James
He nods towards the door. “You realise she’s probably fixing her make-up right now. Trying to look her best?”
I follow his drift. “You think we should give her something to look her best for?”
“Oh, I think so….”
He casts around the room. “Here?”
“Upstairs I think. Let’s give her some romance.”
“Good idea….” He cuts off his words as Charlotte reappears at the door.
“Um, sorry, just a bit over-whelmed there.…” And she stops, looking between us. Neither of us bothers to hide what we are thinking….
…. and you know you’re about to have your brains pinned to the bedhead don’t you….
“I think,” I say, “that a celebration is in order.…” And gently, I steer her back to the door. At the bottom of the stairs, we each take one of her hands and lead her up.
In the bedroom, I want to allow Michael a few moments to call his own. Gesturing him to her, I retire into the background.