When she told me in the hospital that she felt worthless and invisible, I was shocked and ashamed that I had no fucking clue she felt that way. Together we had worked hard to get back to us, and I wasn’t going to let her slip . . . not even an inch.
Our lives have changed immeasurably since then. We sold our home in England, spent three weeks in the States doing all things Disney, Universal, and Epcot. We then did a six-week long tour around Australia before settling here in Sorrento, Western Australia. My parents and both sisters live within a ten minute drive.
I’m still in partnership with Luke, but we’d moved our whole operation to Australia, and he is now living here, too.
Life is a lot slower here, the pace kinder. I work half the hours that I did in England and I’m earning twice the money. Our offices are based in Perth which means I have a longer commute but I don’t work weekends and rarely stay after five. Meaning, I get to spend more time with Sarah and the boys.
“Dad, can we have steaks tonight?” Flynn calls out to me from the pool.
“Sure thing, mate. If that’s what you fancy.”
“Can I help you cook them?”
“Yep.”
“Cool. Thanks, Dad.”
“No worries.”
“I don’t know where he puts . . .” Sarah trails off as she looks over her shoulder.
“Shit that kid’ll be the death of me.”
“Running forward roll into the pool?”
“Yep. He’s gonna crack his head one of these days.”
“I thought Mum told you no upsidedowning into the pool,” I call across the garden.
He surfaces from under the water and flicks his hair back from his eyes. Either oblivious to, or simply ignoring the fact he’s just been reprimanded—my guess is the latter. I know my kid. He throws Sarah a cocky smile, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“You hear me, Flynn?”
“What?”
“No forward rolls into the pool.”
“Sorry. I forgot.”
Flynn is our daredevil child. He’s not scared of anything or anyone. Carter is our leader and organiser. We never got to the bottom of his bullying phase in England, but we’ve seen no evidence of it here. Archer, our athlete, loves football and hates that it’s called soccer here. And Lucas, he’s the brains of the bunch, he’s not started school yet, but he sits and copies the homework that the twins bring home and sometimes finishes it before they do.
I sometimes wonder what our fifth child would have been like, if we would have finally got a little girl. I’d never admit this to Sarah, of course, but it does sometimes cross my mind.
James Arthur begins to sing, and Sarah climbs out of my lap. “Dance with me?” She holds out her hand and smiles down at me. I don’t hesitate. I stand and wrap my arms around her.
“Remember how sick you were with Carter?”
“I’ll never forget it.”
“Every time I hear this song, I think of you, holding your hair back, rubbing your back, and bringing you water when you were sick.”
“Every word in this song could’ve been written for us.”
“It could. It’s why I always think of you—of us—whenever I hear it.”
“And yet it all could’ve ended so differently.”
“But it didn’t.”
“No, it didn’t.”
She smiles up at me and I pull her in close.
“I love you a lottle, Sarah Delaney.”
“I love you a lottle more.”
TWO YEARS LATER
The night is warm, but not so warm that we have to have the windows closed and the air conditioning cranking.
I’m not sure what it is that woke me, the gentle breeze blowing in from the open balcony doors or the sound of the cicada’s and the oceans waves. I lie still and listen to the soothing sounds of both, after a few moments I realise that my husband is missing from our bed.
I climb out of bed and pad quietly down the hallway to where I know that I’ll probably find him.
I’m right.
He’s stood with his back to me, facing the open window. The sounds of the Indian Ocean gently filling this room too
I love this sound. After three years in Australia, I can’t even imagine not living by the beach. When our house was quiet at night, when the boys were all tucked up in their beds, I loved to hear the waves, they calmed me. They sounded like home, strange that it took me so long to find where I really belong.
Everything about our lives is so very different now. We are surrounded by family and had a great group of friends. Our support network is strong, and I have a sense peace like I’ve never known.