The Baby Group (32 page)

‘I feel awful,' Sandy slurred, topping up her tumbler to the brim.

‘If drinking makes you feel so bad,' Natalie suggested before she thought she might actually commit murder if her mum groaned, passed wind or burped one more time, ‘then why don't you stop? It can't be good for you at your age.'

‘Nonsense,' Sandy said. ‘A little drop here and there never hurt anyone.'

‘Fine, drink yourself to death,' Natalie replied, struggling to remember why on earth she had thought they could ever be close.

‘You'd like that.' Sandy narrowed her bloodshot eyes at her. ‘Then you'd have all my money and all your problems would be over.'

‘You're right, of course,' Natalie said sweetly, deciding to decamp back to the relative sanctuary of her bedroom. ‘That would be lovely if only you had any money. Goodnight, Mother, no need to tell you where the vodka is.'

Natalie had fumed back upstairs, bitter and resentful that the one glimmer of light to have sparked from her dire encounter with Jack had vanished the moment her mother was relieved of babysitting duties. She clearly loved the drink more than Natalie and Freddie which, Natalie told herself hotly, should be of no surprise to her. To think that for a second there she had thought that Freddie might actually be bringing them closer together!

It had been a long and miserable night, there had been nothing good to watch on TV, and Freddie didn't really sleep, he was in a fretful and restless mood. So all she had to think about in the empty hours of her nocturnal confinement was the look on Jack's face as she had left the flat.

It had been blank, absent of any emotion at all. There was nothing that Natalie could have even hoped to interpret. She had a nagging sense that she had done something wrong, that she could have handled the situation a little better. Perhaps getting very angry with a man for having a traumatic and life-threatening disease had not been her finest moment.

When Natalie thought about what Jack must have gone through she felt a panicky feeling fluttering in her chest, an echo of the intense fear and grief she had felt those few terrible minutes when, listening to his account of events, she had still thought that Jack was going to die. If he had died she would have been devastated, Natalie realised. Did that make things better or worse? Worse, judging by how things were going, she concluded.

And maybe she shouldn't have just sprung Freddie on him the way she had. Yes he had been secretive and deceitful but so had she. If she had really tried hard she could have found Jack, she could have tracked him down and informed him of her pregnancy. But she didn't, partly because in some respects she was old-fashioned and genuinely shy and couldn't quite bring herself to phone the man who had so overtly rejected her, and partly because of reasons that were almost identical to Jack's she supposed.

How could she ask a man she hardly knew to be part of her pregnancy, let alone a father? It seemed unjust. She had assumed that Jack would react badly and leave her, anyway. The only difference was that whereas he had underestimated her, she had been right about him.

It was that look in his eyes when she told him that she and Freddie didn't need him that she couldn't get out of her head. It wasn't blank, she had been wrong about that. It was a look of relief.

There might have been the slimmest of reasons to hold onto her feelings for him until that moment. There might have been
some
oblique possibility that things could have worked out between them. But if there was then the expression on Jack's face had extinguished any such hope.

Finally Natalie knew that she had to get over Jack Newhouse. She had to do whatever it took.

Now at least the sun was up and the seemingly endless night was finally over.

Monday was a proper day; it was a day of action and outdoors. A day where she felt she could legitimately rejoin the human race as the single, messed-up, largely in denial and mainly dysfunctional person that she was.

Besides – and Natalie had never thought this phrase would lift her heart – it was baby group day. She was going to Jess's house for lunch and then Frances had booked them in at a baby swimming class in the afternoon. All she had to do was to pretend she had never tried to snog Gary, forget that Jack had ever existed and tell her new friends that she was not the married lady and mother-about-town that they thought they knew. She was actually a compulsive liar with potentially the most complicated life of the lot of them. Still, life was full of challenges.

Her first challenge began when Gary arrived exactly at nine a.m., letting himself in with the key that Natalie had given him and finding her in the kitchen still in her pyjamas, a little behind schedule in transforming herself into her weekday super-self due to her exceptionally wakeful night.

Gary had seen her in her large and utterly sexless pyjamas on several occasions but this time Natalie felt more than a little self-conscious to be bra-less and pantless under the thick brushed cotton.

She had hoped that the moment that she had fancied Gary would have passed with the fleeting insanity that the glass of wine had brought on, and the mess of intense emotions that Jack had stirred up in her again would have put paid to any attraction she felt for him. But bizarrely she seemed to be even more drawn to him. It was as if Jack was a raging inferno and Gary was a smooth cool lake. A smooth cool lake with rather powerful forearms and muscular shoulders. Natalie felt bad for thinking of the poor man like this. She had to hope that the condition would wear off, because muscled hunk-of-meat men had never been her type.

Charming, funny, erudite and sophisticated men were supposed to be her type. So why had she fallen for a skinny, no-good wastrel and why did she now fancy her solid and stoical electrician? Gary had barely spoken ten words to her, let alone made her laugh and laugh at some witty urbane aside. But then again neither had he got her pregnant, made her fall in love with him and then, after appearing to be amazingly brave and courageous, spoiled it all by happily exiting from her and her child's life ASAP.

And, after all, today was the first day of her moving on with her life. And what better way to move on than into the arms of a man as different from Jack as he possibly could be? It was just a shame really that he seemed to find her repulsive.

‘All right?' Gary greeted her, looking at her left shoulder as he spoke. Natalie rejoiced that at least she didn't have to battle against his sweet-talking charm.

‘I'm fine – you?' she replied breezily. ‘Good weekend?'

Gary shrugged and his eyes met hers for a moment that, if Natalie wasn't so sure that her present feelings towards him were illusory, would have been electrically sexy.

‘Oh you know, the usual,' he said. ‘You?'

‘Same,' Natalie said. ‘Tea?'

He had another tight T-shirt on today. He looked good in it, like he had one of those six-pack things that pop stars in boy bands had. It was the sort of muscular tone that Natalie had never really been drawn to, until the thought of licking that rock-hard stomach suddenly popped into her mind. Yes, she might well be unfortunate enough to think of herself as recovering from being in love with Jack, but Jack wasn't here, and Jack wasn't ever going to be here so it couldn't do any harm to admire Gary in this way. It wasn't as if anything was going to happen.

‘Please,' Gary replied. ‘And one for Ant too, he's unloading the van.'

Natalie didn't answer him immediately because, despite her silent warnings to herself, just at that moment she wanted to run across the kitchen and rip off that tight T-shirt, lick his nipples and shove his hand up her top.

‘Two sugars each, that's right isn't it?' she said instead.

Gary nodded. Natalie decided she had to confront this. She had to get the whole failed-kiss attempt out of the way and then maybe all these other strange feelings she was having would go too; the last thing her already fragile self-esteem needed was to develop feelings for yet another man – even if they were only lustful – who did not want her.

Confronting the botched-kiss attempt would be like aversion therapy, she thought, although she had absolutely no idea what aversion therapy was. Still, she had to do something to break the spell.

‘Gary?' she said, after a moment of two of consideration.

‘Mm?' Gary glanced up at her. He really did have quite intense eyes, sort of hazel and in their own way very . . . compelling. She took a breath, closed her eyes, opened them again and hoped to see the slightly stocky, not especially tall, sweet but charmless electrician she had hired recently.

Natalie opened her eyes.

No, safe Gary was not there. It was still his German porn-star doppelgänger who was standing in her kitchen. She pressed on.

‘Um, about Friday night . . . you . . . when I tried to . . . anyway, I'm really sorry and . . .'

‘Friday night?' Gary cut her off with the question. ‘It was nice, thanks. Look, don't apologise for your mum, she's a bit full on but harmless, honestly.'

Natalie looked at him for a second.

‘Actually I meant when I . . .' Bravely she tried to exorcise her lust demon again.

‘Don't mention it. Forget about it, honestly. I'll go and help Anthony unload.' And he was gone.

Natalie stared at the space where he had been standing. He obviously wanted to pretend it hadn't happened. Which meant he wasn't the least bit interested in her sexually, and that when he was looking at her he didn't see a German porn-star housewife waiting to be serviced. He saw a slightly podgy woman in her jimjams still wearing the remnants of yesterday's make-up and probably a bit flushed in the face.

Natalie should have felt relieved. She should have been able to purge her urges for him now that he had made it brutally clear that the whole incident was just a horribly embarrassing hiccup he was happy to forget about. But the contrary part, the difficult, complication-creating part of her that Alice had spent so long trying to retrain, wasn't so sure. Still smarting from the wounds that Jack had left her with, Natalie wanted to know why this man didn't fancy her either. And she wanted to know what she could do to change his mind.

After all, there was no chance she'd ever be with Jack now – so what did she have to lose apart from her dignity?

And she'd lost touch with that particular asset months ago.

Chapter Eighteen

‘So? How'd it go?' Natalie asked Jess as she unwrapped the now obligatory Jamaican ginger cake and slid it onto a plate. On her and Freddie's brisk walk over to Jess's she was fairly sure she had boxed up the horrors of the weekend and filed them away in the darkest corners of her mind. She'd spent too long agonising over Jack Newhouse, she had decided. It was time to move on, to leave that complicated and confusing part of her life behind. If she concentrated really hard on putting a spring in her step and a toss in her hair she could almost believe what she wanted her friends to believe, that she was happy.

Jess's smile was shy.

‘It was good actually,' she said. ‘I must admit I didn't think it would be. I thought you and your rants about knickers was just you being . . . you. But the underwear did make me feel confident about my body, which did make me relax and even though there were one or two little glitches it was worth it in the end. It was so nice to feel that close to him again. Like a proper couple, well, you must know?'

‘Oh well, if I did I've forgotten,' Natalie said deliberately ambiguously. It was her new resolution not only to tell the baby group the truth, but also to try not to tell them any more lies.

Meg came into the kitchen with Iris on her shoulder. ‘James looks like he's starting a cold,' she said, looking exhausted. ‘Poor little thing couldn't sleep, he was up all night grizzling, usually a sure sign he's coming down with something. Combined with Iris in full flow I've had a right old night of it.'

Natalie saw Jess looking anxiously at Iris and then at Jacob, who was sleeping apparently germ-free in his baby chair on the kitchen table. No doubt Jess was praying that her baby didn't pick up James's threatened cold, either directly or via Iris.

‘Jess was just telling me that I have single-handedly saved her sex life,' Natalie said, hoping to distract Jess from her worries. ‘So I'm ready now for your gratitude.'

Meg smiled. ‘Oh it was wonderful, probably the best sex I've ever, ever had.'

‘
Really?
' Jess exclaimed, with a wide-eyed laugh. ‘Meg!'

‘I told you . . .' Natalie said smugly. ‘I knew all their marriage needed was the Curzon touch. I could be a lifestyle guru! I could teach arguing couples everywhere how to come together, couldn't I, Meg? Hey?'

But Natalie's smugness was abruptly curtailed when Meg burst into violent tears.

At Natalie's direction, Jess shut the kitchen door as Meg sat down at the table and wept.

‘What happened?' Natalie said, taking Iris from her arms.

Meg told them the unedited details of the night and Natalie and Jess went from cursing the inconsiderate husband, to oohing at Meg's surprisingly frank description of the sex part, to swearing quite virulently when she told them about the text she had found on Robert's phone.

‘What did you
do
?' Jess asked Meg, her eyes wide with horror.

‘Did you beat him over the head with a blunt instrument?' Natalie asked her, feeling at that moment genuinely moved to violence by what in her eyes was a clear cut case of adulterous-guilt sex (not that she wanted to tell Meg that just yet).

‘I didn't
do
anything,' Meg said, wiping at her steady flow of tears with the piece of kitchen towel that Jess had handed her. ‘I couldn't think what to do. I mean, a few minutes before I'd been so happy, we'd felt so close. I just thought there was bound to be an explanation, it was bound to be something to do with work and nothing to do with me at all. So I just put the phone on the table and I lay down in bed next to him and waited for it to be morning.' Meg sat up a little in her chair and smiled weakly at her two friends. ‘And yesterday he was so lovely, like the old Robert again, really loving and attentive. He brought me breakfast in bed and came with me to pick the children up from Frances's; he even told her we couldn't stay for lunch. We took Gripper out and had lots of games in the park. It was wonderful. So I didn't say or do anything because, after all, it
might
be nothing at all, mightn't it?'