I make my way upstairs to their bedroom. Where he sleeps. Probably naked. Shut up.
I cast the thought out of my head a stroll over to the large crib and peer in.
Oh my God.
She is beautiful.
What an angelic creature. She sleeps soundly in the crib but I've just got to pick her up. I scoop her up into my arms and hold her close to me, breathing in her every feature. There are no words to describe her beauty. Before I realise fresh tears are falling from my face. That could be you.
Shut. Up.
Suddenly there's an arm around me and I start. I look round to Keith who is beaming down at the bundle in my arms. I see a flicker of the old Keith in his eyes but he has soon disappeared and the new, polite Keith is back.
"Get you a drink?" He grins to me.
"Please."
"Wine?"
"Please."
He turns on his heel and wanders off to the kitchen followed by the sound of a cork popping. I can't move. I can't speak. I am consumed by the fact that I could have done things so differently. If I hadn't been such a fucking bitch at school and not cared about what people thought of me, this would be my home and Toyah would be my baby. More hot tears start dropping onto Toyah's face so I quickly lay her down. I look in the mirror. I wonder if he could see my bruise? I put a little more makeup over it and recover my lashes with mascara and head out.
No more tears or emotion. He is my friend and we are going to relax.