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‘Have you got a front pack? It’s an ideal way to carry baby without effort and still feel nice and close.’
‘No.’
Laura’s smile widened as a mental picture of Jason’s broad chest adorned with a canvas pouch that had tiny limbs protruding from it presented itself. A faint wash of colour heated her cheeks as she realised her imagination had conjured up a bare chest above pyjama pants that looked ready to disintegrate. She cleared her throat.
‘Sounds like a very good idea,’ she said hurriedly. ‘I need a few clothes first, though.’
‘Look at these.’ The woman pointed to a tiny stretch suit, the yoke of which was adorned with hand-embroidered bumble bees. ‘Isn’t it darling? And it’s got all the matching accessories. Hat, matinee jacket, bootees.’
Laura heard another deep rumble of laughter that could only have come from Jason as she blinked at the price tag. Megan chose that moment to start a renewed protest and Laura could no longer ignore the odour wafting from folds of blue polar fleece. It wasn’t as if she was going to be paying for any of this, was it?
‘I’ll take the whole outfit,’ she said briskly. ‘Something in pink would be nice, too.’
* * *
‘I don’t believe this.’ Jason put down his last load of purchases and shook his head slowly.
Until yesterday this living room had been a place of refuge. Sure, the empty beer bottles tended to accumulate on the coffee table and an unwashed plate or two might mean a less than straight passageway to the couch, but it had never bothered the men who lived there. There had been a lot of good times in this room, chilling out with some good conversation and a game of cards or winding up into a fervour of support as they watched a rugby match on television. Those good times were unimaginable right now. The living room looked as though it had become a suburban outlet for the Baby Warehouse.
‘Look at all this stuff. We can’t possibly need it all.’
‘We certainly didn’t need a whole trolley load of toys,’ Laura agreed.
‘And have you any idea how much it all cost?’ Jason felt yet another echo of the shockwave the checkout girl’s request had evoked, but at least the pain was starting to fade just a little. ‘I had no idea babies could be so expensive. I’ve spent more on her clothes in one hour than I’ve spent on myself in the last year!’
Laura thought it might be advisable not to go into the cost of the clothing too closely. ‘The bassinet was a good choice. I love the little farm animals on the ruffle.’
Jason made a low growling sound. ‘She wanted me to buy a cot, would you believe? One with an adjustable mattress level that you keep putting down. Then it turns into a bed. I nearly told her we were only planning to keep the kid for a few days, not a few years.’
His gaze roved over the supplies of nappies, bottles, feed and sterilising materials and the bedding, plastic bath and containers of lotion and wipes. The toys. The clothing. And yet more toys.
‘I must have been mad,’ he said sadly.
‘Think of it as child support,’ Laura said helpfully.
Jason scowled at the faintly acerbic tone. ‘I’m paid up till she starts university in that case.’
He watched as Laura continued her journey around the perimeter of the room, jiggling the baby, who hadn’t stopped crying for more than thirty seconds at a time since they’d left the shop. The sound was really beginning to grate on raw nerve endings and Jason gritted his teeth.
No wonder Laura sounded less than sympathetic. She’d had the noise at close range while he’d spent the last thirty minutes unloading and arranging their purchases. She looked tired, too, and Jason experienced a moment of panic at the thought she might decide to throw in the towel and go home.
‘Here… let me have a go at shutting her up.’
The appreciative smile he received made the offer well worthwhile.
‘Thanks.’ Laura transferred Megan to his outstretched arms. ‘I could use a break.’
‘Put your feet up,’ Jason said generously. ‘Have a nap even.’
‘What I really need is a nice long shower. My hair feels like old string.’
The grimace that accompanied the tug on the ponytail made Jason look at Laura’s hair consciously for the first time, and she was right. It looked like old string. Her glasses had smears on them and the baggy T-shirt she was wearing had a lot more than just smears. All in all, it wasn’t an attractive package, but Jason couldn’t have cared less what his new housemate looked like. He needed her. Big time.
No way could he face this alone and his best mates hadn’t exactly lined up to assist, had they? Mitch had only stayed as long as it had taken to pack half his gear last night and Stick had dropped in with him to collect his computer.
‘It’s a great sleep-out,’ he’d informed Jason unmercifully. ‘Quiet as. And Cliff’s quite happy to have us stay as long as we want. He’s been thinking of renting it out anyway.’
Fifteen minutes later, Jason’s appreciation of Laura’s efforts was waning. Just how long did it take to have a shower and wash hair? He was in trouble here. Megan’s face was bright red from the effort of yelling so loudly and nothing he did seemed to make any difference. He’d tried putting her in the brand-new bassinet but she hadn’t been impressed.
