Forever, Plus One
Sophie Love


The Inn at Sunset Harbor #6
35year old Emily Mitchell is still reeling from the surprise news that she is pregnant. Just married, she and Danielle have no time to process the news as they are thrust into doctor appointments, preparing for the babys arrivaland, in a surprise party, the revelation of their babys gender.

Summer has finally returned to Sunset Harbor, and Emily and Daniel have their hands full with the overflowing inn, their gut renovation of Trevors house, the building of a new spa, and Chantelles reacting to the baby news. They barely have time to settle into life as newlyweds when Emily gets a call from her dad: he wants them all to visit him in England. Surprising herself, Emily agrees.

A life-changing trip to England culminates in shocking news, and Emily finds herself reeling. Daniel withdraws, and as summer comes to a close and her pregnancy develops, she wonders: will she ever be able to settle into this new life?

And will life with Daniel ever be the same again?





Sophie Love

Forever, Plus One




Sophie Love

#1 bestselling author Sophie Love is author of the romantic comedy series THE INN AT SUNSET HARBOR, which includes seven books (and counting), and which begins with FOR NOW AND FOREVER (THE INN AT SUNSET HARBOR  BOOK 1).

Sophie Love is also the author of the debut romantic comedy series, THE ROMANCE CHRONICLES, which begins with LOVE LIKE THIS (THE ROMANCE CHRONICLES  BOOK 1).

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BOOKS BY SOPHIE LOVE


THE INN AT SUNSET HARBOR


FOR NOW AND FOREVER (Book #1)


FOREVER AND FOR ALWAYS (Book #2)


FOREVER, WITH YOU (Book #3)


IF ONLY FOREVER (Book #4)


FOREVER AND A DAY (Book #5)


FOREVER, PLUS ONE (Book #6)


FOR YOU, FOREVER (Book #7)


THE ROMANCE CHRONICLES


LOVE LIKE THIS (Book #1)


LOVE LIKE THAT (Book #2)




CHAPTER ONE


The noises of the bustling yacht club seemed to fade into silence as Emily heard her own voice repeating the words shed just spoken.

Im pregnant.

Opposite her, Daniel and Chantelle wore twin expressions of surprise. Neither uttered a word. Emily herself felt too stunned to say anything else. It had only been a minute or so since the pregnancy test shed taken in the yacht club restroom had revealed her new reality. It hadnt properly sunk in yet.

It was Chantelle who finally broke the silence. Not with words, but with a squeal of delight. Her joyful exclamation seemed to shake Daniel from his trance. He reached across the table and grabbed Emilys hand tightly. Tears sparkled in his eyes.

Really?

Eyes locked on Daniel, Emily nodded. A wave of emotions rushed at her. It wasnt just shock now, but excitement, delight, joy. There was a baby growing inside of her! She was having her own child! She and Daniel had created a new life together. Their love and commitment had brought them this moment of blissful wonder.

Chantelle started bouncing up and down in her seat. Im going to be a big sister! she cried.

Emily and Daniels intense moment dissipated as they were brought back to the here and now by Chantelles exuberance. They both laughed and Emily nodded in affirmation of her statement.

When will the baby be born? Chantelle asked eagerly.

Emily shrugged, still struggling to accept her new reality. I dont know yet.

She counted back in her head, trying to work out when she could have conceived. The baby, though wanted, was not planned. A happy accident had happened somewhere along the line.

Emily thought about the funny turns shed been having recently, the ones shed put down to stress, and the numerous moments of nausea that shed assumed were anxiety. Could they have actually been the first signs of pregnancy? Shed been so rushed off her feet recently  what with the wedding, the adoption, her father, and Roman Westbrook  that she hadnt even realized her period was late. As she thought about it now she realized that shed last had one the week before they married. Weeks ago. If shed conceived on their honeymoon, she may already be halfway through her first trimester!

Well have to speak to the doctor, Emily explained to Chantelle. Theyll be able to work out how long Ive been pregnant and tell me the due date.

It will still be lots of months, Daniel added. So youll have to be patient.

Patient looked like the last thing Chantelle would be able to be.

Can we make a calendar? she asked, her eyes wide and sparkling. So we can count down the days?

Emily beamed, touched by Chantelles enthusiasm. That sounds lovely, she said.

Can we make it really big? Chantelle continued. As big as a whole wall? She stretched her arms out as far as they could go.

Emily nodded. Okay!

With rainbow colors?

If you want!

And glitter?

Emily laughed. That sounds wonderful.

It was such a relief for her to know that Chantelle was happy for her. Sheilas pregnancy had caused a whole host of emotions to erupt in Chantelle, compounded by the fact that her friend from school, Toby, was also soon to become a big brother. Emily had been slightly concerned that Chantelle may act out as a result of the news. But so far she seemed nothing but excited. Emily reminded herself to let her teacher, Miss Glass, and Gail, the school counselor, know about the situation in case Chantelle had a delayed negative reaction to the news.

Daniels expression turned serious for a moment. Chantelle, will you be able not to tell anyone about this yet? he asked.

She looked at him and frowned, visibly deflating like a popped balloon. Why not?

Emily knew why Daniel wanted to keep it hush for now. She wasnt yet past the critical first trimester. This was her first pregnancy and she was an older mother. At thirty-six it fell into the horribly titled bracket of a geriatric pregnancy. The chances of her miscarrying were higher than average. The thought caused a jolt of alarm to shock her.

So we can keep it our special Morey family secret, Emily said, tapping her nose. It will make it more fun.

Daniel looked up, his expression relaxing somewhat, presumably at the way Emily was handling the slightly delicate situation.

Chantelles frown turned to suspicion. Then it disappeared as quickly as it had come.

Okay! she said, raising her eyebrows, suddenly on board. But then, what about Papa Roy? Hes family but hes a Mitchell, not a Morey.

Emily considered her question for a moment. What about her father? Should she tell him before the first trimester was over? Should she tell anyone? Shed need emotional support, that was for sure. She just didnt know who would be best placed to give it to her. Her father had only just come back into her life, after all. She didnt know how well hed handle adjusting to being a father, father-in-law, and grandfather in one fell swoop!

Maybe a bit later, she told Chantelle. For now, lets just have it be between us three. Okay?

Chantelle mimed zipping her lips. Everyone laughed.

Across the table, Daniel reached for Emilys hand again. He squeezed it tight, his eyes gazing at her adoringly, and mouthed the words, I love you.

Emily smiled to herself and mouthed them back. This moment was so perfect, so beautiful. She felt blessed that her life had finally aligned so perfectly.


* * *

That night, Emily and Daniel lay together in bed.

I cant sleep, Emily confessed, rolling onto her side to gaze at him.

Beneath the covers she felt Daniels hand move protectively over her stomach.

I wonder why, he said with a chuckle.

Emily rested her own hand on top of his. I know, I cant quite believe its real. Maybe once Ive seen a doctor, had an ultrasound, Ill believe it.

An ultrasound, Daniel repeated with awe. I never got a chance to do any of that stuff with Chantelle.

Emily felt sorry for him. Daniel had missed out on so much of Chantelles early life, including her birth. Things were going to be so different this time around. Hed get to experience every moment of their babys life, all the firsts; first smile, first sneeze, first step. The thought warmed her.

So when will we get to see our baby? Daniel asked. Whens the first ultrasound?

Twelve weeks, I think, Emily said, realizing that she herself didnt know a huge amount about what was going on. Her pregnancy was something they would have to learn about together. Ill know how far along I am once I see the doctor.

Do you think you conceived on our honeymoon? Daniel asked.

I hope so, Emily replied with a grin, remembering their lovemaking in vivid detail, knowing that the time theyd spent together on their honeymoon would never be forgotten.

Daniel fell quiet then. What shall we do about telling people? Friends. Staff. Then more quietly, he added, Moms.

Emily sighed. Shed been ruminating on it also. Neither of their mothers were in their lives in any real capacity. Both were difficult personalities, both had failed their children in the past. They would likely fail at being grandmothers, too. If they couldnt put their issues aside in order to witness their childrens marriage, what hope was there for them playing any kind of active role in their grandchildrens lives?

Lets not think about them just yet, Emily said. I want to stay happy for at least a few weeks. Can we do that?

Daniel nodded and turned his face toward the ceiling. Emily thought he seemed a little subdued, reserved. She hoped it was just over the mother issue and nothing more. But she couldnt help worrying that there may be something else. Perhaps the news of the pregnancy wasnt entirely welcome for Daniel. Hed wanted to plan their child together, after all. Maybe he was disappointed that it had just been sprung on them?

Emily decided against prodding him for an explanation. Daniel, she hoped, would come to her in his own time to share whatever concerns he had. It wasnt like she herself wasnt filled with anxiety over her ability to parent, or over the childs health, the future, even the state of the world it was soon to be born into! There were a million things to worry about now. It would take some time for them both to process it.

She snuggled down beneath the covers, her mind still running on overdrive, imagining what the future might hold. A son or daughter? Blond hair like Chantelle, or dark like her own? What would they call it? What room should they use as the nursery? There were so many things to think about.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Best to take things one step at a time. The first thing to do was get an appointment with the ob-gyn.




CHAPTER TWO


Emily felt as nervous as a child on her first day at school as she sat on the bed in the obstetricians office, swinging her legs beneath her. Daniel looked just as much out of his depth as he sat in the hard plastic seat beside her. There were framed medical certificates on the mint green walls, colorful posters showing the different phases of pregnancy, and the unpleasant smell of antiseptic lingering in the air. Emily realized she was going to have to get used to this environment. Over the next few months, shed be smelling a whole lot of antiseptic!

The door swung open and in walked the doctor, Rose Arkwright. On first impressions, Emily thought she was dressed very smartly, more like an attorney than a doctor. It was really only the comfortably flat shoes, the white doctor coat, and the stethoscope around her neck that gave her away.

She smiled at them both as she placed her clipboard down beside her computer and took a seat at the desk.

Mr. and Mrs. Morey? she asked, addressing them both. Firstly, may I say congratulations.

She had a warm smile, Emily noted, and she shook each of their hands with a firm, confident grip. Emily got the distinct impression that Doctor Arkwright was an intelligent, no-nonsense kind of person. She felt like she was in very safe hands.

Thank you, Daniel said, smiling shyly. Were over the moon.

Emily was glad to hear him say as such. She wasnt entirely sure how he felt since hed seemed a mixture of shocked and stressed yesterday.

Shall we get right to it? Doctor Arkwright said. She flipped over the first piece of paper and looked at Emily. Im afraid Im going to have to take a lot of detailed notes to begin with. Forms, forms, and more forms.

No problem, Emily said. Fire away.

The first thing we need to determine of course is how far along you are. Are your periods usually regular?

Emily nodded. My last one was just before our wedding. So its been about eight weeks.

So this might be a honeymoon baby? Doctor Arkwright said with a smile. How romantic.

Emily blushed.

Doctor Arkwright continued. The way we work out the due date is to initially take it to be thirty-eighty to forty-two weeks after the end of the last period. So currently were looking at December eleventh.

Emily and Daniel looked at each other, their eyes wide. So close to Christmas!

Then when you have your first sonogram and the baby is measured that can be adjusted slightly, the doctor added. Can you tell me what symptoms of pregnancy youve been having and how long for?

She was feeling nauseous and faint, Daniel explained. From right after the wedding really, wasnt it? He looked over at Emily for confirmation.

I thought it was stress, she said. There was a lot going on in our lives at that point of time.

Doctor Arkwright nodded. Theyre the two most common symptoms to have early on. And often confused with stress. No fainting, though? Just feeling woozy?

Yes, Emily said.

Doctor Arkwright took notes as she spoke. Good. Its not dangerous to the baby if you do faint because its too small at the moment and in a protective sac of fluid. But for you it can obviously be a bit distressing, particularly if you hit something on the way down. Keep an eye on that going forward. Its likely to resolve over the next few weeks but for some women the symptoms do persist. If youre naturally prone to low blood pressure it could continue into the second trimester. So make sure you take it easy. Stand up slowly. Eat regularly. Best to keep a banana in your purse. And a bag of nuts.

Sure thing, Emily said, nodding, already starting to feel a little overwhelmed. She wished she was taking notes and hoped Daniel was committing to memory all the things she was too overwhelmed to absorb.

Right, shall we take a look at you? Doctor Arkwright said, standing.

Emily swung her legs round so she was lying flat on the bed. Daniel stood and hovered beside her. Doctor Arkwright put on some latex gloves.

I feel like Ive been abducted by aliens, Emily said, peering up at her audience.

Daniel laughed.

Yes, youll be prodded and poked more in the next few months than ever before in your life, Doctor Arkwright said. By the end youll have no qualms about stripping off in front of people. Body hang-ups go completely out the window.

I look forward to that time, Emily said, feeling her cheeks warming with a blush.

Doctor Arkwright checked Emilys pelvis and abdomen, her hip rotations, and general joint flexibility. She moved her fingers deftly, checking almost every inch of Emilys body. Emily felt she was a lump of dough being kneaded.

Ill order some blood tests, the doctor explained as she worked. So we know your type and Rh status. Well also check for anemia, certain antibodies, and make sure youre immune to all the big viruses like chickenpox, rubella, hepatitis.

Blood tests werent exactly Emilys favorite things in the world. The thought of having so many tests made her feel increasingly anxious.

This is your first pregnancy, isnt it, Mrs. Morey? the doctor asked as she placed a cold stethoscope against Emilys chest.

Emily nodded. Yes.

Any prior gynecological problems? Abnormal pap results? Sexually transmitted infections? Anything like that?

Emily shook her head and wondered whether it would have been better for Daniel not to have come along to this particular appointment. Shed naively thought such delicate questions wouldnt be asked immediately. She was going to have to get used to revealing everything about her body now. Nothing would be off limits!

Doctor Arkwright removed her stethoscope and slung it back around her neck again.

Now, because of your advanced maternal age, she explained, her attention drawn back to Emilys abdomen, its a little more important for you to take the right vitamins, sleep enough, reduce your stress levels to the absolute minimum. Theyre all things we would recommend to expectant mothers whatever their age, but for you its that extra bit important.

Should we be worried? Daniel asked. About Emilys age?

Emily frowned up at him. With her stomach on display and the both of them looking down at her like a specimen it made her feel vulnerable and somewhat at their mercy. She could cope with the doctor referring to her age, but not Daniel!

Doctor Arkwright looked at Daniel briefly and shook her head. Its far more common for women to leave starting a family until their late thirties these days and the medical world is catching up. Its not as much an issue as it used to be. Really the main hurdle is fertility, which clearly isnt a problem in this case. There is a marginally higher risk of gestational diabetes, blood pressure problems, premature birth. But youre in safe hands.

Emily certainly felt like she was in safe hands. She just wished there wasnt so much testing to be done. It all felt a bit impersonal. Clinical. She didnt like just feeling like a baby-making vessel and would be very glad when this initial assessment was over and done with.

Doctor Arkwright peeled off her gloves. All done. Youre in good shape, so nothing of concern there. Please, take a seat and well have a quick look at your medical history.

Emily sat up and gave Daniel a weak smile, not quite ready to forgive him for his comments on her advanced age. She rearranged her clothes and slid her shoes back on, then took a seat. Doctor Arkwright washed her hands and then came and sat in her chair, spinning toward her computer. She took a moment to read the screen.

You have a good clean bill of health, she said, looking through the data. Scarlet fever in childhood with no lingering aftereffects. Non-smoker, which pleases me greatly. No particular health conditions. Nothing chronic. No ongoing medication use. A slightly higher alcohol rate than Id like to see, but youll be completely quitting that for the next few months anyhoo. She spun back around and looked at Emily.

Were both quitting, Emily said.

I didnt think it would be fair otherwise, Daniel said. Especially since we own a bar with a cocktail waiter whos second to none!

Doctor Arkwright smiled. Then she laid her forearms against the table and looked across at Emily, her expression serious.

Now, this might be a little bit of a delicate thing to discuss, but I couldnt help noticing that on your registration forms you ticked the box of family history of mental health problems. If youre comfortable to do so, Id like you to tell me a little bit more about that history. Its entirely for your benefit, no ones judging here, its just to make sure were keeping an eye on the right sort of things while your hormones are changing throughout the pregnancy.

Emily clasped her hands in her lap, feeling instantly uncomfortable. Talking about her chaotic upbringing was her least favorite thing to do, especially to a stranger, even if that stranger was a doctor whod probably heard it all before and just wanted to help.

Daniel reached over and touched Emilys hand for reassurance. Buoyed by his presence, Emily took a deep breath.

My father went through a long, long period of depression, Emily said finally, her voice sounding thin. For dozens of years. It was following my sisters death.

Doctor Arkwright nodded and kept her face neutral as she wrote the information onto her form. And your mother?

My mother? Emily shook her head. I dont even know whats wrong with her to be honest with you. It could be something psychiatric. But then again she might just be a difficult person.

Shes not been assessed or diagnosed with anything?

Emily shook her head. She was feeling very uncomfortable now. Talking about this stuff always made her feel a bit panicky. But Doctor Arkwright added the information to her forms, acting in no way as if Emilys admission was anything to worry about.

And what about yourself? she said, gently. Did you ever experience any problems growing up?

Emily shrugged. I dont think so. I mean, I was devastated after Charlotte died. And after my dad She stopped speaking to collect her thoughts. After a breath, she started again. There have been some really trying times in my life. I dont know how well I dealt with them at the time. It took me years to even deal with it all. Then when I started, it came back to me in sort of scary flashbacks.

Daniels thumb stroked the top of her hand where it was resting. She would zone out occasionally, he added. Sort of space out. But it happens a lot less now.

Doctor Arkwright remained very professional as they spoke, absorbing Emilys admissions with nothing more than a sympathetic nod of the head. It sounds like you may have been experiencing some mild PTSD symptoms, she said.

Emily felt alarmed. It sounded so dramatic. For her, it had just been something shed gone through, some kind of natural outcome to touching on the memories shed closed off for so many years.

Please, dont worry, the doctor reassured her. Its far more common than people believe, particularly when trauma happens in childhood. When we dont have the language to express our emotions or even label them properly, repression becomes a natural defense mechanism. The important thing to note now is that you may be at a slightly higher risk of pre- or postnatal depression or psychosis. Again, it sounds dramatic but its very well treated these days, through counseling and medication if necessary. As long as we keep an eye on your symptoms theres absolutely nothing to worry about.

Emily nodded and let out her breath. Doctor Arkwright was very reassuring, but at the same time she felt a sense of unpleasant anticipation for what might be in store for her. These things were never talked of. Not amongst her friends, nor her mothers generation. She couldnt help but feel worried about having a higher chance of experiencing something that was so poorly understood.

Doctor Arkwright smiled and handed a glossy folded slip of paper to Emily. Heres a pamphlet that details nutrition, vitamins, exercise, travel dos and donts, et cetera. Take some time to read it and let me know if you have any questions when we next meet. Ill also give you a prescription for prenatal vitamins, which are very important. Well book a sonogram for four weeks time, so you can see your baby.

She turned to the computer and logged in an appointment for a scan. Then she turned back. Thats it for now. I promise the follow-ups wont take quite so long.

She stood and offered her hand to Emily to shake. Emily stood and shook the doctors hand, and Daniel did the same. It felt like the appointment had gone so quickly and was over in a blur, though theyd been there for such a long time. Emily had no idea how much of what shed just heard shed managed to absorb. It felt like basically nothing.

They left the doctors office and walked together out into the bright day.

Did you take any of that in? Emily asked Daniel as they strolled to where the car was parked.

Not really, he confessed. There was just so much information.

As they walked, Emily studied his face. He looked stressed and she wondered which bit of the appointment specifically had worried him the most. Her age-related health concerns? Her possibly elevated risk of postnatal depression? Or just the fact that he hadnt committed every single one of the doctors words to memory?

Its all in the pamphlet, she reassured him. We can read it over and over again. Every night before bed, if you want.

She laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Though Daniel nodded, he still looked tense, his gaze somewhat far away. Emily wanted to ask him what was going through his mind, to find out what the issue was for certain, but he seemed to have shut down.

She felt her own excitement begin to fade away as a result. Daniels attitude seemed to be becoming more at odds with her own. She couldnt see even the smallest flicker of excitement in his eyes. It was just concern, worry, and stress that she saw in his expression.

They got into the truck and drove home in silence.




CHAPTER THREE


Doctor Arkwrights advice for Emily to stay off her feet and reduce her stress levels to the bare minimum went immediately out the window, because Memorial Day weekend arrived all too soon and the inn was packed to the rafters.

Emily hurried down the stairs into the foyer, where guests were milling about in groups. The inn was looking beautiful thanks to Chantelles decorations. Shed filled the place with flags. Posters for the town parade adorned every wall. It looked set to be the best event yet. Mayor Hansen had really gone above and beyond this year, with an antique fire truck procession, the marching band from the high school, and a twenty-one-gun salute at the end. Emily was glad hed organized such a great commemoration for the men and women whod given their lives for the countrys freedom.

Lois and Marnie were on the front desk, both looking rushed off their feet as they took calls and answered guest queries. Ever since Bryonys redesign of the website had led to the inn being booked for the entire summer, Emily had had to shuffle things around. Serena wanted less work so she could focus more on her degree, so Emily had promoted Marnie from maid to front of house. Then shed hired the Magic Elves cleaning company that Amy had sourced for the wedding to fill the void left by Marnie, and had gone on to employ an extra pair of hands in the form of a porter, a young man named Trent, whose role was to carry bags upstairs for the guests on check in. Despite the hecticness, it looked like the new system was working well. For now, at least.

Emily caught up with Bryony in the guest lounge. Her laptop was resting on her knees, a pile of half drunk cups of coffee stacked on the coffee table before her. Usually there were only ever one or two people in the guest lounge, but today every single table and couch was occupied with people drinking coffee and juice, reading papers, studying maps, and planning their days out.

I know I say this every time I see you, Emily said to Bryony as she sat beside her, but seriously, thank you so much for everything youve done for the inn. Ive never seen it like this.

Bryony smiled. No problem. I just cant wait until you get all the renovation work done for the expansion. Itll give me a whole load of new coding to do. New forms. New pages. Her eyes glittered with excitement.

You really love this stuff, dont you? Emily said, feeling baffled herself. Shed worked in marketing for years back in New York City and hated it now with every fiber of her being.

Bryony wiggled her eyebrows. I love it. Plus, I get to see all the mysterious guests who book in. Look at this one. She swiveled her laptop around to show Emily the accommodation spreadsheet which was automatically populated by website bookings through the magic wizardry of computer code. The carriage house has been booked out by Mr. X. Im hoping hes another Roman Westbrook.

Emily raised her eyebrows, excited also. Or a James Bond villain.

Just then, a group of three men walked into the inn. They were all wearing beige slacks and polo shirts, and had varying shades of gray hair. Emily noticed then that each had a large roll of paper under their arms and realized that they werent some kind of traveling barbershop quartet but the architects from Erik & Sons, with their initial sketches for renovating Trevors house.

She and Daniel had approached a local family firm, hoping theyd have a more sympathetic approach. As she leaped up now and walked toward them, she realized by their eerily similar appearances that they were the & Sons contingent. She shook each of their hands, blinking, feeling like she was looking at the same person three times over.

Were triplets, the man with the lightest gray hair explained. Im Wayne. This is Cain. And thats Shane, the youngest by five minutes.

My chances of remembering whose name belongs to who are more or less zero, Emily confessed.

We dont mind, Wayne Erik continued. Weve had fifty-five years of being confused with each other. If we had a problem with it, we probably wouldnt dress the same.

He grinned, indicating their matching Erik & Sons navy blue polo shirts.

Please, Emily said, let us go and find somewhere quiet where we can spread these out. I know were meeting for a tour of the house later today, but Im so happy to take a look at these now.

She led them from the bustling foyer and into the empty dining room, whereby the Erik triplets unrolled their sketches onto the large walnut table.

Emily peered down at the designs, one scroll per floor of the house. The plans looked phenomenal, grand and rather exciting. But seeing Trevors house pared down to lines and measurements on pieces of paper felt so odd to her, so unpleasant and final. She felt herself getting choked up.

Im sorry, she stammered, as tears suddenly sprung into her eyes. The house belonged to my late friend. I still havent gotten my head around the fact hes gone.

It was Trevor Manns house, wasnt it? Wayne asked, softly.

Yes, Emily said, dabbing her tears with her shirt sleeve. Did you know him?

Of course, Cain confirmed. Mr. Mann was on the zoning board so we had a lot of contact with him. He was quite a guy.

Emily could tell from the way he said it that he was being polite about the fact that Trevor was a difficult person to get along with.

He was a curmudgeonly old so-and-so, I know, Emily said with a wistful smile. He hated me at first. But we were great friends by the end.

The Erik brothers look at her kindly.

Well leave the plans with you, Wayne explained. Then well talk more when we go through the house later.

Thank you, Emily said, glad that she and Daniel had chosen to go with this firm. That they were local and knew Trevor Mann was immensely reassuring. But something about Wayne Eriks kindness made her tears come more readily. She flushed with embarrassment as she found herself suddenly unable to stop them streaming down her cheeks.

Im also pregnant, she confessed with a shy giggle. The hormones are making me crazy.

The Erik triplets reassured her that she had nothing to apologize for. They left the plans with her so she and Daniel could look over them at a less hormonal moment and Emily told them shed see them later that day.

Just then Chantelle ran into the room. Yvonne must have just dropped her home following her sleep-over with Bailey.

Mommy! she cried, running toward Emily and throwing her arms around her neck. She bestowed kisses onto her cheeks. Wait, why are you crying? she asked, moving away.

Emily wiped the tears away. Pregnancy hormones, she said in a hushed voice. Then she put a finger to her lips.

Our secret, Chantelle said with a nod. She jumped up off Emilys lap. When does the Memorial Day Parade start?

Emily checked the time. Not long now. Once Daddys back from the store we can all go together.

Chantelle clapped her hands. She loved a parade, and anything where she got to spend time with her friends.

Emily, too, was excited. Not just because she loved the memorial parade, but because Amy was in Sunset Harbor at the moment visiting her new boyfriend, Harry, the younger brother of Daniels friend George. So far, Amy had kept him completely to herself. Emily was growing increasingly curious about meeting him. In fact, shed only seen him once, before Amy had revealed they were dating, and just fleetingly. She couldnt even remember what he looked like, other than boyish. Amy was clearly in the beginning throes of lust because shed been keeping her relationship very private, just as she had done with Fraser. Amy had a habit of not wanting any external sources to influence her relationship decisions. It had taken ages for Emily to get Amy to relent to introducing Harry, reminding Amy that she hadnt let her vet Fraser and that had ended disastrously. Amy had finally agreed that the parade was a suitable place for them to have an actual conversation, and now the time had finally arrived for Emily to meet the man who had managed to change Amys mind about her little old town so thoroughly. She couldnt wait!

Maybe Harry was Amys The One?


* * *

As expected, the town was packed with all the locals and many tourists out in force to show their respect to the troops of yore. In fact, Emily was certain shed never seen Sunset Harbor this busy. It felt as if the place had changed quite a bit in the time shed lived here. It wasnt as sleepy anymore.

Is it me, or are there more people here than usual? Daniel asked her, as they strolled along together hand in hand.

I was just thinking the same thing, Emily said, looking about her to see if she could spot Amy and Harry anywhere in the crowd.

Just then, they saw Karen from the convenience store up ahead. They walked toward her and she turned as they drew up to her side. She hugged them all, thrilled to see them as always.

Its so busy, isnt it? she exclaimed, echoing their sentiments.

More so than usual, Emily agreed.

Its because of Roman Westbrook, Karen said, and she pointed to the other side of the road where the famous singer was waiting to watch the parade. Her eyes sparkled with excitement at the presence of the pop star on their humble streets.

Roman was standing with an entourage, something that he hadnt needed before. Emily realized that someone must have blabbed to the papers about him moving here, and she couldnt help but feel disappointed to know that word had gotten to the press so quickly. Hed been trying to keep his move here a secret to keep his privacy for as long as possible.

Emily, Chantelle, and Daniel all waved at him warmly when he looked over and saw them. Karens eyes widened.

Youre friends? she asked.

Emily nodded. Even famous people chat with their neighbors, you know. Then she added, I do hope these people arent just here to catch a glimpse of Roman. It feels a bit I dont know disrespectful to come to a memorial parade just to catch a glimpse of your favorite singer.

Its nothing to do with Roman, Cynthia said, turning around from where she stood in front of them. Somehow, despite her neon orange hair, Emily had failed to notice her standing there with her son, Jeremy.

Whats it to do with then? Emily asked.

The inn! Cynthia exclaimed. Obviously.

Emily shook her head. I dont think so.

But Cynthia was hearing none of it. Believe me. After Colin Magnus wrote his article on the inn people have been buzzing about it on all the travel forums. Someone suggested Memorial weekend was a good time to visit because the parade is always so amazing. And, ba-da-boom, this is what you get.

Emily frowned, still unsure that the increase in patrons could be because of her humble inn. It was true that shed had more bookings thanks to Colins article. Coupled with Bryony, the marketer extraordinaire, perhaps it was conceivable that her inn could make this kind of impact on the town.

Emily let the news sink in and found herself grinning. She was shocked that her little inn could be helping to put Sunset Harbor on the map, but it was a good feeling. She felt proud of her achievements.

Just then, Emily noticed a familiar face in the crowd. It was Amy, looking suave in a casual black ensemble. She was holding hands with the boyishly good-looking Harry. From a distance they looked like a bit of an odd pair. Amy looked like shed been lifted straight off the pages of Vogue magazine, whereas Harry was dressed more modestly. But he had a film star look about him and Emily could imagine the two of them looking very handsome together in formal attire. Emily was in no doubt that Amy would manage to change his whole sense of fashion within a matter of weeks.

Its them, she said to Daniel, tugging on his sleeve with excitement.

She felt her stomach flip with anticipation. She wasnt entirely sure why but something felt different this time; the ease with which Amy stood beside him, the display of affection from their simple handholding which was something Amy usually resisted. There was a happiness exuding from Amy that Emily had not noticed ever before. Her excitement at getting to know Harry grew even more.

Just then, Chantelle noticed who Emily had pointed out.

Amy! she cried.

Ever since the bachelorette party, Chantelle had decided she liked Amy, and had gotten over their initial rocky introduction when shed thought Amy and Jayne were New York snobs.

As Chantelle careened toward Amy, Amy turned and bent down just in time to catch Chantelle in her arms. Looking a little surprised, she straightened up and twirled the little girl in a circle, somehow managing to keep her balance in her chic black heels.

Daniel and Emily wended their way through the crowds as Amy popped Chantelle back down on her feet. They stopped beside her and Amy became instantly red.

Emily hugged her friend tightly. Then, as she released her from the embrace, she caught her eye and wiggled her eyebrows.

Amys blush deepened. Em, Daniel, this is Harry. Harry, my best friend Emily and her husband, Daniel.

Daniel shook Harrys hand. Weve met before, he explained. Im an old friend of Georges.

Of course! Harry said, his eyes widening with surprise. But it was a long time ago now.

Daniel nodded. I spent some years in Tennessee.

Chantelle looked up at Harry and beamed then. Thats where I get my accent from, she said.

Harry smiled at her, seemingly taken by her spirit. Emily noticed his fingers re-entwining with Amys. She felt a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Behind them, the flag parade streamed past. Then the thirty-strong marching band started, blaring out Hail to the Spirit of Liberty in trumpets, French horns, and woodwinds. The crowd surged toward the road to get a better look.

Do you come to the parade often? Emily asked Harry as people filtered past her. She was eager to know more about him.

Of course, every year, Harry explained. We come from military ancestry. Both on our moms side and on our dads side. So it means a lot to both George and I.

Emily wanted to speak to him further but the band was fast approaching and the noise was too great. She fell silent and watched them, thinking, as she was here to do, of all the fallen men and women.

At last the band passed, but the noise didnt lessen because hot on their heels came the antique fire truck procession, their bells clanging. It was a long stream of them, not just fire trucks but old military tanks, too, clanking and rattling along the road on caterpillar treads. It was quite a sight to behold. And with the heaving crowds, it felt very loud and chaotic. Emily wondered if her overwhelmed feeling was partly from the pregnancy hormones heightening her senses.

We have to follow them to the park now, Chantelle said, grabbing Emilys hand. Thats where theyre doing the gun salute. Quick! I dont want to miss it!

She tugged, and Emily followed her. The huge crowd of people whod been watching streamed into the park. Emily felt like she was in a river of people flowing along the streets, caught in a current. It was a somewhat claustrophobic feeling. The only thing grounding her was Chantelles hand squeezing hers tightly.

She looked around, searching for Daniel, Amy, and Harry. She caught sight of them being herded along with the flow of people. Harry was looking adoringly at Amy, a protective arm around her shoulders. Her expression was serene, as though she were completely lost in her happiness. Emily smiled again, realizing that Amy was completely smitten. She couldnt wait to learn more about Harry once the noise and furor had died down.

As the crowds reached the park and dispersed, the others caught up with them. They huddled around the group of military personnel in uniforms, who had their guns pointed to the sky. Emily felt a sudden sense of anxiety at the thought of the loud noise. Though she knew it was perfectly safe she couldnt help but worry now, knowing that it was more than her own safety that mattered. The power of her maternal instinct to protect her unborn child almost took her by surprise.

Lets stand a little way back, she said aloud, hovering a foot or so behind the crowds, trying to take a step backward.

But I cant see, Chantelle complained. She bobbed up and down on her tiptoes, frowning, eager to get nearer to the action.

Daniel, can you take her closer? Emily asked, finally staggering back enough to be beside the benches. She gripped the back of one to steady herself as a panicky sensation swept through her.

But I want us to go to the front together, Chantelle said, her voice verging on whining.

Daniel knelt down and looked Chantelle in the eye. Emily overheard him say in a hushed voice, Remember our secret? Emily needs to be here, at the back. So either you come to the front with just me, or we all stay together. You can climb on the bench or get on my shoulders if you want a better view.

Chantelle wasnt to be convinced. She folded her arms petulantly and pouted.

I didnt know the baby meant we wouldnt be able to have fun anymore, she grumbled.

Emily tensed. Not because she was worried about Harry and Amy overhearing  she was certain with the volume of chatter they wouldnt be able to pick Chantelles voice out of the crowd  but because she felt bad to have dampened Chantelles spirits. She didnt want there to be any competition or animosity between Chantelle and the new baby. It mattered to her greatly that they had a harmonious family life. She hoped this was just a moment of teething problems, something that wouldnt grow.

Chantelle, Daniel warned, clearly not impressed with her attitude.

Suddenly, the guns started firing. The noise was immense. Emily covered her ears with her hands, alarmed and exhilarated by the sheer volume. The crowd was stunned into silence as the explosive sound cracked through the sky. It felt as if everyone was gasping collectively.

Then the firing stopped and everyone began to clap and cheer.

Amy turned to face them, her eyes bright with exhilaration. Wow, that was awesome, she beamed.

Emily nodded, glad to see Amy had enjoyed her small-town parade experience. But she still hadnt had a chance to speak to Harry and she was desperate to know more about him.

We should all go and get lunch, Emily suggested.

Even though Emily was feeling a little nauseous and the idea of lunch made her stomach turn, she didnt want Amy to hurry off with Harry and deny her the chance to speak to him properly.

Chantelle cheered up instantly at the suggestion. Everyone agreed it was a good idea.

As they left the crowds behind and ambled slowly along the roads, Emily wondered how well shed be able to refrain from blurting out the news of her pregnancy to her closest friend. But then she realized that Amy would likely guess all on her own. Not just because she was intuitive but because all it would probably take was for Emily to turn down a glass of wine for her to guess. She felt a sudden sense of excitement as she realized that very soon someone she dearly loved would be party to her news.

She couldnt wait to see Amys reaction.




CHAPTER FOUR


As part of the Memorial parade, an outside barbecue had been set up, with picnic benches to eat at. Emily thought it a rather fitting test for Amy, who was so used to dining in swanky New York City establishments. But Harry was a local, like Daniel, like she and Chantelle had now become, and he was enthusiastic about the prospect of eating outside. Emily noted the way Amy looked visibly distressed as it dawned on her that she was the odd one out and wouldnt be able to persuade anyone to eat elsewhere.

They took one of the benches at the end of the row, furthest from the busy streets, the music, and celebrations, where it was quieter. Daniel and Harry went off to order them all hot dogs and soda, leaving Chantelle, Amy, and Emily to catch up.

Its so nice to see you, Emily said to Amy. And to see you so happy, she added, knowingly.

Amy blushed and replied rather stiltedly, Yes. Well.

You fit in with the Sunset Harbor crowd now, Chantelle said with a grin.

Emily smirked. I agree wholeheartedly. Youre right at home here.

Amys blush deepened. She was clearly very uncomfortable with the whole situation.

Soon, Daniel and Harry returned with the food, both chatting happily like they were old friends. They sat down and handed everyone a paper plate with a hot dog.

So Harry, Emily began, excited to finally be able to query him and get to know him. What job do you do? Are you in glass restoration like George?

Out the corner of her eye she noticed Amys expression turn to horror. Emily smirked to herself. It was exactly the sort of question Amy had fired at all of her past boyfriends so it seemed only fair that Emily gave her a taste of her own medicine. And anyway, she was genuinely curious. Amy had pretty high standards when it came to the earning potential of her partners. If Harry bucked the trend of being a high-flier, as Emily suspected, it would be even more evidence that Amy was finally properly in love rather than treating her relationships like a business partnership.

Construction, actually, Harry explained. My firm specializes in sprucing up properties. We mainly modernize old houses before selling them.

I couldve done with knowing you a couple years back, Emily joked, remembering the hard work of getting the inn into shape. Do you enjoy the work? she added, although really she wanted to be nosy and find out how much he earned.

I do, but Ive been doing it for a while now and Im getting itchy feet, Harry said. Im hoping to change jobs. I want to be my own employer, open a business.

Emily was impressed with his ambition. She couldnt imagine Amy being happy with a construction worker, but she could certainly see her settling down with an entrepreneur.

What kind of business? Daniel asked, curious.

Well, the dream is to open a restaurant, Harry said. Ive been waiting for the right moment, though. In a place like Sunset Harbor a lot of the business can be seasonal. But things are just starting to change. There are more tourists, and I think we could handle another one.

Emilys eyes glittered as she glanced over at Daniel. Competition, she joked.

Harry was midway through a mouthful of hot dog. His eyebrows rose as he chewed more hurriedly. He swallowed. Youre opening a restaurant, too? he asked, surprised.

Emily dipped the end of her hot dog in a mound of ketchup. We already serve food at the inn for guests, and the speakeasy is open to the public. But were planning to further expand over the summer and have a larger restaurant that serves high-end evening meals, open to the public rather than just guests. Our friends the Bradshaws own the fish restaurant in town so theyre going to give us some advice. I could put you in touch with them if youd like.

Harry looked thrilled. That would be amazing. Thanks. Then he looked over at Amy. I didnt realize your friends would be my business rivals.

Emily laughed. Nonsense. I was only joking. We all help each other out here! And now is definitely a good time to open more eateries.

You think the town can handle more? Harry asked, looking genuinely interested in Emilys take on the subject.

She felt proud to be in a position to be offering advice to others now, when not that long ago shed been the one needing expertise. I do, she said. And we dont have to compete. We could work together to make the good folk of Sunset Harbor want to eat out more than once a month! The people around here can be quite humble and dining out a lot seems flashy to them. Together we could turn that around.

Harry looked more and more interested. Emily felt herself warming to him. He seemed to have real spirit, a sparkle in his eye, a hunger to experience more and reach for the stars. She could see what Amy saw in him  other than his film star good looks and the builders physique she presumed he had hidden beneath his shirt. Amy was beaming with pride next to him.

Heres an idea, Daniel said, suddenly alight with enthusiasm. Maybe you could run our restaurant instead of us employing a manager. Get some experience under your belt for when you decide to go it alone.

Daniel, Emily hissed out the corner of her mouth. Thats a bit forward.

But Harry looked delighted. That would be amazing, he said. Ive been stuck in construction for ages not knowing how to break out, or when to time it, or how to even approach it. If theres a job for me to move into it wouldnt be so terrifying!

Lets definitely keep that option open then, Emily agreed.

She didnt want to rush into anything. They had only just met, after all. And though she felt an immediate friendly connection with Harry she had to keep it at the back of her mind that things might not remain all sunshine and roses between him and Amy forever. What if they had a messy breakup? It would be awful for Amy every time she visited knowing her ex was onsite. Best not to rush into anything, though Emily had a strange feeling in her bones that told her it was a great idea, that Harry had landed in their life at this exact moment for this exact reason.

Are you looking for investors for your expansion? Amy asked. Im looking to broaden my portfolio and you guys seem like a great bet.

Emily was shocked by the offer. Though Amy was always offering positions at her business to her friends, she was cautious when it came to mixing friendship and money. Shed been burned in the past when lending to friends and didnt do it often anymore.

Suddenly, Chantelle let out a frustrated groan. This is boring! she wailed. Can we please stop talking about business?

Everyone laughed. Emily nodded to Amy. Lets discuss it another time.

Amy smiled. Sure.

Emily looked again at Harry. So did you go to college here in Maine?

No, actually I went abroad instead, Harry said. I was supposed to spend a month building homes in Ghana but I ended up staying for eight months.

Emilys eyes widened with surprise. How fascinating!

Harry smiled. It was great. I loved the hands-on work. It was hard going, digging trenches, laying foundations, building tanks for water, but it was so satisfying. And I met so many great people. My parents thought it was a bit of a strange thing to do voluntarily, though. I think they would have preferred that if I wasnt going to college I at least earned some money.

Do you get on well with your parents? With George?

Harry nodded. Oh yeah, were very close. They can just be a bit traditional sometimes. They wanted us both to go to college, get sensible jobs, marry, have kids. So far neither of us have followed the path they were intending.

Chantelle piped up then. Well, when you marry Amy theyll get their wish.

Emily laughed loudly. Amys eyes darted to the table. But Harry took Chantelles comment in good spirits. Emily found herself liking him more and more. She had no time for men who acted terrified by the very thought of commitment. Harry had definitely passed that initial test with flying colors.

Amy turned to Chantelle, clearly wanting to steer the course of the conversation away from her budding relationship. Right, its your turn. Whats happening in the world of Chantelle? Any exciting news? Any secrets?

Chantelles eyes widened at the mention of the word secret and Emily could tell her mind had instantly gone to the pregnancy, which they taken great pains to explain to her was a secret.

Feeling jovial from the meal, Emily decided that telling Amy wouldnt be such a bad idea. She wiggled her eyebrows at Chantelle.

I think you can let Amy know about your secret, she said, grinning.

Daniel touched Emilys hand over the table. You sure? he queried.

Emily nodded. Amy looked from one to the other, her eyes squinting suspiciously.

Tell me right now, she demanded. The anticipation is killing me!

Chantelle looked like a balloon about to pop with excitement. She gave Daniel and Emily each one last glance for confirmation that she was really allowed to spill the news. When they both nodded, she looked back at Amy, bounced up and down in her seat and squeezed her hands together.

Mommys pregnant! she cried.

Then she instantly clapped her hands over her mouth and looked around to make sure no one else had overheard her exclamation.

Amys face transformed into an expression of euphoria. You are? Oh my God! Em! Then she burst out crying.

Emily was surprised. Amy wasnt one to cry readily. The sight of her so emotional like that made Emily well up as well.

Dont! Youre setting off my hormones again, she exclaimed.

Amy leapt up from her seat and ran around to Emily, grabbing her in an embrace.

Im so happy for you! she cried.

The two friends hugged tightly. In her peripheral vision, Emily noticed Harry congratulating Daniel with a handshake.

Amy let go and finally composed herself, wiping her tears away. Then she hugged Daniel too.

Congratulations, she said. Finally, she sat back down and squeezed Chantelle around the shoulders. Youre going to be a big sister, huh?

Chantelle nodded vigorously. Not until December though, which is forever to wait.

Amy quickly counted back on her fingers. December? When did you conceive?

Emily flushed red. Not a topic for the dinner table, Ames, she said.

Amys eyes widened and she mouthed, Honeymoon?

Emily nodded and turned her gaze down.

What are you saying? Chantelle asked, looking between the two women. She looked at Daniel. Daddy, what are they whispering about?

Daniel laughed. Nothing, sweetie. Well tell you another time. When youre a little older.

Chantelle folded her arms and pouted. Everyone laughed.

Oh, Em, Amy gushed. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Will you let me take you shopping to get a gift for the baby?

Now? Emily asked.

Yes! Amy exclaimed. Im too excited to wait. Ill drive us up to Bangor. There is a gorgeous bespoke baby store there. What do you say?

Emily looked at Daniel and Chantelle. Do you guys mind?

Not at all, Daniel said. Ill take Chantelle home for singing practice.

He stood then and everyone followed suit.

Harry, it was great to meet you, Daniel said, shaking Harrys hand again. Lets stay in touch about the restaurant stuff, okay? Maybe hang out with George sometime. Ive sworn off alcohol for the duration of Emilys pregnancy but we could do something else. Do you fish?

I love to fish, Harry said, grinning.

Great, well go out on my boat sometime, Daniel told him.

They exchanged numbers, and Emily felt like the two of them in particular had hit it off. It made her so happy to see. Fraser and Daniel were never going to be friends, they were from such different worlds. But with Harry she could easily see the four of them hanging out on the porch, drinking together, enjoying local events with each other. She could suddenly picture the future, with Harry and Amy married, settled in the neighborhood, their kids at the same school as Emily and Daniels. It was an awesome thought!

Emily said farewell to Harry and Chantelle, then Amy looped her arm around Emilys and dragged her off to the car, bouncing with every step, exclaiming in every way possible just how happy she was for her friend.

Can I be godmother? she asked.

Maybe, but that wouldnt be fair to Jayne.

Jayne wouldnt want to be a godmother.

No, but shed still kick up a fuss and you know it.

Fine. In which case, if its a girl can it be named Amy?

Emily laughed and shrugged. We havent discussed names yet. You do know Daniel gets an equal say. And, again, I must stress that Jayne would be livid if I called the baby Amy!

Amy moved on quickly to her next excited exclamation. When he or she grows up they can come and intern with me! Ill be cool Aunt Amy with the apartment in New York.

Emily just nodded along to all of her exclamations, overjoyed that Amy was so openly happy for her. They had come so far since that time when Amy had been furious with her for running away from New York City. Now it felt like they were closer than ever, like their bond was unbreakable. Emily just hoped that things went so well with Harry that Amy moved closer. Then, everything truly would be perfect.




CHAPTER FIVE


Typically of Amy, Emily found herself being dragged into the most high-end, luxurious childrens store imaginable. It was all beech wood shelving and pastel-colored walls, hundred-dollar quilts and thousand-dollar christening gifts. It stocked everything from clothes and gadgets to baby furniture and ornaments.

Amy, you cant get me a gift from here, Emily protested, glancing about her at all the beautiful items.

Why not? Amy retorted. My best friend is having a baby. I can spoil you as much as I want. Now do you want something practical like a stroller or something lavish like this organic eco-friendly pacifier? Ooh look! Amy cried, becoming instantly distracted and hurrying over to another shelf. Biodegradable diapers. She grabbed a packet and began reading off the back. Hypo-allergenic materials. Rainforest alliance certified. Low toxins. No dyes.

Emily felt a little overwhelmed by the choices available to her. She hadnt even begun to think about toxins or allergens. Shed hardly even thought about diapers and pacifiers! Shed only just begun to wrap her head around the fact a baby the size of a raspberry was currently growing inside of her.

How much stuff is this baby going to need? Emily said, suddenly feeling anxious.

Amy looked at her friend, concerned. Dont start freaking out.

But I havent even begun to work it all out, Emily replied, hearing her own voice rising with panic.

Amy sprung into action. She scooped an arm around Emilys shoulder and led her to a plush Scandinavian-style nursing armchair  that cost $1,400 dollars, Emily read on the sign  and sat her down.

Lets make a list, Amy said. She perched on the matching charcoal footstool opposite Emily and looked up. Theres nothing like a list for clearing the mind.

Emily shook her head. I dont need a list, she said with a resigned giggle. Im just having a moment. Its all so new and strange and unexpected.

It wasnt planned then? Amy asked, curiously. The baby, I mean?

Nope, Emily confessed. But if I did conceive on our honeymoon like we all seem to think, then it must have been the night before Daniel told me he wanted to start trying for a baby. She chewed her lip, remembering how Daniel had booked the entire lighthouse restaurant in order to broach the subject in a beautiful and romantic way, and how terribly that moment had ended for them when she suddenly got cold feet. Right before I told him I wasnt ready.

Oh Amy said, wrinkling her nose. Her voice softened. You didnt want this to happen?

I did, Emily said. I changed my mind a couple of weeks later. I just needed some time to let it sink in. But I must have already been pregnant by then so I wonder if it was just the hormones changing my mind subliminally. And I think the damage was done by that point, for Daniel, I mean. He seemed glad when I told him Id changed my mind again but I wonder whether he kept hold of a bit of resentment.

The pregnancy isnt quite as happy a surprise for him as it is for you? Amy asked.

Emily shrugged. She became aware of all the fears shed been bottling up. I was the more reticent but now that its here it feels so perfect and right. But Daniel just seems stressed. Like theres something hes not telling me. I was wondering if it was something to do with how much he missed out on Chantelles start in life. But hes being typical Daniel about it. Not saying a word. Leaving me to speculate.

Amy patted Emilys hand. Im sorry, Em. That sounds hard. And you could do without that kind of stress right now.

Emily smiled at her friend. I actually feel a ton better now Ive talked to you about it. Its so nice having you here. She wiggled her eyebrows. So, Harry. Do you think this is the real deal?

Amy blushed as the conversation turned, once again, toward her blossoming romance with Harry.

Its going really well, she confessed. Were so different yet somehow so completely compatible.

Emily grinned. I always had a feeling you needed a younger man.

Oh, dont remind me, Amy said, rolling her eyes. Hes only five years younger than me but it feels like a whole generation. Ill mention some pop song that I liked in high school and hell tell me he remembers it from when he was ten! I mean hes still closer to his twenties than his forties.

I dont think thirty-six should be counted as being close to your forties, Emily said, remembering her own classification as an older mother and the slight risk it posed her. She always felt a little sensitive when people brought up aging, even if accidentally.

Fine, Amy said. But thirty-one sounds like a baby to me! I dont like to think about it. Me hitting the big four-oh so much sooner than him.

Youre thinking that far ahead? Emily asked, raising her eyebrows.

Amy shrugged. I guess I am. I cant help it. We just click. Its like everything is easy, you know. Even the arguments dont feel that bad because I just have this sense that well work it out.

Thats amazing, Emily said, smiling to herself. Amys description sounded just like her own relationship with Daniel. It wasnt easy, there were still challenges, but there was a pervading sense that they would make it work no matter what. But what do you argue about?

Time, Amy said. Distance. Obviously.

Yeah, whats going to happen with that? Emily asked. Do you think youll move here? Or Harry to New York City?

I dont know. Im here for the summer now so Im just going to think about that. I needed to get out of the city for a bit anyway. I guess Ill see how I feel about it after having spent a couple of months here. The back and forth wasnt fun but I wonder if once the initial passion stage dies down a bit the long distance might not be so much of an issue anymore.

Emily laughed. Its so funny hearing you speak like this. There was a point when a weekend was too long for you here.

Amy looked embarrassed. Well, it was, she said defensively. Back then. Things are different now.

Youre in love, Emily pointed out. Now you know why I had to stay here.

Amy nodded reluctantly. She hated being wrong.

Just then, the store woman came over. Im sorry, ladies, she said, but were closing now. Did you want to purchase anything before I shut down the till?

No thanks, Emily said at exactly the same time as Amy said, Yes.

Emily looked at her friend, frowning with confusion.

Well have this nursing seat, Amy said.

Ames, no way! Emily cried. Its so expensive!

Amy shook her head. Its fine. You deserve it. And it already has significance to us. We had a good heart-to-heart on this very chair. We cant not take it now that it has such sentimental value.

Emily held her hands up, relenting. There was no point arguing with Amy over this. Best to just let her friend go all out. Treating her friends was one of her great pleasures in life after all.

They paid for the chair and loaded it into the back of Amys car. Emily noticed as she got in the passengers seat that she had a missed call from the inn. She checked her voicemail. It was Lois.

Sorry to disturb you, Emily, but the Erik & Sons men are here. They said they had a meeting booked with you. A tour of Trevors house. Daniel says you have the keys so he cant let them in.

Oh no! Emily cried. Amy, floor it. Im late for a meeting!




CHAPTER SIX


The echo inside Trevors house made Emily shudder. It felt so empty and unlived in. So devoid of humanness.

Wayne Erik drew up to Emilys side. Its a beautiful place, he said. Trevor kept it in great condition.

It was his summer home for many years before he moved in full time, Emily explained. That might account for the lack of wear and tear.

That and the fact that Trevor hadnt really had anyone in his life; no family or friends to visit him. Hed rattled around in that big house alone for years. Emily wondered whether her father lived a similar type of existence. Elderly and alone. Maybe he had neighbors who thought hed been abandoned by his family, who worried about him getting lonely. The thought made her ache inside.

Daniel came up next to her and touched her elbow lightly. Are you okay? he asked softly.

Emily nodded. I just get so sad when I come here, she explained.

Daniel scooped his arm around her shoulder. I know. Its a good thing that were transforming it. Although I know it doesnt always feel like were doing the right thing by stripping Trevor from this place. But you did it with the inn, remember, and that was ultimately the best decision.

Youre right, Emily agreed.

They held hands as they walked through the house together with the architects, stopping periodically to study their plans and compare them with the real thing. The Erik brothers had drawn up several options for how to convert the house, depending on how many rooms Emily and Daniel decided on as guest bedrooms, how big they wanted the restaurant and open-plan kitchen area to be, and how much they were willing to spend. The cheapest option involved doing the least amount of work, keeping at many of the original internal walls in place as possible, but Emily was certain she wanted the entirety of the lower floor to be completely open plan, which was only a feature on the most expensive option. From a business plan point of view, they also had to factor in the increase of income from having more rooms to rent out, but Emily didnt want to just cram in as many as possible. The third floor of the inn already had dozens of smaller, cheaper rooms. Emily wanted this part of the inn to be luxurious, high end, something that would really dazzle visitors.

They stopped in the kitchen and looked over the three plans.

I want this to be the lower floor, Emily explained, pointing at Waynes creation for the kitchen and restaurant. But this for the rooms. She pointed at Cains third-floor plan with just three apartment-style rooms that could accommodate families with space for a living room and separate bathroom in each apartment. I like how youve laid them out so that each one has an ocean view.

Daniel seemed to agree, though Emily noticed his focus was much more on the cost of things. It hadnt escaped his notice that shed chosen the most expensive downstairs option and the least lucrative upstairs option.

And what about the second floor? Wayne Erik asked.

I cant decide, Emily explained. More bedrooms as per Shanes design? Or more restaurant space as per Waynes? What if we were to replicate the third floor on the second? she said. A carbon copy?

Daniel frowned. But then there would only be six apartments in the whole house, he interjected.

I know, Emily explained. But think of it in terms of the revenue from the higher price of the apartments. Right now theres only one place for families to stay, which is the carriage house. But Bryony said there was so much demand coming in from families who want to spend the summer in Sunset Harbor. If we convert this into the family-friendly part of the inn it would be a great selling point. Plus, if we do it this way then every room can be advertised as having an ocean view! That would be an amazing selling point too.

I can see what youre saying, Daniel said, not sounding even the slightest bit convinced. But I cant help feeling like thats not the best use of the space.

Wed only need to have six families each summer to get fully booked, Emily contested.

We dont want to get fully booked from six families, Daniel countered. If theres so much demand, why not double the amount of apartments? Income from twelve families is going to be better than just from six!

Emily rubbed her forehead. She didnt just want to pack the inn to the brim. And more people traipsing in and out would mean hiring more staff to care for them. They would cause more damage and wear and tear that shed need to account for. The costs would be eradicated through the amount of cleaning, reupholstering and towel washing alone!

We can always go back to the drawing board, Wayne said. Find a compromise thats somewhere between your two ideas.

Like what? Emily asked, not sure that there could be a compromise to satisfy both her desire to keep the inn feeling personal while making it as luxurious as possible with Daniels wish for a more stable income.

We could make six smaller apartments on the second floor, he said. Then you can get a range of prices as well.

But what about the ocean views? Emily asked. She desperately wanted every room to look out over the gorgeous sea.

We could try to design them so that as many as possible had a view. But it would be impossible for all of them to. Probably three. Four at the most.

Emily knew that it would make things a little more complicated when it came to the booking forms on the website, but Bryony would probably relish the challenge so that shouldnt be too much of an issue.

Wayne spoke again. Why dont we create the new designs over the next few days and you can see what you think?

Emily looked at Daniel for an opinion. He just gave a little shrug. She turned back to Wayne.

We may as well try some new designs, she said.

Sure, Wayne replied. The rest of the work we can get started on right away, though.

When do you think well be able to get all the work done by? Daniel asked.

Wayne Erik looked down at the plans spread on the table and pondered. Considering were going to redraw this floor, he said, pointing at the second floor, were probably looking at Labor Day for the whole thing to be complete.

That soon? Emily asked, surprised. Shed been expecting years of work.

Yes, for this place, Wayne explained. For the spa over at the inn it may take a little longer as youll need different constructors in there. Pool specialists and the like.

Emily had quite forgotten about Chantelles spa plan to transform the empty old swimming pool. She realized then that they hadnt yet looked at the brothers options for converting that place

Can we look over those designs now? Emily asked.

Of course, Wayne said.

We should fetch Chantelle, Emily said to Daniel. It was her idea, she should be involved.

They left Trevors house and collected Chantelle from the inn. Then they all went into the dark, unused outhouse that stood on the inns grounds. It was cold inside, despite the warm weather, dark and filled with shadows. Emily was glad for the sensation of Chantelles warm hand in hers, and drew comfort from it.

The brothers produced their plans for Emily, Chantelle, and Daniel to consider. The most impressive (and, once again, the most expensive) was to convert the space into a part indoor and part outdoor spa, overlooking the ocean. The barn area in that specific design would have two floors, a spiral staircase connecting the two, and the top floor containing an infinity pool with views of the oceans.

I cant resist the staircase, Emily said. Shed wanted one ever since shed set eyes on the yacht clubs.

Daniel grew animated then. We could design it. The team at Jack Coopers, I mean. Weve done spiral staircases before and it would help keep costs down. In facthe looked again at the plans and Waynes lightly scribbled noteswe could do this paneling work here as well. The changing area doors. The reception desk.

He looked excited by the prospect and Emily was glad to see that glint in his eye once more. Hed seemed so stressed recently it was good to just see him enthusiastic again.

And if we hire Jack Coopers for the woodwork then Ill be onsite, closer to home, he added. I can project manage the whole thing.

I like the sound of that, Emily said, thinking of the baby and how much more relaxed she felt knowing Daniel was close by as opposed to the other side of town. Not that she was anticipating going into labor anytime soon!

Chantelle nodded her agreement. It would make it even more special to know youd made some of it yourself, she said.

With the decision made, they bade farewell to the architects from Erik & Sons and went back to the inn. As they crossed the lawn, Emily was happy listening to Chantelle and Daniels merry chatter and all their grand ideas. But as they went, Emily couldnt help notice the disparity between how excited Daniel seemed about the renovation work in comparison to how stressed and muted he seemed about the baby.

When they reached the inn, Emily was so wrapped up in her thoughts shed become completely distracted. Her main focus in life at the moment was the baby; it was the main source of her excitement, the thing that she thought of last thing at night and first thing in the morning. But she felt like that wasnt the case for Daniel. He seemed more enthusiastic about making a wooden spiral staircase!

I think Im going to head upstairs for a rest, Emily said, wanting to excuse herself and take some time to sit with her thoughts alone.

She went up to her room and sat on her vanity stool, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Why was Daniel behaving this way? Amy had acted a hundred times more enthusiastic when shed told her. Amy had wanted to instantly run out and buy things for the nursery, but Daniel hadnt even mentioned all the things they would need for the baby. Even if he went into his practical, logical, sensible mode and started researching strollers and car seats that would be better than the overwhelmed and slightly stressed state he seemed to be in.

As she mulled on her thoughts, Emily realized then that the only people other than immediate family who even knew about the baby were Amy and Harry. Shed told a friend but hadnt yet told the person she wanted to the most, the person whose reaction would be the best of all: her dad.

She rummaged in her drawer for some paper and pen. Knowing full well that her father had next to no connection to the internet, and only a pay phone in the village which would be difficult to coordinate, she knew that writing to him would be the quickest way to get him the news. Plus, there was something extra special about writing an old-school letter. He could keep it and cherish it for years to come. Holding onto scraps of paper was one of her fathers great pleasures, after all.

She began to write.



Dear Dad,

I miss you so much! The house just isnt the same without you. Coming home after the honeymoon was bittersweet because I knew that you wouldnt be here. I hope we can fly out to England to see you this summer as you suggested. I know Chantelle would love that. Shes pining for her Papa Roy!

My reason for writing to you is actually two-fold. Im not just writing to tell you how much I miss having you around, but because I also have some exciting news. Daniel and I have recently discovered that Im pregnant! Can you believe it? Youre going to be a granddad! The due date has been set for early December.

Of course I would prefer to have been able to tell you my news in person but I thought this would be the best way to get the news to you. Plus you can frame this letter or add it to your hoards of paper, which I know youre fond of doing!

I look forward to getting your return letter. Or, even better, you could invest in a cell phone and then we could FaceTime! Video calls, Dad, can you believe it? Its like were living in the future!

All my love, always, forever,

Emily Jane xx



She read the letter again, hoping Roy would appreciate her slightly cheeky tone and not be offended by it, then folded it up and put it in an envelope.

Just then, Emily heard a knock on the door. She turned to see Chantelle poking her head around.

Whats wrong, Mommy? she asked. Youve been up here for ages.

Emily gestured for her to enter and the little girl walked inside, padding across the rug with soft footsteps. When she reached Emily she folded into her open arms.

Nothings wrong, Emily told the little girl. I just wanted to write a letter to Papa Roy to tell him about the baby. She held up the now sealed envelope. Would you like to come and mail this with me?

Chantelle nodded her agreement. Emily handed her the envelope, which she clutched in her hand, then they left Emilys room together. They went downstairs and out the front door, then headed along the lane slowly toward the mailbox, hand in hand. Emily noticed that Chantelle was awfully quiet as they went. Usually the child never stopped talking, but she hadnt uttered a word since theyd left the B&B.

Are you okay, love? Emily asked, giving her hand a little squeeze.

Chantelle looked up at her sadly, her other hand tightly clutching the envelope. I miss Papa Roy, she said.

I do too, Emily replied wistfully.

Doesnt Papa Roy have a phone we can call him on? Chantelle asked. We could do a FaceTime call?

Emily laughed and tapped the envelope. I asked him the very same thing in that letter, she said. But despite her attempt to lighten the mood, she couldnt help but share in Chantelles disappointment. Getting a cell phone was the last thing she could imagine her father doing.

He did say he might get a phone, Chantelle said. Remember?

Emily did. Just before theyd left for Marthas Vineyard. Shed been wishing him goodbye, something she hadnt had the chance to do since the age of fifteen, and hed joked that he might get a phone to keep in better contact. At the time shed felt filled with hope. Not that hed get a phone but that he would remain in regular contact. Sadly, it didnt seem to be panning out that way. If he couldnt stay in letter touch, what chance was there of him breaking with the habit of a lifetime and getting a phone!

Im going to pray that he does get one, Chantelle said affirmatively. And that we get to FaceTime each other.

Emily nodded, hiding the grief that was creeping up inside of her. I think thats a very good idea, she told the child.

Chantelle closed her eyes and Emily watched, her heart swelling, as the girls lips moved in silent prayer. Then she opened her eyes and grinned. Amen.

They reached the mailbox and Emily helped Chantelle put the letter inside. As they headed back to the house, Emily heard an incoming text message on her cell. She instantly thought of her father. Perhaps Chantelles prayer had been answered already!

But when she pulled her phone out of her pocket she was surprised to see that the name on the screen was Roman Westbrook.

Emily felt a jolt of shock. She didnt want to act star-struck around Roman at all. Hed made it very clear how important his privacy was, how much he appreciated being respected in Sunset Harbor. It was among his reasons for wanting to stay in contact with Emily and the rest of the family after checking out. But she also couldnt quite get her head around the fact that Roman Westbrook, famous singer, mega superstar, was a contact in her phone!

She opened the message and read it in her head, then exclaimed aloud.

What is it? Chantelle asked quizzically.

Romans bought his house, Emily said to Chantelle. The one in Sunset Harbor.

Cool, Chantelle said. Does that mean we can do a welcome party? Take him a gift basket?

Chantelle loved making up packages for the neighbors. Shed created several care packages for Trevor when hed still been alive.

He wants us to come over for a dinner party, Emily told the child.

Chantelle looked excited and clapped her hands. When? When?

Today! Emily exclaimed. Quick, go and put on a nice dress and wash your face. Ill get Daddy!

They hurried back to the inn, both as excited as each other that they would be spending the evening with none other than Roman Westbrook.




CHAPTER SEVEN


Of course Romans house was in the nicest part of Sunset Harbor. Emily felt a little embarrassed as they pulled onto the curved driveway in Daniels beat-up, rattling pickup truck.

We really need a new car, she said, looking out the passengers side window and up at the huge, vast mansion.

Chantelle whistled. This place is awesome, she said.

There were pots containing styled topiary, creeping ivy and roses up the walls, a fountain, and Romans cream-colored Rolls Royce parked to one side.

The family got out of the pickup truck and went to the large, carved front door. Chantelle rang the bell and a few seconds later it was opened by a humongous security man wearing a dark suit and a very stern expression.

Im Emily Morey, Emily explained. This is my husband, Daniel, and our daughter, Chantelle.

The man didnt say a word but he nodded as though hed been briefed on their arrival and stepped aside. They went through the door and into the foyer, which had vast ceilings and pristine tiled floors. The decor inside was far more modern than the outside would have suggested.

They were greeted next by a maid, a young East Asian woman dressed casually in a summer dress. She took their coats and slung them over her arm.

Can I show you through to the drawing room? Mr. Westbrook wont be a moment.

They followed her into a large room with wooden floors, a bright red leather couch, a large patterned rug, a glass coffee table and matching glass liquor cabinet, and a very large abstract painting taking up one wall. Emily caught Daniels eye and they exchanged a glance.

Chantelle, dont touch anything, Emily said.

Chantelle sat on the couch, her feet not reaching the floor, hands clasped in her lap, looking very intimidated by the surrounding room.

This is insane, Emily whispered to Daniel.

They sat also, the brand new couch squeaky under their weight.

It looked like an old money mansion from the outside, Daniel said, looking around. But he must have had the place gutted and completely redone on the inside.

Just then, they saw Roman descending the staircase, wearing his trademark fedora.

You made it! he grinned, bouncing exuberantly into the room.

They stood and he skidded to a halt, arms wide for hugs. Emily felt stilted embracing Roman Westbrook. She still didnt know him very well, even though hed gone all out by pulling some strings so they could have the fanciest hotel room on the whole of Marthas Vineyard.

How was the honeymoon? he asked Emily as he let her go.

It was wonderful, Emily said.

Roman shook Daniels hand. And your jazz band? he asked. Theyre still doing the wedding circuit?

They play at the inn once a week now, Daniel confirmed.

Emily was surprised that Roman could remember so much about them. She was rather touched.

Chantelle, Roman said, turning to the little girl. Hows my little star in the making?

Chantelle blushed and replied shyly, Good, thanks.

Want to see the recording studio before dinner? he asked.

Wide-eyed, Chantelle looked at Daniel and Emily for confirmation. They nodded.

Okay, Chantelle said in a timid voice. It wasnt often that she was bashful these days.

Roman led his guests out of the room and into the foyer, then to a large door. He opened it to reveal a staircase heading downstairs.

Its in the basement, of course, he said.

They all went down. It was very dark and because of the sound-canceling walls their footsteps were almost completely muffled. It was quite a strange experience, Emily thought. Like walking into the vacuum of deep space.

The recording studio was brand new, state of the art. The walls were dark and a large glass partition separated the recording area from the mixing area. There was an old-school 1940s microphone inside the recording room, a grand piano, a large double bass and a concert-sized harp. On the producers side of the glass was the soundboard containing a million knobs and buttons and screens that indicated noise levels. Chantelles mouth dropped open in awe.

Im going to speak to your school about having a choir on the background of my charity Christmas single, Roman said. What do you think about that?




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