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Vincenzo sighed as he watched her admiring herself. Maybe pink wasn’t the obvious colour to have chosen but it seemed to have made her extremely happy and that was all that mattered.
‘She really loves it, doesn’t she?’
He glanced round when Lowri came back from seeing the wig fitter out, his heart aching when he saw the expression on her face. She had been through so much in the past year and it was understandable if she found this a highly emotional moment. Without pausing to think, he reached out and squeezed her hand.
‘ Sì . It may not be the colour we would have chosen but it makes her happy and that’s what counts most, isn’t it?’
‘It is.’ Tears welled in her eyes. ‘There was a point when I didn’t think I’d ever hear her laugh like that again.’
‘It must have been horrendous for you,’ he said gruffly. He wasn’t used to dealing with all the emotions that were swirling around inside him and he found it hard to achieve the right balance, if he was honest. He rarely allowed himself to empathise with other people yet it was proving impossible to remain detached in this instance. After all, this was his daughter they were discussing and that made a world of difference, as he had discovered.
‘It was. But it was much worse for Megan.’
She took a shuddery breath and withdrew her hand. Vincenzo managed to curb the urge he felt to reach for it again, only for his own benefit this time. He had no right to expect sympathy from her, no right to expect anything at all. Lowri had been through one of the worst experiences any parent could go through and she’d had to go through it on her own.
Maybe he wasn’t to blame when he hadn’t known that he had a child yet he couldn’t help feeling guilty. It made him see that the decision he had made to be a proper father to Megan and the new baby had been the right one. He couldn’t simply walk away, couldn’t leave Lowri to cope on her own—it wouldn’t be right. Now all he had to do was to convince her.
Vincenzo’s heart sank at the thought. He didn’t say anything as Lowri excused herself and took Megan up to bed. How could he convince her that he was to be trusted? How could he make her understand that he genuinely wanted to help? They knew so little about each other and it was only natural that she should be wary of his motives.
Maybe they didn’t know a lot about each other but there had been a real connection between them that night they had made love.
His breath caught as the truth hit him squarely in the chest. He had felt things for Lowri that night that he had never felt for any woman, including his ex-wife. That was why he had gone to such lengths to forget about her afterwards. He had been afraid of what it had meant, afraid of all the feelings she had aroused and where they could lead.
He frowned. How did he feel about her now? He tried to work it out but it was impossible to make sense of all the emotions that were whirling around inside him and he sighed. It was more important than ever that he understand exactly what he was dealing with. Once he announced his decision to play a role in Megan’s life there would be no going back. He would have to keep his word no matter what happened between him and Lowri.
* * *
Lowri closed the bedroom door then waited for a moment to make sure that Megan really was asleep. She sighed as she made her way downstairs. All the excitement had worn her out and she could only hope that it hadn’t been too much for her. She didn’t want anything to hinder her recovery, to set her back. She wanted Megan to regain her strength because it would help when she underwent the stem-cell transplant.
Lowri bit her lip as she stepped off the last tread. She was putting the cart before the horse because there was no chance of Megan having the transplant unless a suitable donor was found. It made it all the more imperative that she and Vincenzo carry out their plan and yet she felt more nervous than
‘She really loves it, doesn’t she?’
He glanced round when Lowri came back from seeing the wig fitter out, his heart aching when he saw the expression on her face. She had been through so much in the past year and it was understandable if she found this a highly emotional moment. Without pausing to think, he reached out and squeezed her hand.
‘ Sì . It may not be the colour we would have chosen but it makes her happy and that’s what counts most, isn’t it?’
‘It is.’ Tears welled in her eyes. ‘There was a point when I didn’t think I’d ever hear her laugh like that again.’
‘It must have been horrendous for you,’ he said gruffly. He wasn’t used to dealing with all the emotions that were swirling around inside him and he found it hard to achieve the right balance, if he was honest. He rarely allowed himself to empathise with other people yet it was proving impossible to remain detached in this instance. After all, this was his daughter they were discussing and that made a world of difference, as he had discovered.
‘It was. But it was much worse for Megan.’
She took a shuddery breath and withdrew her hand. Vincenzo managed to curb the urge he felt to reach for it again, only for his own benefit this time. He had no right to expect sympathy from her, no right to expect anything at all. Lowri had been through one of the worst experiences any parent could go through and she’d had to go through it on her own.
Maybe he wasn’t to blame when he hadn’t known that he had a child yet he couldn’t help feeling guilty. It made him see that the decision he had made to be a proper father to Megan and the new baby had been the right one. He couldn’t simply walk away, couldn’t leave Lowri to cope on her own—it wouldn’t be right. Now all he had to do was to convince her.
Vincenzo’s heart sank at the thought. He didn’t say anything as Lowri excused herself and took Megan up to bed. How could he convince her that he was to be trusted? How could he make her understand that he genuinely wanted to help? They knew so little about each other and it was only natural that she should be wary of his motives.
Maybe they didn’t know a lot about each other but there had been a real connection between them that night they had made love.
His breath caught as the truth hit him squarely in the chest. He had felt things for Lowri that night that he had never felt for any woman, including his ex-wife. That was why he had gone to such lengths to forget about her afterwards. He had been afraid of what it had meant, afraid of all the feelings she had aroused and where they could lead.
He frowned. How did he feel about her now? He tried to work it out but it was impossible to make sense of all the emotions that were whirling around inside him and he sighed. It was more important than ever that he understand exactly what he was dealing with. Once he announced his decision to play a role in Megan’s life there would be no going back. He would have to keep his word no matter what happened between him and Lowri.
* * *
Lowri closed the bedroom door then waited for a moment to make sure that Megan really was asleep. She sighed as she made her way downstairs. All the excitement had worn her out and she could only hope that it hadn’t been too much for her. She didn’t want anything to hinder her recovery, to set her back. She wanted Megan to regain her strength because it would help when she underwent the stem-cell transplant.
Lowri bit her lip as she stepped off the last tread. She was putting the cart before the horse because there was no chance of Megan having the transplant unless a suitable donor was found. It made it all the more imperative that she and Vincenzo carry out their plan and yet she felt more nervous than
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