Their One Night Baby. Carol Marinelli
had both feet off the ground like this; she had never been so consumed. His fingers were digging into her bottom as he took her hard against the wall.
Their faces were side by side and she wanted to find his mouth, but there was no time for that as she was starting to come. Never had she climaxed so deeply, and if she were not wrapped around him she would have folded in two at the pleasure.
He released to her deep shudder and together they hit high, and finally she found his mouth, tasted the cool of his tongue as she drank in his kiss. They rested their foreheads together, sharing those last beats of pleasure and breathing the same air until gently he lowered her down.
With long slow kisses he moved them away from the wall now. She pulled down her dress and then they broke contact and she moved out of the shadows.
Victoria picked up her discarded knickers but had to lean on the ledge, not just so she could put them on, but because her legs were shaky and she was still breathless.
She had never let herself go like that, she had never come so hard and she had certainly never been made love to so thoroughly.
When Dominic emerged from the shadows he, too, was dressed, though his hair was rumpled. It should have been really awkward between them, yet it was not.
‘I look like I’ve been in a fight,’ he said as he examined his hands in the moonlight. Victoria took his fingers and looked at them, and made him smile with what she said.
‘You’re going to have some trouble explaining those injuries, Doctor,’ she teased, because it really did look, to her trained eyes, as if he had punched the walls.
Yes, it should have been really awkward but instead he came and sat beside her on the ledge.
‘Victoria...’ he started, but really he did not know what to say. Dominic was in no position to start anything. And what had just taken place was very far removed from his usual nature.
He felt amazing though, as if on the top of a high mountain.
And she saw him struggle with what to say, so she said it for him.
‘You don’t have to explain anything,’ Victoria said. She was not referring to his knuckles, but still she smiled.
‘You’re sure?’ he checked.
‘Yes.’
What had happened was something she could never have imagined, something so far removed from her usual wary approach to intimacy, but he did not need to know all of that.
She felt liberated.
And feminine.
With him she felt she had found herself.
So, instead of an awkward parting they shared a kiss that was deep, long and slow, and ended by her.
‘I’m going to go,’ Victoria said, and stood.
And still she waited for awkwardness, even as she walked to the door.
So did he, yet awkward did not exist in this room.
‘So, if you don’t like diamonds,’ Dominic called. ‘What do you like?’
And she opened the door and laughed as he went back to the original question.
‘Pearls.’
He sat in the room and looked around. The moon shone through the window and the air was still stirred and seductive from them; his knuckles were grazed and he was somewhat reeling.
Dominic had never really given pearls any thought before.
They were just something his mother or grandmother wore for weddings and such occasions.
Certainly he had never considered them sexy.
He did now.
‘PREGNANT?’
Victoria watched as her father took off his glasses and cleaned them. And, as he did so, she remembered the time she had got her first period and it had been almost an identical reaction—slight bemusement, mild irritation, though more at the intrusion of conversation rather than what was actually being said.
Victoria sat in her father’s office at Riverside Hospital and waited. For what, she didn’t know.
She had read somewhere that some terrible parents made the most wonderful grandparents. That without the responsibility of parenthood, they enjoyed the experience. And she had hoped, truly hoped, that it might be the case here. That this might breathe some life into her relationship with her father.
Apparently not, if his cool reaction was anything to go by.
And Victoria knew deep down that there had been no real relationship with her father. At least, not the sort she wanted. She hadn’t seen or spoken to him since the function they had attended, despite Victoria having tried to call.
Her father was brilliant but completely self-absorbed.
Completely.
‘How far along are you?’ he asked.
It had been six weeks since her time with Dominic, and with the requisite two weeks added, Victoria knew her dates.
‘Eight weeks,’ she said.
‘Do you want it?’ Professor Christie asked.
He thought she was here to ask for a referral for an abortion, Victoria suddenly realised.
And he’d write her one, Victoria knew.
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I very much want my baby.’
She stared at him but he was reading through some notes that lay on his desk.
‘What about the father?’ he asked, and looked up.
‘I haven’t told him yet. We’re not together or anything. He’s in Scotland.’ Victoria had heard that in passing. ‘On annual leave,’ she added to her father.
She was forewarned as to the response she might get from Dominic, when her father spoke next.
‘Well, he’s in for a pleasant surprise when he gets back.’
The sarcasm was evident in his voice and it told Victoria all she needed to know about her father’s thoughts on parenthood.
‘Victoria, you really need to give this some consideration. Being a single parent is hard work—I should know. It interferes in every aspect of your life. You’re the one who always bangs on about your career—think what it will do to that...’
She hadn’t seen him since the function and then it had been for an award for his career. Victoria didn’t bang on, as her father described it. Given he was a professor and specialised in Accident and Emergency and she was a paramedic, she had, on occasion, tried to find some common ground.
But there was none and there never had been.
There was no room in this narcissist’s world for anyone other than himself.
‘I can’t help you financially,’ he said, for Professor Christie had amassed a small collection of ex-wives.
‘I’ve never once asked you to.’
Victoria hadn’t.
She had left home as soon as she had finished school and had never asked her father for anything.
But she was about to.
She looked at her father and knew that really there was no point even being here. He did not want to be a part of her life, and the occasional public showing of his daughter was only when he was between wives.
‘Victoria, I need to get on.’
‘There is something I want...’ Victoria said, and he let out the little hiss of irritation