The First Mistake(7)

‘Your mummy’s here,’ says the school nurse, smiling at me. I half expect to peer around the curtain and be confronted by Olivia lying unconscious on the bed, with blood pouring from her head.

Relief floods through me as she looks up, a little forlornly. There’s no blood, no bandage, not even a bruise. ‘Hello, baby girl,’ I say, my voice shaky, as I bend down to her level. ‘You okay?’

She nods, and I give her knee a squeeze, fighting the urge to wrap her in my arms and breathe her in, if only for the nurse and Carole, who, no doubt, will add ‘neurotic mother’ to my file.

‘It was only a little knock,’ says the nurse. ‘But just keep an eye on it. If she complains of a headache or experiences any dizziness, you ought to get her checked out at hospital.’

I smile and nod.

‘What happened?’ I ask when we’re back in the car.

‘Phoebe pushed me,’ she says tearfully.

I picture Phoebe’s normally angelic little face twisting into something ugly as she bullies my daughter. I can’t bear the thought.

‘She was being mean to me,’ whispers Olivia, as if someone might overhear. ‘So I did what you told me to do.’

I wait with baited breath, unable to remember what I said. I’m hoping I told her to give as good as she gets.

‘I ignored her and walked away,’ she says.

I can’t help but be disappointed with my own advice.

‘But she pushed me, and I fell onto the floor.’

‘Well, that’s not very nice, is it?’ I’m careful to keep my voice light, all the time wondering how quickly I can get an appointment to see the head. ‘I thought Phoebe was your friend. Is she always mean to you?’

She shakes her head, before immediately nodding. I’m not sure that she knows herself.

‘Only sometimes,’ she admits. ‘She says bad stuff to try and make me cry.’

I gently push her flyaway hair back from her elfin face. ‘What kind of stuff?’ I ask.

She shrugs, as if trying to lift the weight of the world from her shoulders.

‘Come on, you can tell me,’ I press.

‘She says that my first dad is dead.’

I’m momentarily speechless.

‘But . . . but you know that Tom was Sophia’s daddy,’ I say, as she nods. ‘He wasn’t your daddy.’

‘I know, but Phoebe says that he was my first daddy.’

I pull her to me, as much as is physically possible across the console of the car. ‘Listen—’ I start.

‘And . . . and . . . she says that my second daddy is going to die like my first daddy.’ Her eyes fill with tears and a big globule falls over her bottom lashes.

‘Now, you listen to me,’ I say assertively, keen not to pass on my own paranoid tendencies. ‘What happened to Sophia’s daddy was a one-in-a-million. Nothing like that will happen to your daddy.’ I discreetly cross my fingers.

She looks at me, her big blue eyes glazed with tears. ‘I promise,’ I say resolutely. ‘Now, how about an ice cream?’

‘Yay,’ she squeals, oblivious to her worries and sadness transposing from her to me.





4


‘Daddy’s here!’ shrieks Olivia as she bounds down the stairs in her pyjamas, with Ned the Ted in her hand.

‘Er, excuse me madam, aren’t you supposed to be in bed?’ I say, looking up from the mood boards that I’ve laid out over the dining table.

Her bottom lip sticks out. ‘But I haven’t seen him for like, ever,’ she whines. ‘Can I see him? Please. If I promise to go straight to sleep afterwards?’

‘You were supposed to be asleep a long time ago,’ I say, knowing full well that would never have happened. She gets so excited when she knows Nathan is coming home, and if he doesn’t appear in daylight hours, I know to resign myself to her sleeping with one eye open, waiting for him.

‘Please,’ she begs. We can already hear his footsteps across the gravel drive.

‘Go on then,’ I smile.

‘Thank you,’ she says, squeezing me around my waist. ‘I promise I’ll be asleep in seconds.’

She runs down the hall and I hear excited shrills – no doubt Nathan has picked her up and is twirling her around. ‘How’s my gorgeous girl?’ I hear him say. ‘I’ve missed you. Was it a long one this time?’

I pick up my glass of wine and peer around the door frame. ‘It’s been four days, eight hours and twenty-three minutes,’ Olivia laughs gleefully. ‘But I think my chart must be wrong because it feels like a lot longer.’

He grips her tightly and ruffles her hair. I watch, smiling, waiting my turn. She’s still in his arms as he comes towards me. He looks tired, but he’s trying his best not to show it. His eyes twinkle and his mouth curls upwards as he looks at me.

‘Has it felt longer to you as well?’ he asks softly, before kissing me on the lips.

‘Much,’ I say.

‘Have you missed me?’

‘I always miss you.’

‘I wish you didn’t have to go away, Daddy,’ says Olivia. ‘Can you stay home now? For a long time?’

She curls her arms around his neck and drops her face onto his shoulder. ‘You’ve got me for a while,’ he says, tickling her under the arm. ‘Come on, let’s get you to bed.’ He starts to climb the stairs.