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she moved her hand and stroked his thick erection.
    ‘Poor Anton,’ she said.
    ‘There have been way too many poor Antons of late,’ Anton said. ‘I’m going to go and you’re going to sleep and—’
    ‘We never discuss this again.’ Louise smiled. ‘Got it!’
    How was she supposed to sleep after that? Louise thought as Anton made his way out.
    It took about forty-seven seconds!

CHAPTER SEVEN
    L OUISE AWOKE TO the sound of the domestic’s floor polisher in the hallway and the even happier sound of no pager, which meant nothing had happened with Emily and so she padded out to the ward.
    ‘How is she?’ Louise asked Evie.
    ‘Very good,’ Evie said. ‘She’s slept mostly through and her back ache has eased and the contractions have stopped.’ She looked at Louise, who was yawning. ‘Why don’t you go home?’
    ‘I’m going to have a shower and then I’ll see Emily over to her room before I do just that.’
    ‘Well, the royal suite is empty.’ Evie smiled as she used the name they all called it. ‘I’ll go and set it up.’
    ‘I’ll do that when I’ve had my shower,’ Louise said, smiling when she heard Anton’s voice.
    ‘Morning, Louise,’ Anton said, looking all the more handsome for not having shaven. ‘How did you sleep?’
    ‘Oh, I went out like a light,’ Louise answered. She headed off to the shower and had to wash with the disinfectant soap used for washing hands. Smelling like a bathroom cleaner commercial, she headed out to set up the room for Emily.
    It was hardly a royal suite but it had its own loo andwas more spacious than others and there was a trundle bed if Hugh wanted to stay. Louise checked the oxygen and suction and that there were pads and vomit bowels and suchlike.
    Anton checked in on Emily and was very happy with her lack of progress and agreed that she could be moved.
    ‘Every day that you don’t go into labour is a good day,’ Anton said, as Louise helped her onto the bed. ‘For now you are on strict bed rest and that means bedpans.’
    ‘Okay.’ Emily nodded. She wasn’t going to argue if it meant her baby stayed put. ‘I feel much more positive today.’ She looked over at Louise. ‘You can go home now.’
    ‘I am,’ Louise said. ‘But you’re to text me with anything you want me to bring in for you. I can visit tonight or tomorrow. I’m off for two days now but—’
    ‘I’ll text you,’ Emily interrupted, because Louise lived by her phone and they texted each other most days anyway.
    As they headed out—Anton to start his shift, Louise to commence her days off—he asked if he could have a word with her in his office.
    ‘Sure,’ Louise said.
    She knew what was coming and immediately she broached it. ‘Don’t worry, I get that last night was an aberration.’ She saw him frown. ‘A one-off.’
    Anton wasn’t so sure. He had no regrets about last night and he looked at the woman standing before him and wanted to get to know her some more, but before he did there was something that he first needed to know.
    ‘This referral, are you sure that now is the right time?’
    ‘Very sure,’ Louise said. ‘I’ve been thinking about it for close to a year.’
    ‘Okay …’ Anton said, because that alone was enough for him to ensure last night remained an
aberration
, although still he would like to give them a chance. ‘Why don’t you wait a while? Maybe we can—?’
    ‘Anton, I already have waited a while. I’m twenty-nine years old and for twenty-eight of those years I have wanted a baby. I didn’t just dress up my dollies and put them in a pram, Anton, I used to put them up my dress …’ Anton smiled as she carried on. ‘I’m not brilliant at relationships.’
    ‘Why would you say that?’
    ‘Oh, I’ve gathered quite a list of the reasons over the years.’ Louise started to tick off on her fingers. ‘I’m high maintenance, vain, obsessed with having a baby, inappropriate at times … I could go on but you get the drift. And,