The Year Of New Beginnings E-Book

Julia Sutton

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

In middle England, Juliette, Sophie, Ann, Evelyn and Will are in the final year of studying for an English degree.

Will it all go to plan, with the expectation of success weighing heavily on their shoulders? And will they be fulfilled both academically and personally?

Find out in the last installment of the enthralling School of Dreams series – an insight into five individuals’ lives; a world where secrets and romance flourish and dreams and ambitions are tested. A story that celebrates the true power of love, loyalty and friendship.

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The Year of New Beginnings

Book Four of The School of Dreams Series

Julia Sutton

Copyright (C) 2020 Julia Sutton

Layout design and Copyright (C) 2020 by Next Chapter

Published 2020 by Next Chapter

Edited by Marilyn Wagner

Cover art by Cover Mint

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission.

Other Books by the Author

The Lake of Lilies

The School of Dreams Series:

The School of Dreams (School of Dreams Book 1)

Visions of the Heart (School of Dreams Book 2)

Student Affairs (School of Dreams Book 3)

Acknowledgements

A big thank you to Miika Hannila and everyone at Next Chapter Publishing, for giving me the opportunity to publish The School of Dreams series.

Thank you to Marilyn Wagner for editing my novel.

Thank you to the awesome readers who have invested their time in this series and have waited patiently for each book to be published.

Thank you to my friends and family for your encouragement, support and kindness.

I have loved creating this series and I hope that you enjoy this final instalment.

☺ Happy reading.

Dedication

For my lovely niece Grace xx

Chapter One

The sun rose steadily in the cerulean blue sky and over the land, tendrils of mist curled and danced. Rain had fallen late last night, leaving the ground damp and dotted with beads of silver dew, and the air smelt fresh, fragrant with the scent of summer flowers: heady lilac and sweet mock orange, the musky undertones of sweet pea mixed with the spicy rhododendron. Blossom fell from the gently swaying trees, lining the street in a cloak of pinks and creams. It was quiet enough to hear a thrush singing from a roof top and then the tranquillity was broken by a chugging sound, a bus turning up the street, fumes erupting from its exhaust pipe.

Evelyn was leaning out of her bedroom window, struck by the beauty of the world around her. Blue tits perched on the nearby telegraph pole in a neat line, swinging and whistling. Their dawn chorus filled her heart with joy, and as she stretched further out, she could see the neighbour's cats rolling in dew dipped grass; bundles of grey fur that made her feel so warm and emotional she felt like a Disney character on the precipice of falling into an eternal void of cliched joyous happiness.

A sudden gust of wind blew back her netting and lifted the leaves out of the gutter, twisting them high into the air. Evelyn shivered, drew her dressing gown tighter around her and turned away. Where to start first on this beautiful summer morning? Breakfast.

At the table she sat, stirring her hot porridge, sipping the sweet tea, enjoying the peace, the solitude, the stillness. Her head felt in a daze, a happy daze of wonder, excitement and a little bit of apprehension. Her stomach somersaulted with the prospect of what was to come, what the day would bring, and a tear sprang to her eye as she considered her dear departed Mam. What would she make of what was about to happen?

Life was full of surprises. Who would have thought after all these years alone she would find love, she would find Jacob. Evelyn stretched out her hand and gazed down at her sparkling ring, a symbol of ardour and attachment and her mind was full of him. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, his gentle kindness and the warmth that exuded from him. Her love for him had grown sure and steady. The days she spent with him had fixed the resolution in her. That he was noble and decent were one of the many reasons why she cared for him. Her heart was full of tenderness for him and today was her chance to declare it.

From upstairs she heard a door bang, the patter of feet running across the landing, the flush of the lavatory, the sound of laughter. Sophie stood in the doorway, a pretty vision in her pink pyjamas.

“Good morning,” she hugged Evelyn, “it's your wedding day!”

By mid-morning the romantic hue had abated somewhat and the house was in chaos. Josh and Jake were tearing around, zapping each other with Nerf guns. Sophie shooed them outside, warning them to keep their smart wedding attire clean. The dogs were pacing, ears pricked with intuition that something big was occurring. They howled along to the music Sophie played, while she curled Evelyn's hair.

“What time is it dear?”

“It's almost eleven,” Sophie replied, “we have plenty of time, so don't you worry.” The curling tongs hissed with agreement. “How are you feeling Evelyn?”

“Nervous,” Evelyn admitted, “but happy.”

“It's such a glorious day for a wedding,” Sophie glanced through the window at the brightness, “perfect.”

The flowers arrived a short while later. Peony posies fragrant and sweet, buttonholes for the boys and a note from Flora wishing them luck. Evelyn stepped into her cream dress; her hands trembled slightly as she pulled up her zip. Into her ears she slid a pair of pearl earrings and a matching necklace clipped loosely around her throat. Sophie squirted her with a blast of fragrance, “it's Beauty by Calvin Klein,” she fussed around her, “Evelyn you're stunning. Look.” Sophie pulled her to the full-length mirror.

Evelyn blinked at her reflection, “my,” she said, “is that really me?”

“Here,” Sophie passed her a pair of ivory shoes, then someone was knocking on the door again. Sophie scurried out of the room, down the stairs. Jake was tugging on the door handle and the dogs were scraping their nails on the floor in excitement.

“It's only me,” Jon Stokes poked his head through the gap, “I'm not too early, am I?”

“No,” Sophie beckoned him in, “wait in the lounge, she's almost ready.”

“I have a surprise for you,” Sophie said to Evelyn who was standing at the top of the stairs, “well not just me, from us all. The university gang.”

“What is it?” Evelyn's heart was racing with excitement.

“Come downstairs and all will be revealed. Be careful now in those shoes,” Sophie and her twin boys were at the foot of the stairs, staring up at her with incredulous faces, “you look sick,” Josh said.

“That's a compliment,” Sophie said with a laugh.

“Hello,” Jon walked into the hallway, “Evelyn you look very beautiful.”

“Jon! What are you doing here?”

He lifted a camera, “I'm your photographer for the day.”

“You are?”

Sophie giggled, “he's got one of those zoom in and out thingies. Very professional.”

“I'm an amateur,” Jon cut in, “it's a very enjoyable pastime. I'm going to make you an album, as a gift from us all.”

“Oh. That's so kind,” Evelyn dabbed at her dampening eyes.

“Your mascara!” Sophie screeched, “no Evelyn. No!”

They stood outside on the garden patio as Jon snapped away, “turn to your left, lift your flowers up, Sophie get the blasted dogs out of the way.”

Evelyn's cheeks were feeling strained from smiling so much.

“Almost finished,” said Jon, looking around, “just a few more over there on that swing.” Obediently, Evelyn trooped over and sat down while the camera clicked, zooming in at different angles.

“I think that's enough,” Jon said, smoothly slotting the camera into its case.

“One more surprise Evelyn,” Sophie pulled her across the grass, “you have a lift to the registry office. We won't be needing a taxi.”

They clattered through the house, Sophie yelled at the boys to come off their computer and to get their shoes on.

“Is Jon taking us?”

“Sure is,” replied Sophie, “don't forget your flowers Evelyn.”

The car sparkled and gleamed in the morning sunshine. It was so squeaky clean that even the wheel trims were shining.

“I had it valeted, from top to bottom,” Jon said, patting the bonnet, “Ann insisted on the ribbon.”

“It looks lovely,” Evelyn gushed, “shall we get in Sophie?”

Jon pulled the door open, “madams.”

Evelyn slid in, followed by Sophie and the boys, “Josh please stop swinging your feet, and Jake – stop picking your nose!”

Jon turned the key and the engine erupted to life, “hold on tight ladies, we're on our way.”

* * *

Juliette was peering up the street with an excited Molly hanging onto her hand. Harry was kicking pebbles into the gutter and pulling at his tie.

“Is Evelyn wearing a princess dress?”

Juliette looked down at her daughter and smiled, “I don't know sweetheart, we'll have to wait and see.”

A car pulled up a few feet away and Will staggered out, “cheers Mum.” Hema followed him out, looking pretty in a lilac sundress.

“Have a lovely day,” Flora papped her horn and drove away.

“So, where's the bride?” Will popped a stick of gum in his mouth.

“Not here yet, but Jacob's inside,” Juliette smiled, “he's very nervous. How is Esme?”

“Crawling,” Hema replied, “and into everything.”

“I loved that age. Molly took her first steps at ten months, she was really forward for her age. Harry was a lazybones though, the complete opposite. Oh here's Ann.”

“Hey, how you doing?” Will smiled at Ann who was being pushed along the pavement by her mum.

“I'm good thanks. I've bought confetti,” she passed the boxes round.

“Have you had a nice summer Ann?” Juliette asked.

“Wonderful. A week by the sea was just what I needed. Bracing sea air, trips down the promenade and fish and chips on Brighton pier. What have you been up to?”

“I've been to Scotland with Ben, and the kids of course.”

Ann grinned, “is he coming today?”

Juliette nodded, “he's on his way.”

“Is she here yet?” Jacob was hovering in the doorway, peering up the street. A horn tooted in the distance and Jon's car slowly rolled down the road, ribbon fluttering in the wind.

“Get inside Jacob, get inside!” Juliette shooed him into the registry office.

They waited for Jon to pull up and open the back door. Sophie was the first one out, she smoothed down her satin dress before helping Josh and Jake out.

“Aw, Sophie's dress is pretty Mum,” Molly twirled her handbag.

“Yes, she looks beautiful.”

There was a round of applause as Jon helped Evelyn out.

“I'm so nervous,” Evelyn clutched her throat, “is he here?”

“Yes,” Juliette fussed around her, “you look amazing.”

“Shall we go inside?” Sophie took Josh and Jake by the hand as they followed the others up the winding stone steps. They pushed the heavy oak doors open and entered the foyer. It smelt fresh; lavender polish and scent from tubs of freesias lingered in the air. Their voices echoed around them as they exchanged pleasantries. Then there was a sudden cheer which emanated from the upper floor.

Evelyn gazed up the marble staircase, watching as a young couple surged towards the steps. Their hands were clasped and they were laughing uproariously. A large group of people followed them down, wearing posh attire; voluminous dresses and extravagant hats that wouldn't have looked out of place at Royal Ascot day. Juliette and Sophie were swept along with the noisy crowd.

“Oh look,” a young lady with striking cheekbones squealed with excitement, “she's going to throw her bouquet.”

“I'll just move out of the way,” Juliette scooted along, squeezed through a gap then yelped as an over excited boy literally jumped on top of her feet.

“Ouch!” Pain shot up her lower leg and instinctively she bent over to rub her throbbing toes, then looked up to see an object flying towards her. Instinctively she lifted her hands upwards, palms open as a dainty stem of roses and ribbons landed into them. The girl with the high cheekbones stared at her with slanted eyes, “who are you? They should rightly be mine. I've been with my fella ten years and he still ain't proposed.”

Juliette thrust them towards her, “here have them.”

“Nah I'm kidding! Looks like you need them more than me,” the woman cocked her head to one side, “is that your fella over there?”

Juliette gazed over, her face lighting up at the sight of him. Ben was leaning casually against a stone pillar, his arms folded, a smile playing on his lips. He looked as scrummy as usual.

“Yes. That's him.”

“Cor, he's dishy, have you been together long?”

“What?” Juliette tore her gaze away, “no, erm, I mean not long at all.”

The crowd slowly dispersed, leaving Juliette room to drift over to him.

“Hi,” she smiled up at him.

Ben pulled her into his arms, kissing her lips longingly, “I've missed you.”

“It's only been two days since I saw you!”

“I know. I must be smitten.”

Juliette's stomach twirled around like a slowly spinning washing machine.

“You look gorgeous,” he mumbled huskily, “and you smell divine.”

She jumped as his lips touched the curve of her neck.

“And you look very smart. Is this new?” She fiddled with his navy tie which was covered in silver stars.

“It was a gift from my niece,” he replied, “you caught the bride's bouquet?”

“Oh yes!” Juliette laughed, “I'm not superstitious in the slightest though, so don't worry.”

“Shame,” Ben smoothed away a curl that had flopped across her forehead and Juliette gazed up at him, wondering what he was thinking.

“Ben!” Molly tore in between them like a mini whirlwind and flung herself into his arms, “Evelyn's getting married.”

Ben lifted her up, “Shall we go get a front row seat?”

“Yes,” Molly nodded, her eyes wide with excitement, “where's your beard gone?”

“Your mum made me shave it off.”

“I did no such thing,” Juliette scoffed.

“Come on,” Ben said with a laugh, as they followed the others up the grand staircase.

Sophie and Evelyn waited as the guests filed into the ceremony room, then made their way slowly up the stairs.

“Are you okay?” Sophie whispered, smoothing Evelyn's dress and patting her lacquered covered hair.

“Very nervous,” Evelyn admitted, “I can't quite believe what I'm about to do.”

Sophie's heart strings were tugged at the look of shock registered on her friend's face, “you're so lovely Evelyn. This is happening. Now, come on, let's get you officially wed,” Sophie paused, “shall I go in first?”

“Yes please,” Evelyn nodded, “oh and Sophie dear, have you got the rings?”

“Tucked safely in here,” she lifted a cute drawstring handbag, “I think the music's started, we need to get a shift on.” Sophie tugged the door and tripping over the hem of her dress, stumbled forwards. All eyes turned to stare her way and she froze, like a rabbit caught in a pair of headlights.

The first beats of `stand by me' swooned around the room. Sophie noticed the registrar nodding towards her and her feet moved automatically forward, towards Jacob. He was clearing his throat and mopping at his perspiring forehead.

“Is she here?” His voice had a strained plaintive tone to it.

“She's right behind me,” Sophie whispered, sliding into place at the side of him.

The registrar, who was a jolly looking, middle aged woman coughed, “where is the bride?”

Sophie spun round, “she was right behind …” the aisle was empty and there was no sign of Evelyn.

“Have I been jilted?” Jacob looked heartbroken.

“No!” Sophie was aghast, “just a minor hiccup … a slight delay that's all. I'll just go hurry proceedings along.” She moved away, grinning manically while Josh tugged on her skirt, enquiring when he'd get his chicken nuggets.

“Everything okay?” Ann asked, as Sophie sidled past.

“Just fine and dandy,” Sophie's high pitch resounded in the quiet room.

“Evelyn!” Sophie hurried back out, praying that she hadn't run away.

Evelyn was leaning over the balustrade, with her back to her.

“Whatever's the matter?” Sophie beseeched, “this isn't time to day-dream about your novel Evelyn!”

Evelyn slowly turned, her cheeks and throat were stained a deep pink colour.

“I-I …”

“Are you having second thoughts?” Sophie's tongue clacked between her upper teeth.

“No! Maybe?” Evelyn looked as if she were in pain.

“That's normal,” Sophie insisted, “I felt the same about Ryan …” she stopped as she remembered she had just filed for a divorce from her estranged husband, “I mean … it's okay to be nervous, but Jacob is nothing like Ryan …. Ryan's a rat and Jacob, well he's lo …”

“What if our marriage is a disaster?” Evelyn's tone was calm, and the resignation in it scared Sophie, “what if Jacob has a change of heart? What if he wants a divorce after twelve months? What will I do then?”

“That ain't going to happen,” Sophie held onto her friend's hands, “you know how much he adores you.”

Evelyn bit her lip, stared down at her feet.

“Do you love him?”

Evelyn's head snapped up, “of course. Very much.”

“Then there's absolutely no reason why you shouldn't be dancing down that aisle,” Sophie tutted, “Evelyn, you are going to worry yourself into an early grave, this should be the happiest day of your life.”

Evelyn emitted a shaky breath.

“Come on lady, get in there and let Jacob know how much you love him. You need to show him Evelyn, you need to show him.”

“Yes.” Evelyn nodded, a determined glint in her eye. Sophie gulped with relief then linked her arm through her friends. Together they trooped into the prettily laid out room.

“Start up the music again,” Sophie said, brightly, “the brides on her way.”

Evelyn's eyes searched for him. His back was ramrod straight, but as the music began, he turned to look and Evelyn was overwhelmed with an acute feeling of love and tenderness. She let go of Sophie and almost ran up the aisle towards him – dear Jacob, her husband-to-be.

* * *

After a short ceremony they slipped rings on and made vows to each other. The women all cried as they sealed their marriage with a kiss, then Jon was organising the newlyweds into position. Click, click went the camera lens. Then they were ushered outside for more group photographs. Aunt Gertrude, sporting a feather topped hat, passed Evelyn a quilted horseshoe.

“It's homemade,” she rasped, her asthma made worse by the humid heat, “I know it's an old-fashioned gift to give at these modern weddings, but it will bring you luck and happiness Evelyn.”

“Thank you,” Evelyn hooked the pretty accessory over her arm, “I'm so glad you could make it. You're the only family I have left.”

“Wouldn't have missed it for the world,” Gertrude sniffed, “You look stunning by the way.”

“It's Sophie,” Evelyn pointed to her friend who was being pulled in a circle by Molly, “she's so good at make-up and hair.”

Gertrude nodded her approval, “your friends are lovely, and you met them at university?”

“I did, but I feel like I've known them all forever.”

“University has been good for you Evelyn. I didn't think you'd like it, but I was wrong. I think it's been the making of you. And your novel – wow! When will it be out?”

Evelyn beamed under the unexpected praise, “not for a while. It's being edited. There's no rush.”

Gertrude changed tack, “are you sure it's okay for me to stay at yours for a few nights? You seem inundated at your house.”

Evelyn smiled, “of course it's okay, I love having people there. That house has been empty and quiet for far too long,” she paused, “and Mam would have loved it too.”

“Evelyn!” Jacob was beckoning her towards him, “more photographs.”

They left in a fleet of cars and taxis heading for the Golden Goose Pub & Restaurant. Evelyn gasped when she entered the room they had reserved. Heart shaped balloons bobbed around the large conservatory and the tables were decorated with salmon pink linen, candles and confetti. Romantic music played softly in the background and a line of paper hearts swayed lazily from ceiling hooks.

“Do you like it?” Jacob asked.

“It looks wonderful,” Evelyn gushed, happiness radiating from her in waves.

They took their seats and raised their glasses as a bustling grey-haired lady toasted the happy couple.

* * *

After a delicious meal of medley of salmon and beef wellington, Sophie tapped her knife on the rim of her crystal goblet to acknowledge the commencement of the speeches.

“Sorry I'm nervous,” she began, hands trembling slightly, “you all know how much I hate public speaking,” she cleared her throat, took a deep steadying breath, “the first time I met Evelyn was on the enrolment day at university. We were there to study the same course and we sat together and got talking. My first impressions of Evelyn were that she was really nice and friendly too … then I saw more of her, got to know her better and I realised what a truly wonderful person she is. Evelyn is kind and caring and a loyal friend.”

Sophie paused as a chorus of `here, here' rang around the room. Sophie felt her confidence growing and smiled broadly, “one of the many traits I love about Evelyn is how humble she is. Not just in the way she sees herself, but most of all with her writing. I've been fortunate enough to read some of her work and the way she weaves words to create a story is ingenious. Evelyn is a fantastic writer, and with her combination of talent and enthusiasm, I am certain that she has a great future within the literary world.” There was a round of applause.

Sophie spoke a little longer about Evelyn and Jacob and how happy they made each other. Then she raised her glass to toast the happy couple.

Jacob was the next one to stand up and talk about his wife and how he had loved her since he had first seen her, more than twenty years ago. In honour of Evelyn he had written a poem about love and happiness. Evelyn was wiping away the tears as he came to the end of his poetic recital. She squeezed Jacob's hand as she got to her feet to make her own speech. A speech which moved the guests with its passion for her husband and their future life together. Glasses were refilled with more champagne and the final toast of the evening was made. Then the waitresses busied themselves moving the tables while the guests chatted. Music blared from wall speakers and the children were the first on the dancefloor. The double doors of the conservatory were flung open to allow the summer breeze to waft into the warm room. The guests mingled, laughing and shouting above the sounds of the disco beat.

They celebrated until late in the evening, when Evelyn and Jacob left to spend their wedding night at a nearby five-star hotel. It had been a gift from aunt Gertrude, along with one of her famous Lancashire Hotpots.

Evelyn waved from the back of her car and settled with Jacob, clasping his hands while he nuzzled her neck.

“This is the first day of the rest of our lives together, I love you Evelyn.”

“Forever?” She asked, eyes twinkling in the darkness.

“Forever.”

Chapter Two

Four weeks later…

Will glanced at his watch. He was already half an hour late and the traffic going into the city was at a complete standstill.

“Bloody roadworks,” he thumped the dashboard, “come on!”

Next to him, Flora shook her head and tutted, “you are just like your father – no patience.”

“Sorry Mum,” Will replied with a sheepish look at Flora, “I just hate being late.”

“I'll have you there in no time,” Flora pulled out of the line of traffic, slammed her foot on the accelerator and sped up the bus lane.

“Woah! You little rebel.” He grinned, as his mum nervously checked her mirrors.

“Just hope there's no police about,” she slowed down, slotting her car into a space at the top of the lights, “can you hop out here love?

As a reply Will unbuckled his seatbelt and sprang from the car, “ta-ra!” he dashed onto the pavement, waving at Flora, who was soon swallowed up behind a vast haulage truck.

Will weaved around the pedestrians making their way into the city centre. Then out of nowhere he heard his name being shouted and turned to see his mate Jimmy, hanging out the passenger side of a white van. He jogged back down the street, noting the sign on the work van now read Mitchell & Son.

“Alright?” Will gasped, pointing to the lettering, “I'm impressed.”

“You're looking at a fully trained plumber mate. None of this university bollocks for me, I'm earning Will, mega bucks.”

“I'm just off to work myself,” Will said with a grimace.

“Oh yes,” Jimmy chuckled, “you still working in a wine bar?”

“It's the student union bar actually,” Will corrected.

“How's it going?” Jimmy pulled a cigarette out of its pack and tapped the edge of it, “haven't seen much of you over the summer.”

“I've been busy with Esme.”

“You been away?” Jimmy lit the cigarette, taking a deep drag, “me and Sadie went to Ibiza. It was rocking, non-stop partying. Hey maybe next year you and Hema could come?”

Will baulked at the thought of his reserved girlfriend living it large in Ibiza, “nah, we've got Esme to think of now. Somehow I don't think she'd enjoy the foam parties and the beach raves.”

“Suppose not,” Jimmy grinned, “I still can't believe that my best mate is all settled down. You're not even twenty man.”

“Well I am settled down and a fully functioning mature adult, so you better accept it.”

“Just kidding,” Jimmy slapped Will's upper arm, “how much longer you got left at uni then?”

“Last year,” Will replied, kicking at a ketchup-smeared chip wrapper which was trying to wind itself around his ankles.

“So what will you do? When you've finally graduated and grown up?”

“Journalism.”

Jimmy coughed, “as in working for a newspaper?”

“Yep.”

“That would be cool, especially if you covered sports news. Does your dad know?”

“Not yet,” Will replied.

“Are you sure about journalism?” Jimmy frowned, “Dad would give you a job tomorrow as an apprentice if you wanted it Will.”

“I'm sure,” Will said with determination, “I've been thinking about it all summer. Thanks anyway, but I'm not wasting my degree on something completely unrelated. Plumbing's not for me.”

Jimmy nodded, a look of respect flickering over his features, “you were always different, even at school. I knew you'd do something awesome with your life. Maybe I should go to uni, huh?”

“Why not?” Will replied, “it's not too late mate. You're going to be working for the rest of your life – do something you love Jimmy, don't settle, don't just exist.”

“What could I do?” Jimmy laughed, “I'm a manual worker Will, it runs in the family, it's what I'm used to.”

“You wanted to join the police,” Will reminded him with his eyebrows arched, “can't you remember when we were little, playing cops and robbers, and you always had to be the big powerful detective.”

Jimmy threw back his head and guffawed, “it wasn't real Will. It was just a dream.”

“Then why don't you make your dreams come true for a change,” Will shrugged, “just saying.”

There elapsed a moment of silence between them, which was broken by the thundering of a motorbike whizzing past.

“I really have to go,” Will backed away, “but Esme's one today, we're having a party, nothing fancy, just a little celebration, come and see her, bring Sadie too.”

Jimmy lifted up his hand, “we'll be there buddy, see you later?”

“You betcha!”

Will ran the rest of the way. Past the row of banks and trendy wine bars, through the church grounds until he finally reached the university. There were a lot of people milling about, come to visit on one of the universities many open days. A plastic sheet declaring welcome flapped high above the entrance. Will slowed to a quick gait, nodding at the staff he had come to recognise over the last two years of being here. One of the librarians accosted him; asking him to help push a crate full of books to the learning centre.

“Thank you,” she said gratefully, tucking behind a damp tendril of hair which had escaped from its high bun, “erm … what was your name?”

“Will,” he grinned, “do you need me to put these on some of the shelves?”

“Oh no. They have to be checked in, logged onto the system, coded and sorted into topics,” she blushed, “but thank you for the offer.”

“No probs,” Will was off again, down a steep flight of stairs into the student union bar.

Gladys the cleaner was sprawled across the bar, gazing at the manager's derriere with a lascivious gleam in her eye. Will crept up behind her and grabbed hold of her waist, “caught ya!”

Up went her tin of polish and duster as she yelled out in surprise. The tin of polish landed on Will's head.

“Serves ya right,” she blustered, “you coulda' given me a coronary.”

“Ah Gladys, but Mick would have given you the kiss of life,” Will laughed, ducking away from her.

“Eh! You daft bugger.”

Mick stretched up to his full height of six foot four, “alright our Will? How's your summer been?”

“Great ta,” Will replied, looking around the deserted room, “where is everyone?”

Mick shrugged with an air of resigned nonchalance, “seems like the prospective students don't want Mum and Dad knowing about this place.”

“This is the hub of the university,” Will declared, “don't worry, this bar will soon be buzzing, especially when news gets around what brilliant cocktail makers the bar staff are.”

“Let's hope so,” Mick said sourly, “or you'll be outta a job. Now Gladys, stop fawning all over my clean bar, go and clean out the lavs or someut.”

“I don't have to put with that kind of chat,” Gladys threw Mick a stern look, “there's rules about bullying in the workplace.” She ambled off, chuntering under her breath.

“Are you sure you need me in today?” Will glanced around.

“Yep,” Mick emitted a huge sigh, “we had a delivery late last night that still needs organising, the stockroom looks like a bomb's exploded in it and I've got that much paperwork I feel like I'm the one doing an English degree, not you!”

Will picked up a crate, “I'll start with the alco-pops then shall I?”

* * *

Later that afternoon, Will walked into the city centre, heading for the toy stores. Hema had already spent a fortune on birthday presents, but Will had some extra cash burning a hole in his pocket, so maybe one or two more gifts added to the pile wouldn't hurt. Will caught the bus back with his hands full of carriers; a giant teddy for Esme to clamber all over, a complex looking bath toy which promised to provide hours of fun, and an electronic book for parent and child to read together.

`Where are you?' Hema's text pinged into his message box.

`Coming babe,' Will's succinct reply seemed to appease his girlfriend as he heard no more from her. He settled back with his iPod blaring popular indie music and hopped off twenty minutes later. Will was strolling casually down the street, when Ruby the family border collie shot towards him, tail wagging frantically.

“Who let you out?” Will grabbed hold of her collar and watched bemused as Hema hurried towards him, clad in her furry slippers and a cotton playsuit which revealed a considerable amount of thigh.

“What took you so long?” Hema berated, looking hot and frazzled.

“What's up?”

“Our mothers are what's up!” Hema puffed her cheeks out theatrically, “they're taking over Will, butting in and bossing.”

“My mum?” Will was surprised to hear Hema talking negatively of Flora; they were usually so close. Shivani on the other hand…

“Yes even Flora! It's like it's a competition; see who can organise the most elaborate first birthday party ever,” Hema sighed, “Mum seems to think that Indian food is going to be more popular than Flora's jam sandwiches and teacakes. I just had to get out of there.”

“Where's Dad?”

“He's sloped off to the pool again, leaving me to deal with them. Oh and guess what? Uncle Evan is on his way.”

“That's all we need,” Will mumbled, “hey, I saw Jimmy. I've invited him and Sadie.” Will paused as Hema's mouth turned into a sulky pout, “that is okay isn't it?”

“I suppose so!” Hema's tone was lifting higher and higher, “but I hope you told them there's no alcohol Will. That's all those two seem to think about now-a-days.”

“They're young and have no responsibilities,” Will shrugged, “we'd be the same.”

“Would we?” Hema looked sceptical, “do we really want Esme seeing their drunken behaviour? They're not good role models Will, fawning over each other, swigging from bottles of vodka, smoking wacky backy!”

“So you won't be coming to Ibiza then?”

“What?!”

Will pulled her into his arms, “just joking. Leave it to me, I'll sort out the interfering Grannies.”

“Good,” Hema sniffed, “what have you got there?”

“More awesome presents!”

“Will, our daughter is going to be so spoilt.”

“It's her first birthday – we're allowed to spoil her, it's not like we splash out on toys all year round.”

“I suppose so,” Hema replied with a sniff, “my hay fever has been horrendous today, I feel ill.”

“Take a tablet,” Will advised, “go and have a lie down and I'll finish off the arrangements.”

Hema looked like the weight of the world had been removed from her shoulders, “thank you,” she said, her voice back to being girly and breathless, “love you.”

“Love you too.”

* * *

“This book is so romantic,” Juliette relaxed back on the swinging sun lounger with a dreamy sigh.

“Is it on the university's year three reading list?” Ben was standing at the other end of the garden, hosepipe in hand, regarding her with amused eyes.

“Erm, are Mills and Boon indicative reading for an English degree now-a-days?”

Ben laughed, “what's it about?”

“Well basically a devoted caring nurse falls for a gorgeous powerful doctor. There are lots of obstacles in their way; an irate ex, a vicious mother-in-law, the poor / rich scenario which always causes problems. But…”

“Yes?” Ben squirted his bedding plants.

“Of course, true love prevails.”

“Soppy fairy-tale ending?”

“Bound to be,” Juliette sucked her ice lolly, aware that Ben's attention was firmly on her mouth.

“Any sex?” He asked, casually.

“Dr Rivers really!” Juliette gave him a disapproving glance.

“So there's none then?” Ben looked disappointed.

“Just a little,” Juliette smiled widely, “in fact I'm getting to a rather saucy scene. Boy this doctor is hot…arghhh,” Juliette screamed as a jet of freezing cold water drenched her, almost tipping her from her seat.

“Oops sorry, thought you needed cooling down.”

“Right!” Juliette sprang up, dashing into the utility she picked up a bowl of water and ran towards Ben, ejecting it in a wave over him. It covered his head and torso, dripped from his stubbly chin.

“Oh you are a bad, bad girl, Juliette,” Ben was chuckling as he waved the streaming hosepipe in his hand, “I think you need punishing.”

“Who do you think you are?” Juliette taunted, “Christian Gray?”

She was cut off by a stream of water which hit her face and neck, “okay sorry,” she spluttered, “you are way nicer than him,”

“Better looking?” Ben aimed the nozzle at her bare thighs.

“YES!!!” She screamed, “sexy as…”

“I don't believe you Juliette,” Ben directed the water at her blouse, making it stick to her skin provocatively, “you're going to have to show me.”

“Stop! Stop! Please stop,” Juliette danced as the water hit her feet, “I'll do anything you want.”

“Anything?” Ben chucked the hosepipe down. In two strides he had reached her, lifting her into his arms, he carried her into the house.

“Ben your carpet,” Juliette clung onto him, burying his face into his neck.

“It will dry.”

“You really want to do this now?”

“Now Juliette!” He bounded up the stairs with her in his arms, into the bathroom where he set her down and banged the door shut.

“You're covered in grass,” Ben chuckled, pulling off her sopping wet t-shirt.

“I wonder why,” Juliette's hands went underneath his t-shirt, curling into the hair on his chest. She stepped out of her shorts and underwear, shivering at the wanton lust evident on his face. He pushed her back into the shower cubicle, opening her lips with his own, “I love you,” he said urgently, lifting her arms up so her erect nipples squashed against his bare skin.

“Oh,” Juliette gasped as a stream of warm water covered them both.

“Do you love me?” He rasped.

“So much,” Juliette nodded fervently, “I love you so much.”

Then she wrapped herself around him, clinging to him as he nipped at her throat and made passionate love to her, steaming the mirrors with their heat and their chemistry, until they both found their release and, sated, sank down onto the floor of the shower, wrapped in each other's arms.

“Ben,” Juliette said sleepily, “I think you left the hosepipe on.”

* * *

Three weeks prior to her first birthday Esme Bentley decided she had spent far too much time on her hands and knees crawling, so on a warm Sunday afternoon, when the entire family were lolling in armchairs snoozing, she grabbed hold of the chair leg and with all her might pulled herself into a standing position. This elicited a happy cry from Esme and made Will open one sleepy eye. He watched fascinated as she let go of the armchair and took a total of ten wobbly steps before falling back on her padded behind.

“Jesus!” He sprang to his feet, searching frantically for his phone, which had become wedged down the side of the cushion.

Flora stretched her tingling toes, gazed at her son and was just about to chastise him for taking the Lord's name in vain when Esme grabbed hold of her leg and pulled herself to her feet again. This time she managed to cross the entire sitting room floor on shaky ballerina tiptoes. At the other end she clung onto the coffee table and chuckled at her new found sense of freedom. Then everyone was wide awake and a plethora of camera clicking ensued.

“You clever, clever girl,” Hema called to her daughter with exaggerated pride. Esme blew a raspberry in return and was off again, trotting to the fireplace, which had been covered with a metal fireguard which she clung onto. That's when the fun for Esme really started and the worry for all the adults in the house intensified.

So, on her first birthday, Hema had spent most of the day running around after her energetic daughter. Flora had been vacuuming and polishing in preparation for the tea party. Then Shivani and Daljeet arrived an hour early, carrying foil trays laden with Indian delicacies.

“Are those jam sandwiches, Flora?” Shivani asked with evident disbelief in her voice.

“Yes,” Flora smiled brightly, “I've made strawberry and damson jelly, Esme loves them.”

“But what are there for the adults?” Shivani wrapped her gossamer scarlet shawl across her shoulder, casting a critical eye over the table of food.

“Oh we all love them too,” Flora replied, “especially Max.”

Shivani's eyebrows shot up, “a headteacher eats jam sandwiches?”

“Yes,” Flora was perplexed by the ridicule emanating from Shivani, “but I've also made banana butties too, so people have a choice.”

“Banana,” Shivani shook her head, “well maybe it's good that I thought to make some bhajis and samosas, so the guests will have some adult variety.”

Flora's bottom lip trembled and Hema jumped to her defence, “Will and I wanted a traditional tea party, Flora's done a grand job and I've even made fairy cakes.”

“You used to prefer sultana cake,” Shivani stared at her pointedly. Then Hema disappeared in a desperate attempt to find Will, before things became a little too heated in Flora's kitchen.

Will sauntered in with Esme in his arms, hair sticking up and an air of chilled out ambience surrounding him.

“My granddaughter is walking!” Shivani clapped her hands, “and what smart shoes she has on. They are Clarks?”

“Of course,” Will replied smoothly, “only the best for princess.” He omitted the fact that Hema had purchased them from a local car boot sale, never been worn, box included. `Probably nicked' had been Will's satisfied verdict at the time.

He passed his daughter into Shivani's outstretched arms and ambled over to Flora, who was stirring jelly into small ramekin pots, “you okay?” He whispered. Flora bit her lip, gave a small nod.

“Stay sweet,” Will advised, “leave the monster-in-law to me. Shivani,” he turned with a bright smile, “is Daljeet not here?”

“Yes,” Shivani looked surprised, “he's sitting in the garden I think.”

“He is,” Flora confirmed, peering above the half netting, “Will, take Daljeet a beer. There are cool ones in the chiller box.”

Will grabbed two, snapping the caps off, “would you like wine Shivani? And maybe we can sit outside too, leave Mum to organise everything.”

Shivani looked around doubtfully, “well I suppose so, if Flora's sure she's okay?”

Flora wiped her hands on her pinafore and beamed at her guest, “you go with Will Shivani, I'm almost finished up here and I'm sure Esme will want to show her nanna how she can toddle around the garden.”

Shivani followed Will outside, with a keenness to explore Esme wriggling in her arms.

“Ah Will, you are looking well!” Daljeet rose to his feet as Will set the bottles down on the glass garden table.

“And my poti - she is on the move!” Daljeet laughed heartily at the sight of Shivani tripping over her sari as she scurried after Esme.

“Yes. Now the fun begins.”

The conversation turned to football. As they were debating Chattlesbury Football Club's chance in the Premiership, Max joined them on the patio, looking relaxed and ultra-cool in a pair of expensive designer sunglasses. He shook hands with Daljeet before reclining on top of Flora's cushioned sun lounger.

“You okay there, Dad?”

“Never better,” Max replied, leaning back with his arms raised above his head.

“I hear that you have resigned! Is that true?” Daljeet surveyed Max with a look of horror and shock.

“It is,” Max flicked back his wet hair and smiled, showing pearly white straight teeth.

“But why?!” Daljeet looked aghast with what he perceived to be Max's impulsive and irresponsible behaviour.

“To live Daljeet, to be happy.”

“But … but,” Daljeet's lips were flapping wildly, “how on earth are you going to cope?”

“My sentiments exactly,” Uncle Evan boomed, plodding towards them, “the daft bugger must be going through the male menopause. He'll be dying his hair and taking up golf next!”

Will sniggered, casting a look at his dad who looked completely unperturbed by this attack on his character.

Uncle Evan's rant continued, “how the devil will you cope financially, old boy? And further still, how is my poor sister going to cope with you moping about the house day and night? She told Grace you've informed the governors of St Mary's that there's no chance that you'll be returning in September? Utterly preposterous behaviour!”

Daljeet nodded in agreement, then Shivani piped up, “a man's place is to be the breadwinner. No wonder Flora is stressed, what with her job and a house to run. If you're not careful Max, your wife will be ill.”

“Here, here,” Evan clapped along boisterously.

Max popped a stick of gum in his mouth and chewed it thoughtfully, “Flora's right – I'm done with the world of education and I'm never setting foot in a school again!”

Up went Evan's hands, “now you sound like Will! I expect that kind of tantrum talk off my almost grown nephew.”

Will stopped laughing, “now hang on.” His eyes narrowed, as he regarded his red-faced uncle.

“Leave Max alone,” Flora tutted, as she surveyed them all from the kitchen doorway, “I can hear you upstairs – what must the neighbours think?”

“Well it's damned irresponsible,” Evan blustered, “you shouldn't have to bear the financial brunt of Max's mid-life crisis, Flora.”

“Max is going to get a part time job and, in the meantime,, we have enough savings to live off comfortably for quite a fair bit, so everybody needs to stop…worrying.”

“My sister…the eternal optimist,” Evan countered, drily.

“Let's not forget,” Flora continued, throwing her brother a stern look, “this is Esme's first birthday, I really can't understand why you're all so preoccupied with mine and Max's affairs. So why don't we all go on inside and watch her open her presents, before the friends and neighbours arrive.”

As they all trooped back into the house, Max pulled Flora aside, sliding one arm around her waist, “thank you for your support love. Thank you.”

Behind them, Will pulled a party popper, “let this party officially commence.”

Chapter Three

Ann was sitting at her kitchen table, smearing two slices of toast with thick strawberry jam and watching the finger on the wall clock tick slowly around. It was only eight in the morning but she had been awake for hours. A mixture of excitement, fear and trepidation was swishing her stomach into knots and she shivered slightly, drawing the edges of her cardigan closer together. These September mornings were chilly compared to the heat of last months and the days were cloudier. The stifling heat of the sun was weakening; altering in preparation for Autumn – the season of leaf dropping. Jon strode through the open door, wearing only a towel tucked around his muscular waist. Beads of water trickled down his smooth chest and dripped from his shoulder length hair. Hair that had been grown in homage to his favourite rock star, the name slipped Ann's memory, but she recalled that he was the front man of Meatloaf.

Jon had glorious hair; dark and flowing, shiny and smooth. He was regularly ribbed by his bald colleagues and accused of being vain, but he wasn't in the slightest. Jon was solid, dependable, down-to-earth and strong and he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty either which Ann had decided was the mark of a true man. She watched him as he passed her, heading towards the fridge. He pulled a carton of juice out and took a long gulp, “did you sleep well?” He managed.

“Better,” Ann replied, “now that it's cooler.”

“I wasn't referring to the weather,” his mouth slanted slightly, “you can admit you're scared Ann, I'm nervous as hell.”

“Has he texted you?”

“Nope.” Jon pulled out a chair and slumped down, “imagine how he's feeling though, this is huge.”

“I hope he's okay,” Ann chewed her lip, “what time is Rose bringing him again?”

“Early afternoon,” Jon replied, “but we're all sorted aren't we?”

“Yes we're ready. I've opened the windows to give the room a good airing and the bedding's all fresh and clean.” Ann swiped at a fly that was buzzing over her toast, “I thought we could have spaghetti tonight…only thing is I'm feeling a bit sick at the moment…don't know if I can stomach cooking garlic and onion.”

Jon pressed his hand over hers, it was damp with perspiration, “let's go out, to the new fish restaurant.”

“Does he like fish?” Ann wondered aloud. Jon shrugged.

They both started talking at once, “you first,” Jon said, with a chuckle.

Ann blew out her cheeks, “I was just going to say we need to be relaxed, confident, we're the adults here aren't we?”

“Is that a question or a statement,” Jon grinned.

“Jon…I'm petrified.”

“Hey,” he leant over to caress her face, “you have absolutely nothing to worry about Ann. Sam likes you; he thinks you're awesome – remember?”

“He was talking about you too,” Ann replied, entwining her fingers through his.

“Yes but you've built a bond with him Ann, he looks up to you.”

“The pressure,” Ann pulled a face, “Jon, he's going to be here twenty-four seven, permanently.”