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Chapter 2

‘Jamie Brodie,’ I repeated, stupidly. ‘Yes he’s here.’

The woman looked relieved.

‘Oh thank god,’ she said, and for the first time I noticed she had an American accent. ‘I’m beat, and so is Parker,’ she tilted her head towards the little boy, whose head lolled on her shoulder. ‘And it’s freezing.’

I suddenly realised the snow was whirling round us, and piling up on the doorstep.

‘Come in,’ I said. I wondered if she needed a doctor. ‘Jamie’s in the living room. Are you ill? Is it your little boy?’

‘Oh he’s just tired,’ she said, following me into the lounge. ‘It’s been a long day.’

Everyone looked up as we came in.

‘Jamie,’ I said. ‘You’ve got a visitor.’

Jamie stood up, his face pale.

‘Tansy,’ he said. ‘God, Tansy. What are you doing here?’

The woman gave him a half-smile.

‘Hi,’ she said. She took a step towards him, awkwardly, her little boy’s feet banging against her knees.

‘Oh here,’ Mum stood up. ‘Put your wee one down – he’s dead on his feet.’

The woman laid the little boy carefully on the couch, stroking his hair lovingly, then turned to Jamie again.

‘Hello,’ she said again.

Jamie went towards her and they kissed on the cheek, uncomfortably.

‘Esme,’ he said. ‘This is Tansy.’

‘Tansy,’ I gasped, as I realised why the name rang a bell. ‘Your ex-fiancée?’

Jamie swallowed.

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘Tansy, this is Esme.’

‘His current fiancée,’ I said, frostily. I held out my hand for her to shake. She ignored it and instead pulled me into a hug. I went limp in her embrace. My perfect evening was turning into a bloody nightmare.

‘Shit,’ she said. ‘This is quite a welcoming committee.’

She looked round at my family and they all stared back at her.

‘We’re getting married on Saturday,’ I blurted out. ‘That’s why everyone’s here.’

‘Shit,’ Tansy said again. ‘Oh shit. I knew it was soon but… this Saturday?’

Mum sprang into action.

‘Take your coat off,’ she said. ‘Sit down – you must be exhausted. Can I get you a drink?’

Tansy shrugged her gorgeous coat off and ran her fingers through her hair, which was damp from the snow. She smiled at Mum, but I got the impression she was actually close to bursting into tears.

‘I could really use a glass of wine,’ she said. ‘If there’s one going?’

‘Of course,’ Mum said. She turned away slightly and I watched as a glass of wine appeared in her hand. She handed it to Tansy, who took it without questioning how quickly it had arrived.

She took a gulp, then another.

Mum, Jamie and I were still standing up. Everyone else – Suky, Harry, Louise and Douglas, were all sitting down and we were all staring at Tansy in expectation. She realised we were all waiting for her to explain her presence and gave Jamie a weak smile.

‘Jamie,’ she said. ‘I am so sorry to just arrive like this.’ She rubbed her eyes and I realised how exhausted she looked. In spite of who she was, I felt sorry for her.

‘We’ve been to Edinburgh,’ Tansy went on, giving a little laugh that suggested she didn’t think it was funny. ‘I went to your house and your neighbour was so nice. She gave us a drink and she said you’d come up here. She gave me the address.’

‘Mrs Wilkie,’ I muttered. She was nice as neighbours went, but now I cursed her hospitality.

‘We got the train, and then a cab,’ Tansy explained. ‘But I didn’t realise how long it would take. Scotland’s bigger than I thought.’

I looked at Jamie, but he wasn’t listening to Tansy. Actually, he barely looked at her. Instead he stared at the little boy, who was curled up on the sofa, fast asleep, his dark curls spread out on the cushion.

‘The little boy,’ he said, in an odd voice. ‘Your little boy. How old is he?’

I took his hand, knowing where he was going.

Tansy looked at Jamie.

‘He’s five,’ she said. She closed her eyes as if she was bracing herself for what Jamie would say next.

‘And is he,’ Jamie started. His voice trembled. ‘Is he…’

Tansy nodded.

‘He’s your son,’ she whispered. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.’

Jamie sat down, quickly, on a footstool. He was so pale, I was worried he was going to pass out.

‘We’re going up to bed,’ Harry said. I looked at her in surprise – I’d almost forgotten she was there. Louise gave Jamie’s arm a squeeze as she went by and shot me a sympathetic smile.

‘I’m going to put the kettle on,’ Mum said. She went out of the room, followed by Suky and Douglas.

I felt sick. Jamie hadn’t said a word. Tansy was staring at him, holding her wine glass but not drinking.

‘Just so we’re all sure,’ I said, my voice a bit louder than it needed to be. ‘Just so we all know exactly what’s going on here. You have turned up at my mum’s house, one week before my wedding, to tell my fiancé that he has a son? Is that it? Are there any more secrets you want to reveal, or are you going to wait until the reception?’

Tansy put her wine glass down and stood up. She was wearing a grey jumper dress and boots and she was taller than me. She took a step towards Jamie, then stopped.

‘Jamie,’ she said. ‘Honey.’

I flinched at the endearment.

‘Jamie,’ she said again. ‘I know this is difficult. If you can just let me explain.’

He looked her straight in the eye.

‘Oh you’re going to explain,’ he said. I’d never heard him quite so angry. Well, maybe once, but I didn’t like thinking about that time. ‘Talk.’

Tansy sat down again while Jamie leaned against the fireplace like a disapproving Victorian father. I sat down on the sofa opposite Tansy.

‘I don’t know where to start,’ she said, picking up her wine again.

‘Well how about,’ Jamie said, ‘you start at the beginning and you carry on until the part where you arrive on my doorstep with a kid?’

His voice was very calm, but I could tell he was very close to exploding. Tansy obviously knew it too. She took a breath.

‘Things were pretty bad between us at the end, remember?’ she said. Jamie nodded, grim-faced.

‘You were talking about coming back to the UK, and I thought there was more to do in Africa…’ She looked into her almost-full wine glass, then back up at Jamie. ‘I said some horrible things to you.’

‘I can help people here, too,’ Jamie said.

Tansy nodded.

‘I know that now,’ she said. ‘I was a bit worthy back then.’

The ghost of a smile crossed Jamie’s lips.

‘You mean you were wrong,’ he said.

Tansy gave him a look that was verging on disdainful.

‘The day before you left,’ she said. ‘Remember how awful it was?’

‘Kids died all the time,’ Jamie said, turning to me. His eyes were distant as he remembered. ‘You never got used to it, but we lived with it. We got on with helping the ones we could help. But that day was rough. There was a lot of malaria about and it seemed all the kids nearby were suffering. We had a queue outside the centre, we were letting in as many patients as we could but we had kids sharing beds. It was heartbreaking…’

Tansy shifted on the sofa and stroked her little boy’s hair. Her eyes were full of tears.

‘That day, so many died,’ Jamie went on. ‘So many. And all I could hear was the women crying, wailing, for their lost children.’ He shook his head. ‘But the kids never cried. They just lay there, so weak, looking up at us. Trusting us to make them better. And we couldn’t.’ He swallowed. I was close to tears too but I didn’t want to interrupt his story.

‘I was upset,’ Tansy said. ‘Jamie and I hadn’t been intimate for weeks, months maybe. But that night, I just wanted to be close to someone. To feel…’

‘Yeah, okay,’ I said. I really didn’t need to hear the details of MY Jamie’s make-up sex with this woman. ‘I get the idea.’

Tansy turned her attention to Jamie.

‘And then, when I woke up, you were packing,’ she said. ‘And we fought again. And then you left.’

Jamie shrugged.

‘It was the right thing to do,’ he said. ‘If I’d stayed we’d have been in a never-ending cycle of making up and breaking up.’

‘You’re right,’ Tansy said. ‘You’re right. And then I got sick. Really sick. I had malaria too. First they took me to hospital in Mombasa – then, when I was strong enough, I flew home.’ She paused. ‘I don’t remember much about it.’

Jamie didn’t speak. Tansy twirled her wine glass in her hand. I willed her to drink some more so I could legitimately top up her glass – and mine – but she didn’t.

‘When I’d been home a few days the doctor told me I was pregnant,’ she said. ‘I was shocked at first, but it was knowing that I had a reason to recover that got me through.’

I thought about saying something, then Jamie gave me a warning glance and I thought better of it.

‘I was a mess, Jamie,’ Tansy said. ‘I was weak and depressed, and I didn’t know what to do. By the time I’d got it all clear in my head, Parker was born. Then there was baby stuff, and work…’

‘Work?’ Jamie prompted.

‘At the hospital in Boston,’ she said. ‘And one day a week at a mobile clinic working with pregnant women in the suburbs.’

‘You’re helping people at home,’ Jamie said.

She nodded.

‘So there was never a good time to tell you.’

‘Why now?’ I said. ‘Why are you here? Now?’

Tansy looked at her son again. Her son. I still couldn’t think of him as Jamie’s.

‘Parker got sick,’ she began. The hostility I’d been feeling towards her since she arrived finally spilled over.

‘Oh well isn’t that awful,’ I said, my voice laced with possibly unforgivable sarcasm. ‘So what is it you want from Jamie? A few pints of blood? A smattering of bone marrow? A kidney?’

Tansy flinched as I hissed at her. Then she looked at Jamie again, calmly ignoring my outburst.

‘He’s fine,’ she said. ‘It’s all under control. He’s got …’ she named an illness that I’d never heard of, but Jamie nodded.

‘Is it serious?’ I asked.

Tansy made a so-so gesture with her hand. ‘Could have been,’ she said. ‘It affects his digestion so when he first got sick he got really thin and he had no energy. It was awful. He was disappearing in front of my eyes. He’ll never be cured but we keep an eye on his diet, and there are pills he can have if it gets bad. Sometimes he has to go into hospital if he has a really bad attack but that’s not happened for a while.’

Jamie looked thoughtful.

‘It’s hereditary, right?’

‘Can be,’ Tansy said. ‘I’ve been tested and I don’t have it, so it could be you.’

Jamie shook his head, as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. I didn’t blame him.

‘And of course this affects you too,’ Tansy said, looking at me again. ‘I heard you were getting married and I wanted to warn you that any kids you have could have it too.’

I stared at her. This was too much to take in.

‘I was going to email you,’ Tansy went on. ‘But Mom went mad. She said I had to do it face to face.’

‘She sounds like a very sensible woman, your mother,’ Mum said, from the doorway.

We all jumped and I wondered how long she’d been there.

‘Sorry to interrupt,’ she said. ‘The weather is terrible, Tansy. Do you have somewhere to go?’

Tansy shook her head.

‘We’re booked into a hotel in Edinburgh,’ she said. ‘I guess we’ll not get back there tonight?’

Mum chuckled.

‘Even without the snow you wouldn’t make it back to Edinburgh at this time of night. I think you and Parker will have to stay the night.’

Tansy looked as though she was going to object, then she glanced at her son, curled up peacefully next to her and smiled at Mum.

‘That’s so kind of you,’ she said, politely.

‘I’ve made up the spare room,’ Mum said. ‘I think it’s time we all went to bed, don’t you?’

Jamie and I looked at each other. He raised an eyebrow and I shrugged. We didn’t have a spare room. Apparently, though, that wasn’t a problem. Just as the table had grown to accommodate Eva and Allan, so the house had expanded to fit Tansy and Parker. I guessed that meant they were welcome in our home and the idea made my heart sink a little bit.

‘I’m exhausted,’ I said, standing up. ‘Let’s talk more tomorrow.’

‘I’ll be up in a bit,’ Jamie said, giving me a kiss.

I looked at Tansy.

‘It was nice to meet you,’ I lied. Then I fled.