Least Said by Pamela Fudge Page A

Moment ,’ filling the room. It had been my song of choice on our wedding day, but I was amazed that Jon had remembered such a detail, though even the flowers I was holding were the golden roses and white freesias of my wedding bouquet.
    ‘I can’t believe you all kept this a secret from me,’ I kept saying over a sumptuous lunch, but it was when I said to Will, ‘and how you didn’t say a word in all this time, not even when you supposedly left this morning to go off and spend the day with Tristan and Trixie this, I’ll never know,’ that he finally could not keep quiet for even a minute longer.
    ‘I know,’ his face was one big beam, his hazel eyes sparkled, ‘and there’s more. Can I tell her, Daddy? Can I?’ he pleaded.
    Everybody laughed and Jon encouraged Will, telling him, ‘You’ve been so great, Will, and I know keeping such a huge secret has been really hard for you – but you did it for me, and to make today a lovely surprise for Mummy so, yes, you can tell her.’
    Will positively bounced from his chair to come and stand next to mine and utter the words with so much emphasis in his tone, ‘We’re going on a honeymoon , me, you and Daddy. That’s a very special kind of holiday, you know,’ he added importantly, ‘and we’re going on a plane to somewhere the sun shines all day every day .’
    Will was absolutely right because the sun did shine every single day, making me question, for the first time, the wisdom of us holidaying in the UK year after year ever since Will was born.
    ‘Well, at six years old he’s of an age to properly enjoy an overseas holiday,’ Jon pointed out when I mentioned it to him, ‘and when he was younger we’d have had to bring so much paraphernalia with us. It would have been a nightmare. Far easier to pack up buggies, bottles and bags into the car and drive off to the Lake District than cart the whole lot through security and onto a plane. Sun block and bottled water is about the sum of it now and that can be bought on arrival.’
    He turned over on his sun lounger and I automatically reached for the sun tan lotion and began to smooth it across his back.
    ‘Mmmm,’ he murmured with deep appreciation, ‘you have a trained masseur’s hands.’
    ‘I hope they didn’t do this,’ I smirked, as I ran daring fingers up and inside the leg of his shorts and over his buttock, ‘when you had that massage at the spa yesterday.’
    ‘I think you have to pay extra for that,’ Jon joked, ‘and you’ve just made sure I won’t be able to get up and go for lunch just yet.’
    ‘Why’s that?’ I grinned, giving the smooth peachy flesh one last pinch before relaxing back onto my sun-bed beneath a cloudless sky and closing my eyes with a sigh of pure bliss.
    This holiday was just what we needed – what I needed – I admitted. The tension of the past few weeks had slipped away almost the very moment that the plane touched down in Cyprus, and the fact that I hadn’t had to organise it was a definite bonus.
    We had hardly seen Will because he was off having fun as an enthusiastic member of the hotel’s kiddies’ club, giving us rare time to ourselves. Time to remember how it felt to be a couple, to appreciate each other’s company, and find the closeness that used to come so naturally to us and, even more important as far as I was concerned, the time and energy to have the kind of regular sex that undoubtedly created babies.
    I stretched and lifted my head enough to gaze down the length of my slickly oiled body appreciating, how slim and lithe I was, and how relaxed and tanned. I looked and felt better than I had for ages, surely making it the optimum time for me to get pregnant. Whether it was the sun, the sea, or the starry night skies, I couldn’t get enough of Jon who, I had to say, was every bit as keen as I was to grab any and every opportunity to make love.
    ‘I think,’ I said, standing up, stretching like a cat and making sure that my shadow fell across