“I know I love him more than I ever did Grant.”
She fights a smile. “I can see the attraction. I guess now I’ve seen the way he looks at you and how you are together I’m willing to give him a chance.”
“‘Willing to give him a chance’?” We share a laugh. “You’re funny.”
“But seriously, if he breaks my daughter’s heart, Dylan Morgan will regret it.” When I shake my head in warning, Mum pulls two glasses from a cupboard on the wall. “Time for a wine. Christmas Eve has officially started.”
“Robert isn’t home yet.”
“He’s on his way.”
A bottle of sparkling water pokes from one of the bags, and I pull it out. “I’ll have some of this, I don’t want any wine.”
“No?” Her reaction is exactly what I expected as she studies my face. “Is that the reason you’re married?”
“Because I don’t like wine?”
“No. Are you expecting?”
I swallow. Even though I’d prepared myself for the questions and knew they would push at the papered over hole in my heart, Mum’s words still hurt. “No.”
“Are you sure? Please don’t hide things from me. All those months and you never once explained what was happening with you and the rock star.” I look away, chewing inside my cheek, willing her to stop. “Nobody here will tell the press. We’re family.” Mum takes my hand, and I fight the growing pain spreading from my heart to my chest. “Sky?”
“I’m not pregnant. We...” I clear my throat. “I’m not drinking because we’re trying, and I don’t want any alcohol just in case.”
“Already? Sky, are you sure a baby is a good idea?”
My Mum is a mirror of the Sky from last year, the one who couldn’t trust in anything but cold logic. “Can we stop this conversation now?”
“Okay. But don’t hide anything from me.”
I force a smile, wanting out of this room and conversation. “Of course. I might take a rest before dinner if that’s okay?”
I can fool many people, but never my Mum. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
I hug her. “All good. And Mum?”
“Yes?”
“No surprise visitors please.”