Miracle on Kaimotu Island

‘I thought you started going out with Daphne Harcourt that same summer,’ Hannah retorted. ‘Now, they were kissy kissy. And then there was that painted one you brought home from uni.’

‘And Jessica Crosby with the weird leggings and piercings,’ Becky volunteered. ‘She was hot. And now Mum thinks Abby—’

‘Enough,’ Doug said, breaking in abruptly. ‘Leave the lad alone.’

They subsided as everyone always did when Doug spoke, and why wouldn’t you subside when Ailsa’s Irish stew was in front of you? But Ginny couldn’t help thinking…thinking…

So Ben hadn’t carried a flame for her. That was good, wasn’t it? Yeah, it was, for of course at seventeen she hadn’t carried a torch for him all that long either. She’d immersed herself in university life, she’d had a couple of very nice boyfriends, and then she’d met James.

He’d been older than her, his parents had moved in her parents’ circle and he’d already been a qualified surgeon. She’d been thrilled when he’d noticed her, even more thrilled when he’d proposed.

And that same naivety that had had her dreaming of returning to Kaimotu in clouds of white mist with orchestra backing had then propelled her into a marriage that had been a disaster.

‘Ginny,’ Ben said gently, and she looked up and met his gaze. He looked concerned. Drat, he’d always been able to read her face and it was disconcerting. ‘Are you okay? Did we work you too hard?’

‘Would you like to stay here the night, with the little one?’ Ailsa asked. ‘Ben says you’ve been dropped into parenthood and it’s hard. She’s sound asleep now. She’ll be right here.’

It was so tempting. She could step back into the Mc-Mahons’ protection, she thought, as she’d stepped into it all those years ago.

Its warmth enfolded her. This family…

And then she glanced at Abby, who was looking fiercely down at her dinner plate, and she thought, What am I messing with? If there was something between these two, the kids talking of past loves must really hurt.

Joan of Arc syndrome again? Move aside, Ginny?

It wasn’t dumb, though, she thought. There were no white mists and orchestras in the background now, just hard reality that had been drummed into her ever since she’d made her wedding vows.

‘Thank you but no,’ she managed. ‘It’s a lovely offer but Button and I will be fine.’

‘I’ve put together a wee pack of toys for her,’ Ailsa said. ‘She likes Ben’s old stuffed turtle, Shuffles.’

She flashed a glance at Ben at that, and then looked away fast. Noble doctor donating his Shuffles…It was dumb but why did that tug her heartstrings?

‘Thank…thank you.’

‘If there’s anything else we can do…’

‘I can babysit,’ Hannah said. ‘I’m supposed to be at uni but I copped glandular fever and missed the first two months of the semester. We figured it was best if I took the next two months off as well and start again at mid-year. So if you want to help Ben at the clinic I can keep helping out with Button. I…I do it for money,’ she said, a trifle self-consciously. ‘I mean…I’m sort of saving to be a doctor, too.’

‘We’d love some help,’ Ben said. ‘Wouldn’t we, Abby?’

‘And you know, Ginny, it might help Button settle,’ Ailsa said softly. ‘She’ll find it strange just the two of you. Ben seems to think she’s been used to babysitters, so maybe stretching the care might help her adjust. Hannah looks after Abby’s little boy, Jack, after school. The little ones played really well tonight. It might help you, too, and as Ben says, we need all the medical help we can get.’