'Thank god that's over,' Ruby sighed as she sank into the seat on the train.

'What do you mean by that?' Christopher snapped.

'All those bloody kids,' She hissed, 'it's a mad house!'

'It's a happy house.' Christopher blurted back, 'I thought you wanted kids?'

'I said if they came along,' she reminded him, 'but they haven't so that's an end to it.'

'Because...' he held up a small box. 'You've made sure they haven't.'

'What?!' She made a grab for it, 'you've been in my things.'

'You're my wife!' He yelled, 'no secrets, we said, and you keep the biggest one!'

'Give it back!' She lunged at him, red in the face with anger and frustration. The box fell to the floor and she dived for it. Snatching it up she put it in her handbag and sat down, turning away from him.

'Ruby!' He pleaded, 'please.'

She didn't speak to him for the rest of the journey or when they got home.

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For a whole week, Ruby ignored her husband, completely. He did his own laundry, cooked his own meals, they were two separate people sharing a house. She turned her back on him in bed until he went to sleep in the spare room, the one he had hoped would someday be his child's nursery.

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The flight to Sydney was long, but it gave him time to think. He was stuck in a loveless marriage, that much was all too plain. When he'd married Ruby she'd been a bright outgoing girl, ready to party, but, and it was a big but, when it came to the physical side of marriage she was at first shocked, then resigned, then uninterested. He'd been with girls before her, and he'd had a good time, the girls had been willing, some rather too eager, but all in all he was no novice. So why did Ruby not want to make love? He knew of men who preferred other men, were there women who were like that, and was Ruby one?

He immersed himself in his work for the first couple of days, even staying in his hotel room in the evenings. Then he decided that he was just going to get even more miserable doing that and so he joined his comrades at dinner before going onto a club.

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The club was noisy, a jazz club with good music, dancing and drink. He didn't drink too much, not enough that he didn't know what he was doing. There was one girl there, one of the girls from the office. She was single, pretty, lively. She'd often made for him in the past, engaged him in conversation, obviously flirting. She asked after his family, how had the christening gone?

He told her about the children, how well his mother was and how proud he was of her, adapting to her new life.

As the evening wore on he found himself offering to walk her back to the hotel. He offered her his arm, politely, and they chatted along the road. He escorted her up to her room where it should have ended. But it didn't.

Shirley, for that was the girl's name, reached up and kissed his cheek, which could just have been taken as a sisterly act, to say 'thank you', but they both knew she didn't mean it like that.

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In her room the kissing began in earnest, she tasted of the cocktail she had drunk, and as she undid his tie and his buttons she left him in no doubt what she wanted.

He made short work of her clothes and very soon they were both naked on the bed, kissing and sucking at each other's bodies. His hardness pressed against her but before they could complete the act he felt her hands 'dress' him, then she pushed him onto his back and mounted him. He'd almost forgotten what it was to have a willing lover, and Shirley was very willing, very willing indeed!

They lay, finally, exhausted, bodies slick with sweat, and Christopher felt no guilt whatsoever. He knew he should do, but Ruby didn't care for that kind of behaviour.

'Bloody hell, girl.' He gasped.

'Bloody hell, yourself,' she laughed. 'Your wife doesn't know what she's missing.' He'd confided in her on a previous occasion that his wife didn't mind him spending so much time away from home.

'Thanks for that.' He turned to her, 'got any more..?' he raised his eyebrows and grinned and she felt what he meant. She handed him the box and he went to the bathroom to ready himself.

They made love until the sun crept round the curtains, eventually managing a little sleep. He woke and saw from his watch, the only thing left on him, that he ought to be getting up and in the bath. Shirley lay asleep next to him, she had a rest day so he could leave her to sleep.

'Thanks,' he whispered as he slipped off the bed.

'Anytime,' she whispered back.

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During the day, Christopher made sure he was very busy to keep from thinking about the previous night. Brass had been suggesting for some time that he have a secretary, but he hadn't found anyone in the offices who he thought had the necessary skills. Shirley could be the answer. That way she would always be with him. Her oriental languages were good, not spectacular but with practice..., and he could give her extra tuition. There again, she might not want that, she might just be after a good time. She was no novice in bed, that much had become apparent, so maybe she... No, he wasn't going to think that about her, she'd always made a bee line for him, he'd never seen her talk for long to any other man.

He picked up the phone, 'Miss Black, please.'

'Ah, Miss Black, Lieutenant Beazley.' He smiled as he heard her formal greeting. 'I'd like a word, my office, now, please.'

Shirley stood outside Christopher's office and smoothed down her uniform, then knocked.

'Come.' Christopher called.

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'So, Shirley,' he had used her title during the 'interview', 'what do you think?'

'I think the arrangement could benefit both of us, Lieutenant,' she purred, 'but...no strings on the extra-curricular content.' She winked. 'We take care, I don't spill the beans, neither do you.'

'Sounds good to me.' He sat back, rather pleased with himself. Shirley had agreed to the post as secretary, she knew what he wanted and she wanted the same. A good time, no emotional ties, no expectations he would leave his wife for her. He wasn't going to set her up in a flat somewhere, she had one in Adelaide, bequeathed to her by her grandmother, and they could use the hotels easily if she was his secretary and arranged his accommodation when he was off base.

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Ruby was standing in the kitchen when he arrived back from his trip. She had a letter in her hand, and was visibly annoyed.

She thrust the paper at him, no welcome home kiss, no, 'Hello darling, good trip?'

'Oh, well there you go then.' He muttered.

'But I want to stay in the house, I don't want to be in a one bedroom flat.' She whined.

'It's a family house,' he reasoned, 'to keep the house we have to be a family.'

'Bloody hell,' She grunted. 'That means...'

'Yes, dear,' he smiled. 'You will have to get pregnant.'

She swore again. Then sighed.

'If I do there'll be no more of 'that',' she snapped.

'As you wish,' he tried to look disappointed but it was no different to the last few weeks anyway.

'And, I want separate beds.' She folded her arms, testing him.

'After you conceive,' he folded his arms, two could play at that game.

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Ruby lay in bed. She couldn't look less sexy if she'd put his mother's old hairnet on. Still, if he took his time maybe he could perform, but it wasn't going to be as easy as with Shirley.

He climbed into bed and started to kiss her. She part responded, in that she opened her mouth to accept his tongue. His hands slipped in between the buttons of her pyjama top and explored her small breasts. She didn't help so he undid the buttons himself and started to kiss and suck at the nipples. Even if her head wasn't going to react her body did. He rubbed up against her and she could feel him harden. She lay there as he kissed her and touched her, pulling her pyjama bottoms off and finding the spot he wanted. Her body was ready for him and he entered and set up his own rhythm until his release. It didn't take long, she hadn't teased him or encouraged him. He felt little desire for her body anymore, so separate beds would be no hardship and he had Shirley.

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Ruby allowed him to take her until she checked her diary to see if it was possible she was pregnant. She had a blood test to confirm it, but the morning sickness was more than enough of an indicator. As soon as the medic on the base confirmed it she demanded the single beds, and they put in to remain in the house, saying that they had been trying for a family and it had just happened.

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Christopher waited until Ruby was three months pregnant before he told his mother.

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'Oh Christopher, that's wonderful!' Jean was so pleased for him, fearing he was heading for the divorce courts. 'How's Ruby?'

'Miserable.' He admitted, and boy, was she making him pay for it. 'She was very sick in the mornings, at first but that's getting better. But she's not having the best of times.'

Jean had a feeling her daughter in law was putting it on, after all if she had a headache it was major torture for her. Jean had once snapped that until she had had a proper migraine she didn't know what she was talking about.

'Oh, I am sorry,' Jean commiserated with him, 'I hope she gets better soon.'

'Thanks, mum.' Christopher signed off, saying he was in Melbourne the following week, he'd call in, if that was alright.

'It will be lovely to see you dear,' Jean agreed, 'but won't Ruby want you back as soon as possible.'

'I'm sure I can spare and hour to see you and the family.' He knew fine well that Ruby didn't care a jot whether he was home or not. She moaned when he was there, that he was in the way, and moaned when he wasn't, that he didn't care. As he said after one athletic session with Shirley, he couldn't do right for doing wrong. She'd laughed at him and kissed him, then said he always did right for her, and slipped her hand down to see if she could get a reaction, again.

'Honestly, Shirl,' he gasped, 'why do you put up with me? I talk about my wife, moan about her, so why?'

'Because you don't make demands on me. It's just sex, and that's just the way I want it.' She kissed him, 'now shut up and do what you're here for!'

He'd been surprised how easy he found it to keep a mistress and a home. But then as his wife wasn't interested in the physical side of marriage she didn't notice. He'd arranged for the single beds, and on that front she was happy, they were going to be able to keep the house and he treated her the way he always had, a bunch of flowers every now and again, help around the house, and he took her to the base dances. She wasn't cross when he danced with another woman, after all she was pregnant and it tired her; he made sure it wasn't always Shirley, to allay any suspicions. Ruby had what she wanted, well mostly.

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'Christopher!' Jean grinned, 'how lovely to see you!'

'Hello mum,' He kissed her cheek, 'told you I could fit you in.'

The children toddled up the hall, Colin in the lead, as the eldest, and the sight made Christopher smile. 'See you've still got a house full.'

''Yes, but it works.' She took him into the kitchen. 'We have the playroom, all the toys are in there...'

'Well, whatever, mum,' he smiled, 'it suits you.'

'Tea?' She held up the kettle.

'Love some.' By this time he had Thomas round his neck and Genevieve hanging onto one leg. He looked round, 'No Gaia?'

'It's Alice's day off, then she and Matthew have finally found time to go and visit her mother in Perth.' Jean took cups out of the cupboard.

'Oh right.' He grinned, 'How's Louise?'

'Lovely, thanks.' Jean smiled, 'nap time, but she's not that keen. Lucien's best with her, a real Daddy's girl!'

'Well, there's got to be one who doesn't bow to you,' he laughed.

'Careful, Christopher, I'm still your mother.' She warned, with a smile.

He raised his cup and grinned back.

'So how is Ruby?' Jean sat down and pulled Colin onto her lap.

'Grumpy.' He replied, 'I can't do anything right.'

'Does she want the baby?' Jean remembered her avoidance of the children when they came for Louise's christening.

'Hm...' How to tell her it was only so she didn't have to share a one bed flat with him? 'Well, she decided we should have a baby when she got a letter telling us we would have to leave the house for a one bed flat, as we were occupying a family home. 'So...'

'...no.' Jean sighed. 'Christopher...'

'I know, I should have told her no, unless she actually wanted a baby.'

'Not a house.' Jean looked increasingly disappointed, 'Do you love Ruby?'

'She's my wife.'

'That's not what I asked, Christopher.' She griped, 'do you love her?'

It was a question he had asked himself for the past four or so months. So far he hadn't come up with an answer.

'Honestly, mum.' He put down his cup and sighed, 'I don't know, anymore. I loved her when we got married, then well...'

'So, you don't.'

'Mum,' he put his head in his hands, 'you remember what I told you, when we came for the christening, that she barely let me near her? It got worse, I slept in the spare room.'

'Christopher,' Jean went round to him and stroked his back, 'she was...'

'...a virgin. I know, I'm not stupid mum. We'd been married nearly a week before...' He didn't know why he was opening up to her, his mother, it should have been embarrassing, but somehow, 'I tried, I was gentle, took my time. I wasn't new to it mum, I'd been around, I'm a soldier; but...'

'Didn't her mother speak to her?' Jean remembered the 'talk' she'd had with her mother, useful, but so awfully embarrassing, for both of them.

'I have no idea.' Christopher looked at her, 'if she did...'

'I'm sorry, Christopher.' Jean sat next to him and took Thomas off his lap, 'I had a feeling she was only marrying you to get out of working, to be mistress in her own home.'

'Well,' he stood up, 'I'm stuck with her, we have a baby on the way, so perhaps...one day.'

She pushed a package into his hand. 'I know you'll be too late for dinner at home...' She smiled, 'keep you going.'

'Thanks mum,' he bent and kissed her, 'say hello to Lucien for me.'

'I will,' She sent him off with a smile and a hug, her heart full of sorrow for him.

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'So, he's not happy,' Lucien held her close in bed, that night.

'He sounds strange,' she snuggled closer, 'unhappy, yes, but...'

'Well if Ruby is not interested in...' Lucien stroked her collar bone, 'maybe he is going elsewhere for his...'

'Lucien!' She hissed, then thought, 'really?'

'Would you blame him?' His finger strayed further down.

'I don't know.' She inhaled quickly and shivered, 'I mean, he took his vows. But he wouldn't be the first man to take his pleasure elsewhere.'

'Hmm...' His finger circled a hard nipple, 'so did she know what she was getting into when she got married?'

She opened her mouth to speak but it was covered by his and his tongue got in the way of any words.

His hand slipped down her body and pulled the hem of her nightdress up, and all thoughts of her son's bedtime problems disappeared as Lucien loved her, slowly and thoroughly.

Jean cuddled close to him, wondering how Ruby could not want this with her son. Well if he was going elsewhere for his gratification she didn't want to know!

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Jean and Cath folded the laundry ready for ironing. More and more she liked the idea of Jack seeing her housekeeper. She seemed to have a calming effect on her hitherto wilder son, that and his new found career in teaching. He was back in Melbourne at the moment, finishing his course, then he would be back in Ballarat, having been asked if he would like to work with L'il Al, permanently.

It was all falling into place for him at last, he'd asked his mother if he could lodge with them until he got his own place, he'd pay his way, of course.

So it was all agreed, Jack was coming home, Jean was happy, so Lucien was happy, and the children would be happy.

'Is Mr Jack home for the weekend, Mrs Blake?' Cathleen asked, as the last sheet went into the basket.

'Yes,' Jean smiled, 'so this needs to be done and the shopping.'

'Which shall we do first, then?' Cath stood with the basket in her hands, 'If we do the shopping now, I can do the ironing while you and the doctor are attending to this afternoon's surgery.'

Shopping was entertaining these days. They usually took all the children with them, using the pram and a pushchair to accommodate as many children as they could. As Gaia was meeting her grandmother in Perth they had a tiny bit more space.

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Lucien returned from the morgue to an empty and silent house. In the kitchen there was a note on the table from Jean, telling him they were getting the groceries and they would be back for lunch, hopefully. He smiled, and thought he would wander down and meet then. If nothing else he could help carry either some bags or a child.

He spied them coming up the road. Colin was walking beside his mother, Thomas was in the pushchair and Genevieve was in the pram with Louise. No sooner had Thomas seen his father than he was struggling to undo the straps to go to him.

'Wait a minute, Master Thomas,' Cath scolded him, 'let me undo you, then you can go to daddy.' Thomas was always in a hurry but he managed to get to his father before he fell and scraped his knees, again! Lucien swung him up and onto his shoulders,

'Well, hello there, son.' He laughed, 'I hope you've been helping mummy and Cathleen.'

He waited for the rest of the party to reach him then he kissed Jean and fell into step with them.

'Feeding the five thousand, dear?' He noted the pile of groceries.

'Jack's home this weekend, Christopher and Ruby are visiting,' she updated him, 'so I suppose so.'

'A house full.' He smiled, 'just how I like it.'

'Just as well,' she smiled back, 'Christopher is coming over from Sydney and Ruby is travelling from Adelaide, so I said I'd pick her up, as she's pregnant.'

'Jean you are so lovely.' He whispered, 'I'd have made her walk.'

'I've got to put up with her sour face all weekend I don't want to make it worse.' She whispered back. 'Cathleen is having the weekend off.'

'Oh, right.' He suddenly remembered Ruby's nasty comments about the young woman when they were there for Louise's christening. 'You've haven't had any holiday yet, have you Miss Cathleen?'

'No doctor, but I don't mind.' She smiled at him, 'I enjoy my work so it's almost a holiday anyway.'

'Good, lovely to hear that.' He smiled, 'but I think you do deserve a weekend off occasionally.'

'Thank you, doctor.' She lifted Genevieve into the pushchair, giving Louise more room. She did wonder if she would see Mr Jack, his last kiss had been a proper kiss, not just a peck on the cheek. 'I hope it isn't too much for you, though, Mrs Blake.'

'I'll be fine, Cathleen,' Jean smiled at her, 'and the doctor is right, you do deserve a weekend off.'

'Well, call if you need anything doing.' Cath grinned, though she hesitated to say 'help'.

'I will.'

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'I'm going to drop Cath and Colin off and then go and collect Ruby!' Jean called through the house, 'you're in charge of your children!'

Squeals and laughter came from the direction of the playroom and she knew Lucien would be tickling Louise and crawling over the floor with the twins. She smiled as she ushered Cath out to the car.

'Thank you for today, dear.' Jean closed the car door, 'I'll see that Jack pops over, I'm sure he can find an excuse.' She smiled, but did not turn her head.

'Oh, right.' Cath reddened. 'But I'm sure he'll be busy.'

'Hmm...maybe.' Apart from everything else Jack was no lover of his sister in law and after the last visit, would probably welcome the excuse to be out of the house.

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Ruby was sitting on a bench on the station platform, her small suitcase at her feet. Jean drew herself up and went to greet her.

'Ruby,' she bent to hug the girl, finding her stiff and un responsive, 'sorry, was your train early?'

'Hm...maybe.' Was the sniffy reply.

'Come on then,' Jean picked up the case, 'let's get to the house, and I'll put the kettle on.'

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Jean showed Ruby to the guest room, it had a double bed, because, no matter what happened in her house, Jean was not going to swap beds around for one weekend. She would have to share a bed with her husband.

Christopher arrived shortly after Ruby, and before she had had chance to finish her first cup of tea. He greeted her as he should,

'Hello, dear,' a kiss to the cheek, 'did you have a good journey.'

Jean could not help but notice the frosty air, and she wondered about the wisdom of him getting her pregnant, just so she could stay in a house. Well it was their mess to sort out.

'Mum,' he greeted her next with a smile, 'thanks for putting us up, hope we're not putting you out.'

'It's lovely to have you, Christopher,' his mother smiled, 'Jack's coming over too.'

'Oh, right.' Christopher looked surprised, 'I didn't know.'

'Oh, he's booked a room upstairs for when he starts work full time at St Patrick's.' Jean got up and started to check the dinner. '...as a lodger, of course.'

'Of course.'

Lucien came through from the playroom, Louise in his arms and the twins hanging off him.

'Well, well!' he grinned, 'look kids, visitors.'

'Yay!' Thomas dropped off his father's arm and ran to Christopher and tried to clamber onto his knee.

'Hello, young 'un.' He laughed, 'up you come.'

Lucien laughed and placed Louise in Ruby's arms.

'Get some practise in, Ruby,' he smiled, 'she's not heavy.'

To Ruby the child was heavy and she wriggled in the stiff hold. Christopher bit his lip to hide the smile then, sensing she was likely to drop the baby, he reached over and took her.

'Hello, Louise,' he looked into her clear blue eyes, 'my, how you've grown,' he whispered, tenderly.

'Good feeding,' Lucien started to lay the table for Jean. 'best start for a baby, mother's milk.'

Jean turned round just in time to see Ruby shudder at the thought. 'Thank you, dear.'

'So who are we waiting for?' He went round the table and kissed her.

'Just Jack.' Jean tested some vegetables that were simmering on the stove.

'Did he say what time?'

'In time for dinner.' She replaced the saucepan lid, 'and he's never late for dinner.'

'Where's Cath, mum?' Christopher had noticed a lack of both Colin and his mother.

'Gave her the weekend off.' Jean turned, 'she hasn't had any holiday since she started to work for us.'

'Really?' He scratched his head.

'She says working here is like a holiday.' Lucien finished the table and put the children's seats next to him and Jean.

'Right.' Jean smiled, 'I'm going to feed and settle Louise.' She took the baby out of her son's arms and picked up a bowl of something pureed. 'Won't be long.' She headed into the studio followed by Genevieve.

While Jean was gone and they waited for Jack they chatted about Christopher's work. He told Lucien how it was mainly translating and interpreting for court cases, or documents that came through immigration. It was interesting work, but it did mean he was away from home rather a lot.

'...and how are you, Ruby?' Lucien asked conversationally.

'Alright I suppose,' she grunted, 'at least I'm not throwing up anymore.'

'Good, good,' he smiled benevolently. 'I'm sure it will all be worth it in the end.'

'Hmm..' she pursed her lips. Jean had told him what Christopher had said, why they were having a child. From what he saw for Ruby it was only a means to an end and he was sure the baby's father would be the one to show the most love.

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Jean had decided they had better eat, even though Jack seemed to be running late. She hoped he hadn't called in at Cath's and forgotten the time. She had just plated his dinner up an put it on the stove when there was a knock on the door. Lucien went to answer it and found a breathless and damp Jack on the doorstep. He looked past him and noticed it was raining fairly hard,

'Jack,' he let him in, 'you haven't walked in this?'

'No doc, 'Jack gasped, 'just ran up the drive. Charlie dropped me off.'

Jean appeared by the kitchen door.

'Mum,' he went and kissed her, 'sorry I'm late, there was a to do at the station. Doc you'll be wanted in the morning, Charlie said to tell you. A feller was hit by the train.'

'Oh no!' Jean put her hand to her mouth, 'how?'

'Dunno,' Jack went into the kitchen,' hello brother mine, Rube. All I know is that he seemed to fall onto the track as the Adelaide train was coming in. I've been down at the station, giving a witness statement. This looks good mum.' He tucked into his roast.

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So what happened at the station? Remember this is Ballarat!