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time to dash upstairs and slip into something sexy and
seductive,
    I quickly pulled off my sweater, pulled down
my vest to reveal more cleavage, congratulating myself for
remembering to put on my Wonder Bra. My 34As now looked perky and
full over the scoop neck. I then heard what I thought was the pop
of a cork. Bloody hell! Was our karma or auras working as one?
Was Guy going to ask to move in with us?
    “You never said what she would like?” Guy
walked back into the living room, taken by surprise at my lack of
clothes, and me lying seductively across the sofa. “Are you hot? Or
feeling un-well? Would you like the heating turned down?”
    Pouting my lips, I purred in my best sexy
husky voice. “Only hot for you. I thought I heard champagne. Are we
celebrating?” My sexy husky voice didn’t come over as Greta Gabo or
Eartha Kit, as I imagined, more like I had a sixty-day Marlborough
habit.
    “Sorry to disappoint you, it’s a bottle of
sparkling wine a patient gave me. I’d left it in the car. I popped
it in the fridge when you were bathing Olivia.” He returned to the
kitchen to fetch the wine.
    “So you think a lot about the future, do
you?” I wanted to shout. “I mean me and Olivia?” I looked at the
laughing Buddha on the fireplace. I may as well ask the question
myself. You, my little fat friend laughing at me from the
fireplace, are a useless piece of crap.
    “When I’m not working I think of nothing
else.” He returned placing our drinks on the coffee table.
    “So, what do you think about?” God, this
is like pulling teeth.
    “Well, actually, oh God I wish I had brought
the champagne now. I’ve wanted to ask you something for a few days
now, and tonight after reading to Olivia I thought just do it.”
Sitting beside me, he took my hands softly began stroking them. He
seemed hesitant to ask. Come on, come on spit it out. It’s just
five simple words. Shall we move in together.
    “After the house fell through in Hampstead I
saw this house in Knightsbridge. I know it’s in the city, but it’s
not a million miles away from Southgate. It’s a shorter tube ride
to the hospital, and there are some great schools around there I
checked. I suppose what I am trying to say is...” Taking my hand
and gently kissing it, he slid off the sofa onto one knee. “Clare,
will you marry me?”
    For some bizarre reason I began to giggle,
not quite the reaction Guy was expecting, I am sure. Yet all I
could think was who I wanted to fling my arms around first...Guy or
the fat little man who sat looking at me now with what seemed a
look of triumph on his cute, round face, who had worked more than
his magic. “I’m so sorry, Guy. I am just so surprised. I thought
you were going to ask to move in with me,” I flung my arms around
him. “Yes, yes.” I squealed in excitement. “I’ll marry you.”
    He reached into his trouser pocket.
    Oh, my god he already has a ring. I
composed myself, wiped the stray tears of joy from my cheeks and
held out my hand in anticipation. Instead, he pulled out a sheet of
paper. What the hell is that, for the love of God!! Not a ring
he has found on E-bay, printed off a picture, waiting to know if I
like it before he starts bidding? On the other hand, a bloody
credit note. He’s paid the money up front. I’ve got to go in myself
and choose it? No, Guy would never ever do either of those, would
he?
    With a sigh of relief, as I looked at the
paper it was details of the house.
    “No rush. Take your time. If you don’t like
it, fine. We can look at more. I perfectly understand.”
    Holy shit, Knightsbridge, that’s like mega
posh. Who cares a flying fuck about Southgate? Wait until I drop
this little beauty at the school gates to those mothers who think
they are so better than me, sneering at me because Guy is over
fifty. “Yes, I’m marrying Guy, haven’t y ou heard? We
are moving to Knightsbridge.” I would flash my rock as big as
my fist in front of their noses.
    Clare, just be