One of the Girls(33)
Robyn’s expression didn’t change. ‘Lexi probably knows. Her past isn’t exactly snow-white.’
‘I know that.’
‘So what’s the problem?’
She hesitated. It was Cynthia’s reaction on seeing Ed: her lip had curled with a hint of distaste. Trying to explain it to Robyn felt too loose, unsubstantiated; instead, she said, ‘I don’t like him.’
‘Let Lexi be happy. Don’t ruin it for her.’
‘Of course I want her to be happy! She’s my best friend!’
‘Well, your best friend has just told you she’s pregnant. You should either be telling her how pleased you are, or, if you can’t manage that, maybe you should be asking yourself why not.’ Robyn gathered the drinks tray, glasses sliding and clinking, then returned to the villa.
Once again, Bella was alone on the terrace. A chorus of cicadas blazed in the darkness, as loud and unsettled as her thoughts. Inside the villa, the lights were on but there was no invitation in their warm glow.
She returned to the memory of the engagement drinks. When Cynthia had left the bar, Ed had appeared at Bella’s side. ‘Nice chat with your friend?’
She’d looked him dead in the eye. ‘Turns out you know each other.’
‘I know a lot of people. Just like I know a lot of things.’ He lowered his voice. ‘And some things are better left unsaid, don’t you think, Nurse Rossi?’
A cold shiver had travelled through her body, as if someone had opened a door in the bar and a blast of icy wind had travelled through.
Then, a moment later, Ed had bumped his shoulder against hers, chummily. ‘Come on,’ he grinned, ‘let me buy you another cocktail.’
His smile was back in place and it was as if the moment hadn’t happened. Yet she was certain she’d witnessed it, something unnerving just beneath the surface. Blink and you miss it.
24
Lexi
Lexi perched on the end of the bed, feet pressed together on the cool stone floor. She kept the balcony doors closed; she didn’t want to catch the whisperings from the terrace.
Bella and her stupid quiz! This wasn’t how she wanted the news of her pregnancy to come out. Downstairs she could hear the clatter of plates in the kitchen, the turning of taps. Voices were dulled by the thick stone walls, but she knew everyone would be talking about it.
She’d found out she was pregnant eight days ago. Ed had just left for Dublin, where he was working on a case. She could’ve called him, of course she could – he’d have flown back immediately – but she needed time to gather her thoughts, work out what she wanted.
Lexi had never liked voicing things until she knew how she felt. Everyone else’s opinions crowded in so quick and loud that they drowned out her own.
She’d thought about cancelling the hen, worrying that Bella would never let her get through it sober, but everyone had already paid for the flights and booked time off work and she couldn’t pull out at the last minute. She should have told Bella about the pregnancy to take the pressure off the weekend. She knew why she hadn’t: Lexi was scared of seeing her own fears reflected in Bella’s face.
Instead, she’d told Robyn.
Didn’t women always do that: select the friend to share with, subconsciously knowing the reaction they were seeking? She’d called Robyn the evening she’d taken the test, when she couldn’t regulate her breathing and her heart was trying to claw out of her chest.
Robyn had listened as Lexi talked and panicked without jumping in with her opinion. Once Lexi finally ran out of steam and remembered to anchor herself to her breath, Robyn had asked one question: What do you want?
There was no pause. No hesitation. She’d felt the answer in her body. The baby. I want this baby.
Yet the strange thing was, even though she knew that, she still felt terrified. Her heart rate remained raised, her chest constricted. It was like she wanted to run – but didn’t know what from.
There was a knock on the door. ‘Hey,’ Robyn said, poking her head around. ‘You okay in here?’
Lexi shook her head.
Robyn slipped into the room, pulling the door closed behind her. She sat beside Lexi. ‘Bella’s like a sniffer dog when it comes to secrets. I’m amazed you made it to the second night.’
‘Me too.’
The bedside lamp cast a long shadow up the wall, where a gecko clung, its body pale and soft. They both looked at it in silence for a few moments, then Robyn asked, ‘So, how are you feeling?’
‘Terrified.’
‘About what? The pregnancy?’
‘That’s just it – I don’t know. I don’t understand. I’m barely sleeping. My thoughts feel jumpy, distracted.’
‘Maybe it’s because you haven’t told Ed yet? Are you worried he won’t want this?’
‘We both said we didn’t want children – but Ed, he wasn’t resolute about it. I think – I hope – he’ll be pleased. Surprised, definitely. But pleased. So, no, I’m not scared that he won’t want the baby.’ She shook her head, confused.
Robyn thought for a while. ‘Do you think,’ she began, her voice tentative, ‘that this could be about your parents? You know, what your mother said that time?’
Lexi knew exactly what Robyn was referring to. When she was fourteen, she’d overheard her mother talking to one of the exprofessional ballerinas she’d performed with, who now ran a prestigious ballet school. ‘You were so smart,’ her mother had said into the phone, not realising Lexi was home. ‘Me, I did it all wrong. Honestly, getting pregnant was the biggest mistake of my life.’