‘No one’s seen him, apart from that one time up at Reunion Point.’ Bella laughed. ‘I think he hides away in Bristol with his biscuits, or I think Mrs Everit said he might be in London. Anyway, who cares as long as he’s not in Port Charles?’
‘I think Jarvis saw him once up at the petrol station on the way up to St Austell. Said he was in a Porsche.’
‘Well, lucky old him!’ She bit the inside of her cheek and sipped her tea. It bothered her how the mention of news about him so piqued her interest. ‘So how are you getting to the church, Rubes? Want me to take you in Vera Wilma Brown?’
‘Christ, I’d rather not!’ She giggled. ‘I think Nancy’s coming here and we’re all going to walk up together. I thought, what with Jarv not having a big family, it would be better if we all went in one group, rather than Nancy arrive alone.’
‘Is his dad coming?’ Bella asked the question Merrin was about to.
‘Yes, apparently.’ Ruby sighed. ‘Jarvis is determined not to make a fuss of him, but I said to him, he may be a waste of space, but it will take courage for him to come back to Port Charles and be among his old friends, who all hold him in the same low regard, and so we need to make him feel welcome.’
Merrin understood this more than most.
Her sister’s voice faltered. ‘I just don’t want anything to go wrong. I want it to be perfect. I can’t be doing with falling out and bickering or even telling stories of all the bloody things that can and might go wrong!’
She and Bella shared a knowing look, the one they did when Ruby was on the verge of losing it and interventive action was required.
‘Now, Rubes,’ Merrin began, ‘we must turn to the matter in hand; it’s a rite of passage that you now have the “wiggle and tuppence” talk – time you knew what to expect on your wedding night. I’m sure we all have some good advice to give. Over to you, Bells.’
‘For the love of God, don’t make me part of this!’ Bella yelled. ‘I am the last person to give any advice on that particular subject. Aren’t I, babby?’ She leant forward and kissed her boy’s tiny hand.
‘Oh, I don’t know, Bells.’ Her mum spoke, as she kept her eyes firmly on Ruby’s locks. ‘I’d say you are probably the best person to give advice!’
‘If I must. What I can tell you is this: if you’re on the pill and you drink too much wine and throw up, you might also throw up your contraceptive, and that makes you more likely to get up the duff. Oh, and if a tall, handsome Dutchman tells you he can see a future with you, he might actually just be saying that to get into your knick-knacks and not mean it at all. Oh! And if for the briefest moment you think that what you’re feeling might be the dizzying first effects of love, remind yourself that, most likely, it is in fact the dizzying effect of the white wine you have necked – the same white wine that will make you sick and ultimately get you pregnant!’ On cue, baby Glynn cried and Bella jostled him into a new position so he could feed on the other side.
‘I can’t wait.’ Ruby looked up and reached out, taking the mug of tea from Merrin’s hand. ‘I can’t wait to become a mum.’
Bella nodded. ‘I joke, Rubes, and you know things have been shit for me, but’ – she stared at the face of her baby boy – ‘the way I love him: it’s like nothing on earth.’
‘And it doesn’t fade, Bella,’ her mum added, taking in both of her girls. ‘It never fades.’
Merrin felt a flush of guilt, knowing her mum missed her on a daily basis and wishing things weren’t so complicated.
‘And what about how you feel towards Dad. Has that ever faded?’ How had her mother felt reassured enough to take the leap? Ruby, too. Merrin was intrigued, having seen first-hand how very wrong it could go and how damaging it could be.
‘Oh, goodness.’ Her mum held the curling tongs still and looked towards the sea, gently shaking her head. ‘Your dad is . . . well, he’s part of me. I loved him completely from the beginning and something that’s complete is, I think, perfect. God knows it’s not always an easy life.’
They all laughed.
‘But it’s the only life I’d choose. I can’t imagine not being his wife and I can’t imagine any sort of happy life without him in it.’
Merrin felt the pull of tears, sick at just how wrong she had got it with Digby.
Suddenly the door to the cottage flew open, and there stood her dad in his underpants and t-shirt with a pint glass in his hand.
‘For the love of God, Ben! Where’s your trousers?’ Heather barked at her grinning husband.
‘I lost ’em. Long story!’ He turned back to the cobbles to catch the eye of Jarvis, Miguel and Robin, who had collapsed on to each other in fits of laughter. ‘You ladies carry on! I’m not staying, just come back for some fresh clothes.’ He winked at his wife and ran up the stairs.
‘I take it all back.’ Her mum sighed, as she again picked up a section of Ruby’s hair. ‘The man’s an idiot!’
Once the men were again secreted back inside the pub, Merrin rocked baby Glynn to sleep. It felt lovely to hold the little one as he slept trustingly in her arms, comforting in a way she hadn’t expected. Feelings of loss bubbled to the surface; this should have been her, at home with a baby, married and living up the hill at the Old Rectory. Her level of fragility floored her even after all this time.
‘I’d better get him home.’ Bella took the sleeping bundle from her friend and placed him snugly inside the sling now placed around her body.
‘Will we see you later, Bells?’ Ruby asked from the chair, where she was admiring her fancy hair-do in a hand-held mirror.
‘No, I don’t think so. But I’ll be here bright and early in the morning. Mum’s going to have the little ’un and I’ll express milk so she can feed him. Then she’ll bring him to the church.’
‘Smashing.’ Her mum smiled. ‘It’s so exciting! See you in the morning, Bells, and night-night, baby boy!’ She blew a kiss.
‘Merrin, if you fancy a walk, love, we’re nearly out of tea bags.’ Her mum nodded her head matter-of-factly towards the larder.
‘Oh.’ The thought of heading out into the village was almost paralysing. ‘Did . . . did you want to go, Rubes – get some fresh air? I could stay and chat to Mum?’
‘I ain’t going out! Don’t want Jarv or anyone else seeing my hair! Plus, Mum’s going to paint my nails now.’
Heather gave a false grin.
‘I’ll walk up with you, Merry, as far as I can?’ Bella held her eye.
Feeling a little bit cornered and a whole lot anxious, Merry closed the door behind the two of them, stopping by the gate to take in the view of the bay. It was more beautiful in person. Her memory had not done it justice or, more accurately, her memory could not perfectly capture how it felt to look at it. There was something about the landscape that she knew would always affect her like no other because this was where her heritage lay.
Dusk was falling as they strolled slowly up the coastal path. Merrin breathed in the fragrant sea air and felt it help soothe her troubled mind. She might not wake here every day, might be living far away, but Port Charles would always, always, be her home.