Reverend Sheila’s memory.”
“What about getting some friends over on the Saturday?”
“Good idea. We haven’t seen Greg and Kate for ages.”
“And they know Sophie from work, don’t they? I’ve been trying to arrange something with her and Richard for a while. Shall we do supper?”
“Blimey. Who’s cooking?”
Maddie stretched. “I’ll do dessert if you’ll do the main.”
“Deal.”
“God, it’ll be nice to have some time off. It’s been so full-on recently, hasn’t it, what with all the Miles and Lucy stuff? We really need some time to ourselves.”
44
MADDIE
IT’S GREAT TO HAVE friends around. Sophie and Richard have booked a babysitter, but Greg and Kate bring Lily and Alfie with them, putting them down in our bed while Pete cooks. Then we all squeeze around the table and drink wine and eat and talk. About our kids, mostly. Kate’s like me—she went back to work while Greg stayed at home, so it’s nice not to feel judged for once. At one point, when Pete and Greg are getting all competitive about what they cook with their charges—“Well, last week we made arancini balls from panko breadcrumbs and some leftover risotto, and we didn’t skimp on the chili flakes, either”—she gives me a sideways glance and rolls her eyes comically, which makes me snort into my wine.
Greg sits back. “I meant to ask you, Pete—you posted something on DadStuff a while back, about some kind of inspiring story you were involved with?”
“Oh yeah.” Pete looks at me. “We can talk about this now, right?”
I shrug. “I don’t see why not.”
So Pete—keeping his voice down, in case Theo is still awake—tells the story of how the babies got swapped, and how we’re dealing with the fallout. He’s a good storyteller—that’s the journalism, I suppose: He knows how to structure facts succinctly and not go off on tangents. But they’d be spellbound in any case. Hearing him relate the whole thing from start to finish, and seeing our friends’ stunned reactions, brings it home to me all over again just how extraordinary this whole situation is.
“And what are they like?” Kate asks when Pete’s finished. “Do you get on?”
“Well,” Pete begins, “that’s where we’ve just been incredibly lucky. They’re very nice. And really, really committed to making it work.”
“They’re a bit weird,” I say.
Pete shoots me a look. I realize I’ve spoken a little thickly, but sod it: It isn’t as if I’m driving anywhere.
“I mean, Pete’s right,” I add. “They are committed. But it’s a relief to have a break from them, actually. They wanted us all to go away together over Easter. I managed to get us out of it, but—put it this way, they’re hard work.”
“It’s a bit like nature versus nurture, this situation of yours, isn’t it?” Richard says thoughtfully.
Pete nods. “That’s what Miles said, too.”
I give him a look. “When was this?”
“When we went out for a drink.” Pete looks surprised. “I thought I told you. Miles said, it’ll be interesting to see if Theo turns out as successful as him, or whether being with us will make him less competitive. Or words to that effect.”
There’s a short silence. “That’s actually quite insulting, though, isn’t it?” Sophie says.
Richard frowns. “He sounds a bit of a prick.”
“Well, we have very different ideas of what success looks like,” Pete begins, just as the doorbell rings.
For a moment, I think, It’s him. Then I relax. Of course, it can’t be—the Lamberts are 250 miles away in Cornwall, and in any case, Miles comes earlier than this when he wants to see Theo. “I’ll go,” I say, getting up.
It is Miles. And Lucy, both of them smiling expectantly at me as I open the door. Miles is wearing a dark blazer and faded blue jeans. In one hand he has a bottle of expensive-looking wine, in the other a shopping bag.
“Thought we’d come and introduce ourselves,” he says cheerfully. I’m so dumbfounded, I let him step past me into the house. He looks around the full room. “Quite a party you’ve got here.”
Pete finds his voice. “Miles. We thought you were in Cornwall.”
“Didn’t fancy it on our own.” Miles waves at the table. “Greetings, one and all.”
“Right.” Pete nods, a bit too vigorously. “Miles and Lucy, everyone.”
“I’m guessing you must be Maddie’s brother,” Miles says to Richard, extending his hand across the table.
“I’m Richard,” Richard says, confused. “My wife works with Maddie.”
Miles turns to Greg inquiringly. But then a kind of shadow falls across his face.
“We know Pete and Maddie from the NICU,”