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watched Nancy leave the park with her obviously stressed-out working mother.

Kitt wondered why she found it so easy to stand up for small and vulnerable creatures yet so hard to do it for herself. As a child Kitty had rescued badgers and baby foxes and rabbits. She had protested about hunting and fought her father on his plan to drain the lake, killing all the fish.

What would her life have been like if she had had someone to fight for her like she had just fought for little Nancy?’

And then it came to her. This was something she could do. She could be a nanny. She wouldn’t need to do anything but care for kids and she could probably fudge her way through the rest. How hard could it be?

Kitty went straight back to her bedsit and looked up the numbers of local nanny agencies. She registered with three of them. They weren’t very helpful, though, all telling her she needed a driver’s license and some previous experience. She wanted to tell them about Nancy, how she had saved her from potential harm, but instead she had just meekly thanked them for the advice.

Defeated, she lay on her bed and looked at the cracked ceiling, her hopes wilting like the daisy chain around her neck.

Apparently, nannying was harder than it looked.

Kerr had only been back in the house for twenty minutes and already he was causing a ruckus. Willow was shocked to find his powerful voice with its strong Scottish accent grating on her nerves.

She had hoped he’d arrive home in a good mood and that they could have a moment in their bedroom so she could tell him about the baby, but Kerr had stormed about the house, bitching about the lack of airplay for the band’s new album.

‘It’s not bloody fair,’ he said picking up Poppy and swinging her around by her arms.

Poppy had just had cheesy pasta and orange juice for dinner, and Willow wondered if Poppy’s food was preparing to resurface. Willow didn’t have to wonder for long though.

‘Fuckin’ hell, Poppy,’ Kerr yelled as Poppy threw up over his shoulder and onto the carpet.

He handed a now crying Poppy to Willow saying, ‘Bugger this, I’m going downstairs.’ He thumped down to his basement studio.

With a sinking heart Willow comforted Poppy, wishing she hadn’t given her housekeeper the day off as she scooped the sick into the Alessi dustpan.

Once the carpet was clean and the children were settled in front of Mary Poppins on Blu-ray, Willow walked downstairs to find Kerr sitting at his recording console. The sound of his first hit played through the Bose speakers and Willow was transported back to the Hollywood Bowl and the first night she had seen Kerr.

He was unlike any man she’d known, with his roughness and attitude. He had physically fought a particularly persistent photographer who had trailed them on their first date. Although Willow didn’t condone the violence, part of her had found it thrilling the way Kerr had smashed the man’s camera and told him to ‘leave us the fuck alone’. Kerr didn’t care what he looked like back then, he was just himself. Now he was all designer jeans and arrogance.

He looked up and saw Willow smiling ruefully as she walked towards him. He held out his hand.

‘Sorry, Will, I’m a bit stressed,’ he said.

She took his hand and guided it up under her dress as she slid onto his lap. She knew what would calm him down. ‘Welcome home, Kerr,’ she told him, kissing him deeply and feeling him grow hard beneath her. He tugged the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders and cupped her breasts, stroking and squeezing them until Willow moaned.

‘Such great tits,’ he said, lowering his head to run his tongue around each nipple.

He’d always been a sucker for breasts, Willow thought, arching her back and grinding herself against his bulging cock. Kerr’s hands were now under her dress, pulling at the fly on his jeans, ripping aside her lace thong. She reached down and guided him inside her and she heard him groan.

‘Willow, baby,’ he said in her ear. As Kerr’s song continued to play on loop in the background, they fucked, first on his chair, then with Willow perched up on the console, just like old times.

It was fast and fun, like it had been in Rome. Willow smiled with satisfaction as Kerr came inside her, groaning into her shoulder.

‘God, I needed that,’ he said as he slid