The Birds and the Bees(41)

She settled on a badge-maker because Danny had one and it was a toy that  he frequently played with, sadly not the case with the 80 per cent of  his toys that lay untouched since his last birthday and Christmas.  Mostly ones with irritating little bits in that became detached from the  rest of the pack and ended up embedded in her foot or snarled up in the  vacuum cleaner. She had ashamedly binned a few toys with missing pieces  that rendered them unplayable with, and there was nothing worse than  trying to reconcile stray pieces with their mother toy. She had felt  quite wasteful about it until Catherine had admitted probably sneaking  the equivalent of Toyland into the wheelie bin over the years. The  badge-maker, however, remained cared for and the pieces were always  dutifully returned to the box after a craft session. He had umpteen  ‘superhero' badges reflecting his various egos. His favourite alter ego  was ‘Dannyman'. He had designed a badge which was blue based, like  Superman's, but instead of the S there was a D. Stevie had adapted a  pair of pyjamas for him with the same design.

Her brain found a tenuous link to Danny's pyjamas and Matthew. One day,  Matt had stuck a paper M on his chest and he and Danny had chased each  other around the house saving the world. She had laughed so much she had  cried. Just like she was starting to do now, in the middle of flaming  Woolworths.

It was useless. Matt was slipping further away from her, and Adam's silly ‘plan' wasn't doing anything to stop it happening.

‘Remember, he hasn't actually seen you together yet. Matt needs to see  you and MacLean together … ' said the part of her brain that apparently  was still holding out some hope.

Stevie fished her mobile out of her bag whilst she was standing outside  Argos and rang Adam MacLean. He answered after five rings.

‘We need to hammer this home once and for all,' she said, talking over  his hello. ‘They need to see us together next time for definite. How do  we do it?'

And Adam, who had been about to ring her with the next stage of his plan, outlined his suggestion.



‘You're going to do what?' said Catherine incredulously down the phone.

‘Follow them,' said Stevie.

‘Why can't he just keep leaving his car outside your house? They'd soon realize something was going on then, surely?'

‘Yeeesss, but we've tried that and so far it hasn't worked very well. We  have to force them, once and for all, into seeing us together. So he's  hiring a car on Sunday so we can follow them in secret and then surprise  them by turning up where they do.'

‘Bit hit and miss, surely?'

‘Well, with the luck we're having, probably, but they seem to go out  quite a lot and they will definitely go out on Sunday.' She knew that  because Matthew hated Sunday evenings in the house. He had always  dragged her out when they could get a babysitter. ‘Come on, let me treat  you,' he would say. Although most of the time she had ended up paying.  She wondered how many times he had done the ‘empty wallet' trick on Jo.  Probably never.

Catherine grimaced a bit. ‘It just seems so much desperation and hard work. Are you sure it's worth it, love?'

Stevie cut her off there and then, refusing to face the fact that every  plan they made gave a spark of hope – then seemed doomed to fail.

‘Yes. I want him back, more than ever. I miss him so much, Cath,' she  said, and it was true. Each morning it was becoming harder not to look  out of the window and see him get into the car. It pierced her to see  them together, but she still wanted to snatch every sight of him that  she could. That morning she had stood there, not caring if he caught her  watching or not, tears streaming down her face, until commonsense  pulled her backwards, just before his door opened and unravelled all her  good work so far.

Jo had kissed him when they had got into the car, as if sensing they  were being watched and was staking ownership of her man. Jo, who had  been her friend, the woman who had gone shopping with her, eaten at her  table, cuddled her son, exchanged secrets. It was almost a worse  deception than Matthew's.

There couldn't be any such thing as karma, otherwise why were they so  happy after causing so much destruction, when all Stevie had done was  love and her heart was shattered?





Chapter 34




Stevie opened up her eyes to a Saturday morning full of a whole  Junesworth of sunshine bursting through the curtains. It had all the  promise of a gorgeous, warm photographer's delight of a day. A gorgeous,  warm but awful day. Her wedding day.

By the time she came out of the shower, Danny was up, grinding his fists  into his eyes to knock out the sleep and then he smiled.                       
       
           



       

‘Morning, Mum,' he said, and she picked him up and cuddled him. He smelt  of sleep and beds and he rained kisses on her cheeks and lips. He was  so beautiful, she wanted to squash him. His love for her was so sweet  and uncomplicated. Why wasn't adult love as pure and faithful as this?

‘How many hours to Josh's party, Mum?' he said, as she put him down.

Hell, she had almost forgotten all about it.

‘Three hours, I think,' she said, although she would check the invitation pinned up on the noticeboard to make sure.

‘Cool,' he said, and went off for a wee.



She left the kitchen blinds closed and set the table in the sun lounge  instead. The last sight she wanted to see this morning was the couple  across the road sticking their tongues down each other's throats on a  day that should have been hers and Matthew's. Was he thinking about what  today should have been too, or had it been wiped from his memory? He  had probably forgotten and was having wild sex right at the very time  that he should have been getting his last shower as a single man. Stevie  presumed he and Jo were having sex all the time. She found that she was  almost getting obsessed, thinking about the two of them in bed together  and their sex being the stuff of films, with no fumbling for condoms,  wet sticky patches or embarrassing squelchy noises. There would only be  fluid, powerful, rolling-about stuff and simultaneous orgasms and sweat  that smelt of musky perfume. She hauled her thoughts away from across  the street and back to the important issue of how to break it to Danny  that they had run out of Coco Pops.



Across the street, Jo and Matthew had just finished having sex and were  now relaxing in the glowing aftermath. She was nestled in the circle of  his arms and talking about weddings. Theirs.

‘I think I fancy a carriage drawn by white horses, and a chocolate wedding cake like Pam's only a lot bigger – three more tiers.'

Matthew just wanted to lie there and stroke her, not talk about spending  money. He had fallen asleep the previous night totting up how much  exactly he owed, and it was a lot. At present rate of payback, the debt  would be a millstone around his neck for fifteen years, not counting the  extra to pay for the wedding that Jo was busy planning. Rough figures  intimated that would cost at least twenty thousand, and that wasn't  counting the extravagant honeymoon. He felt slightly sick.

The clock said it was nine-fifteen on Saturday 3 June. If he had stopped  at giving Jo MacLean his hankie in the car park that day instead of  becoming involved, he would be getting married in a few hours.  Contentedly so because nothing was actually wrong with Stevie: she was a  good girl – generous, kind, warm, considerate, funny, sparky … and there  would be less of a hole in his financial situation. He shuddered and  pulled Jo into him. How could he be thinking like that? He didn't like  it one bit.

‘What's the matter?' she said.

‘I should have been getting married today,' he said.

‘What – and you're upset that you're not, is that it?' Jo pulled away from him.

‘Don't be silly – hey, come back here!'

She let him drag her back but lay huffily in his arms.

‘It's not very flattering being in bed with someone whilst he's thinking about marrying another woman,' she pouted.

‘I'm not,' he protested. ‘Sorry, it was tactless and insensitive of me  even to mention it. Come on, what can I do to make it up to you?'

‘Well, there is something,' she said with that look in her eye. Then she lay back as his head disappeared under the duvet.



Josh Parker's party was being held in the function room in the annexe  part of Well Life. There was a bar there and Stevie was all too aware of  how well utilized it would be by all the dads who had been dragged  along. One in particular, worst luck.

Catherine had arranged to meet her outside and her welcoming smile slid further off her face the closer Stevie got.

‘Christ, you look like shit,' said Catherine.

‘Thanks,' said Stevie. ‘It's not the best I've felt.'

Catherine was overcome with guilt. Maybe it would have been better for  Stevie to sit in the cottage and mope or get drunk on gin until she hit  oblivion. She could have taken Danny to the party for her and let Stevie  pretend the day wasn't happening. She was thinking about it the  previous night then got sidetracked when the kids fell victim to some  nameless bug that was circulating. Well, all of them except for Gareth,  which was lucky, because he was excited about the party and she wouldn't  have wanted him to miss it.