in everything. I shouldn’t have left and should have just talked to her. I’m learning from my mistakes.” Wayne ran his fingers through his hair as he looked out of his study window. “As long as you’re going to fix it. I love you like a brother. I don’t want you to be in any kind of pain. You or Tony. We’re all a family with our wives.” “I can’t wait until that smug bastard has kids,” Wayne said, remembering the gloating look Tony had had when Wayne went a little insane after learning about Lily’s pregnancy. At the time she’d been terrified, and he didn’t want to scare her. He’d kept all the fear tightened down. Maybe that was what they needed to do. Spend some time opening up about their fears. He filed the thought away for thinking about later. “Even though I know it will be with my sister, I’d love to see the panic within him. He’ll be older than us when his first is born.” Wayne spent another few minutes talking with his friend catching up on other facts. Once they were done, he hung up and went into the kitchen. He knew how to cook the bare essentials, bacon, eggs and toast, but with a lot of stuff Lily did it better. Anyway, he’d make the effort to do something special for her. He put a couple of pans on the oven top then went to get the ingredients he needed to make her an omelette. Not a very romantic breakfast, but at least it was the one thing he knew how to cook. After he heated the pans he grabbed the eggs and began making the omelettes. When they went under the grill he grabbed a couple of plates. He leaned under a counter and pulled out a booklet. Frowning, he turned it over. It looked like a scrapbook, something similar to what a child would make. He flipped it over and saw a family photo of their family. Wayne smiled. There were a few decorations on the front page. All of them were personal and to make it look pretty. He opened the page and took a seat at the counter. It was a book of memories. Every point within her culinary life, Lily had documented. He chuckled when he saw one of the curries she’d made. Beside the picture of the curry was a warning about the horrid taste. There were several pictures of them and then a section on morning sickness. It was part of their life in a large book. He saw where she’d glued another book underneath. “Wow, please don’t feed me this,” Lily said, pulling the frying pans out of the grill. The omelettes on top were black. He’d been oblivious to the passing of time. “Sorry,” he said. “I found this.” She stood next to him. “I didn’t know you were doing something like this.” He closed the book running a hand over the cover. “I’m a big believer in documenting every new part of our life.” He reached for her pulling her close. Wayne inhaled her scent and knew their life was going to be okay.
Chapter Nine
Over the next week Wayne kept to his word. He refused to take any business calls. Anything that could be handled by someone else was passed along. Lily loved having him all to herself. When they were together the twelve years that had passed melted away. He took her to lunch to take time out of shopping. When they weren’t shopping or wrapping presents Lily was baking in the kitchen. Wayne spent a great deal of time on decorations. He purchased more lights, and at night she saw how awful he was at working on a straight line. She made mince pies and cookies. Several nights carol singers came ‘round to the house. They’d left the gate open to allow the freedom of festivities. Wayne warned about the dangers. He took her to the jewellers to have her ring size tested. Lily refused. She didn’t need another ring. He’d promised to owe her a favour if she agreed to do this for him. “A favour?” she asked. “Yes, I’ll give you anything you want.” She smiled recalling all the dirty thoughts that had rushed through her mind at the time. Lily topped the last of the mince