Dear Reader,
I felt moved to write this book to try and understand the rollercoaster of emotions that is infertility. My daughters are of an age when they and their friends are having families, and it seems that for quite a few of them the road is far from straightforward.
What do they go through? How do they feel? How on earth do they cope with the endless setbacks, the inevitable despair that every failed attempt at pregnancy must give rise to? And when it takes its tollâas it often mustâwhat then?
For Nick and Liv, with a brilliant marriage and so much love to share, working in the business of babies means they are constantly surrounded by the âsuccessâ of others whilst they are âfailingâ. And they do what many couples seem to do: they stop communicating, withdraw into themselves and in doing so destroy their marriage.
Do they miss each other? Yes. Do they miss the endless rounds of hope and despair? Not at all. And thatâs the stumbling block. They arenât happy apart, but they werenât happy together.
So what now? I had to get them back together and throw them headlong into a situation where they have no choice but to talk. Enter fateâme playing God again and then sitting back and waiting for them to work it out.But it wasnât easy for any of us.
Did I succeed? I hope so. Iâll let you be the judge...
Caroline x
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CHAPTER ONE
âLIV, HAVE YOU got a minute?â
She hesitated, about to say no, but Ben wasnât one to waste time and if he wanted to talk to her...
âIf it really is only that? I need to check on a mum soon.â
âThatâs fine, it wonât take long. I just want to run something by you. Can we go in my office?â
His office?
âIs this about Jen?â she asked as Ben closed the door.
The fleeting smile didnât quite reach his eyes. âIn a way. Did you know sheâs got cancer?â
âYes, Simon told me yesterday. I was gutted. Sheâs such a lovely person and it seems so unfair. He said theyâre moving home so their families can help with the children while sheâs having treatment. So what is it you want me to do?â she asked, thinking flowers, a gift voucher, something for the kidsâ
âNothing, but what I do could affect you, because yesterday was Simonâs last day and his compassionate leaveâs pretty open-ended so we need a locum, and Iâd like to talk to Nick about it.â
âNick?â
Of all the things heâd been going to say, her ex husbandâs name was so far down the list it wasnât even on it, and just the sound of his name made her heart beat faster. And he wasnât officially ex, because sheâd never quite been able to follow through on thatâ
âAre you still in touch?â
Ben nodded. âYes, weâre in touch. I speak to him quite often. He always asks about you,â he added gently.
Her heart lurched. âDoes he? How is he?â she asked, trying not to sound too needy and failing hopelessly.
âHeâs OK. Heâs well, keeps himself busy.â He frowned, hesitating, then went on, âI know itâs none of my business, Liv, and Iâm not asking any questions, but I was really sorry when you two split up.â
She felt her eyes fill and blinked as she looked away. âMe, too, but it wasnât working.â Any more than this was, this awful aching emptiness where her love for Nick had been...
âI know. I could see there was something wrong, so I wasnât surprised, just saddened for you both. Look, donât worry about it. Iâll try and get someone else. I only thought of him because heâd be perfect for the job, but I donât want to make things difficult for youâfor either of you, really.â
The shock had worn off now, swamped by a tidal wave of mixed emotions that she couldnât quite work out. Longing? Dread? She didnât have a clue. Both, maybe, but confusion was fighting its way to the top of the pile.