Greg was one of her oldest friends. He would do anything for Kate. Kate wondered why Caroline refused to see that and instead chose to see him as an adversary?
He'd always wanted what was best for Kate and he could see that his dear, sweet friend was hurting and longing and genuinely wanted nothing more than to restore the bright light that had gone out in her eyes, had wanted to lift the pall concealing her whimsical heart.
He tenderly held her naked, wounded body and kissed her fraught but still exquisite face with the affection of a care-taker. He entered her with a solid determination to reach the destination where hearts were made and sometimes broken…
Kate wept ever so quietly or was it that the beating of her heart against her chest demanding to be let out drowned out her profound sobs? She had given up on the love of her life for the last time, but she was immovable in her desire to be somebody's mum.
She told herself that it would all be alright in the end. She had the love and support of a dear friend. She was keenly aware of the moment of conception that night with Greg…it was an all too familiar feeling. She had every confidence in her ability to conceive and she was armed with a clean bill of health from her physician. It seemed that she was well on her way to fulfilling her dreams of motherhood. She wouldn't dwell on the empty space and empty promises left by her last lover nor the possibility that her chromosomes might fail her a fifth time…
Greg spent the entire journey back to Kate's bungalow engaging her with pop music trivia and horror stories from the dating scene. Kate likened the search of finding the right partner to the search for a needle in a haystack. Greg assured her that he was in no rush and was well up for it. Kate hoped that, with any luck, her child would have his incredible sense of adventure and good nature. She appreciated the fact that he had given no opinion on Caroline.
Caroline…Kate sighed…
Love is blind…and a form of madness!