harry to get you,’ he said.

Hannah’s heart missed a beat.

‘What do you mean?’ she asked.

Felix raised his eyebrows. ‘When you left that night, he had the nerve to say he was going to ask you to marry him, the little bastard.’

She blinked. ‘Harry said that?’

‘Yeah,’ said Felix unconcerned. ‘Imagine him thinking that you’d prefer him to me. I ask you! I told him where to get off, I said we were already engaged and were having a row, so he could bugger off if he knew what was good for him.’

‘But we weren’t engaged,’ she said evenly. ‘You’d left me, Felix. You had no right to say that to Harry.’

Felix’s response to this was to slide one warm hand up under her top, long fingers burrowing into the lace of her bra. ‘We’ve all got a past, love,’ he said. ‘Harry was your past and I’ve got mine. But that’s what they are: the past. Forget him, you’re with me now.’