Single Dad In Her Stocking. Alison Roberts
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armchairs positioned in front of it and a cushioned window seat set into the mullioned window. The floorboards were polished wood but there was a large rug with a Persian design.
‘I hope it doesn’t smell musty,’ Maggie said. ‘I’ve only had a day or two to change linen and try and air things out. Some of these rooms haven’t been used since Max and Andy left home and that’s a very long time ago, now.’
‘Who’s Andy?’ Emma was still gazing around the room. Her earliest years had been in a small Italian village. Her recent years had been in a cramped one-bedroom flat in central London. She’d only ever been in houses like this when she’d paid an entry fee and stood behind the braided red ropes.
‘Max’s younger brother.’ Maggie had been leading the way to an interior door that must lead to the en-suite bathroom but now she paused. ‘He hasn’t told you what’s going on, has he?’
Curiosity battled with an odd sense of...what was it? A desire to protect Max—or at least his privacy—perhaps?
‘It’s probably none of my business,’ she said quickly.
‘Nonsense.’ Maggie flapped her hand. ‘You’re part of it for the time being, anyway, so you may as well know. The children that are arriving here any minute are Andy’s children. They’re orphans now and Max is their legal guardian.’
Wow... No wonder Max was looking like he was about to face a daunting situation. Everybody had known that he was a diehard bachelor even a decade ago. And while he’d been great with the children on that paediatric ward, he’d confessed more than once that that was because he could hand them back to their parents. Or get a nurse to change a nappy or deal with any tears and tantrums. That he’d never want to have any of his own.
And he’d just lost his brother?
‘I’m so sorry,’ Emma said. ‘I really shouldn’t be intruding. Not when the Cunninghams have just lost such a close family member.’
Maggie shook her head. ‘Andy died just over a year ago. And his marriage had fallen apart a year or more before that. They did try and work things out, and that must have been when Alice was conceived, but then it turned nasty and lawyers got involved. Simone moved away, broke a court order and took the kids with her and broke Andy’s heart at the same time. He died in a car accident not long after that. He’d been drinking and drove straight into a tree.’
‘That’s tragic...’
‘Mmm.’ Maggie hesitated for a moment and Emma wondered if there was more to that accident than simply drink-driving but if the housekeeper had been about to voice her own opinion, she obviously changed her mind. ‘Even worse, Simone wouldn’t let the family have anything more to do with the children after Andy was gone. She was living up in Scotland and Dr Cunningham didn’t even hear about her death until after her funeral. Until someone in Social Services had tracked down legal documents that gave Max guardianship.’ Maggie was moving again. ‘Come and see your bathroom. There should be everything you might need.’
Emma took in the clawfoot iron bath with its brass tapware, separate shower and shelves piled with fluffy towels. ‘It’s beautiful.’
‘It is.’ Maggie smiled. ‘This was the master suite in the early days when the boys were little ones. Dr Cunningham senior couldn’t bear to stay in it after his wife died and then he decided he’d just stay in the Green Room. Oh...is that a car I can hear?’ She walked swiftly to the window and peered down. ‘It is. I’d better go and help. There was supposed to have been a nanny here already to be with the children but she got sick and that’s why you’re here. To cover Max at work so that he can stay home to look after them all.’
Unsure of what she should do, Emma followed the housekeeper. Her head was spinning slightly with the tales of tragedy this family had experienced. What had happened to Max’s mother? she wondered. And how old had Max and his brother been when she died? She was also trying to do a bit of maths in her head. If Andy had died over a year ago and his ex-wife had already been pregnant, then this baby Alice had to be at least several months old now. Not a newborn.
She could cope with that. For one night, it shouldn’t be any problem at all, even if this wasn’t exactly the kind of clinical situation that was part of her protective walls. As for Max—she had no idea how he was about to cope. He had years and years ahead of him as a guardian. Remembering the way he’d been cradling his head in his hands when he thought he was not being observed, Emma couldn’t believe that he’d magically changed his attitude to children in the last ten years and would be quite happy to be sharing his life with them from now on.
‘Where are they?’ Maggie opened the front door but there was no sign of a car. ‘Oh, no...they must have gone through to the clinic parking.’
‘There’s another car.’ Max was standing beside her.
James Cunningham had come into the entrance foyer to see what was going on but Emma hung back, near the staircase, wondering if she should, in fact, go back upstairs for a while. How terrifying would it be for small children to arrive and be faced with so many strangers? Even if they’d met these members of their extended family it had apparently been more than a year ago and they would still be traumatised by the loss of their mother.
Through the wide gap of the open front door, she could see a large people-carrier type van that had parked a little way away from the entrance to the house and someone was getting out of the driver’s seat. Max walked out into the snow that was still falling to greet the newcomer. But someone else was running towards the front door of the house from the opposite direction. A middle-aged woman who was looking very anxious.
‘Dr Cunningham? Is the clinic closed already?’
‘Surgery finished an hour ago, Jenny.’ But James was frowning. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘It’s Terry. He’s got terrible chest pain and his spray isn’t helping. He wouldn’t let me call an ambulance. It was all I could do to persuade him to come and see you and he only did that because you’re right next door.’
Behind Jenny, Emma could see that children were being helped out of the van. A boy who might be about six or seven. A smaller girl. The driver was opening the back hatch which looked to be full of luggage and items like a pram and cot. Max was unclipping a baby seat. Emma’s mouth went a little dry. Maybe this was going to be harder to cope with than she’d thought.
James looked towards where his grandchildren were being ushered towards him. He turned his head to look in the other direction, presumably to the ‘west wing’ that housed his general practice clinic. His duty lay in both directions, with the professional one clearly more urgent than the personal.
And, suddenly, Emma knew exactly how she could help everyone here, including herself. Years of honing her skills to be able to work to the best of her ability in unfamiliar places made it automatic to take charge but, as a bonus, it felt as if her protective walls were suddenly strengthening themselves around her and keeping her in her safe space. She walked towards the anxious woman.
‘I’m Dr Moretti,’ she told her. ‘I can help you.’
Only a couple of minutes later, Emma was opening the door to the clinic with one of the keys on the ring James had given her.
‘There’s a twelve-lead ECG machine in the treatment room,’ he’d told her. ‘If it looks like an infarct, call an ambulance and then let me know.’
‘I can handle it,’ Emma had promised.
Jenny and her husband, Terry, followed her into what was clearly a waiting room.
‘How’s the pain level, Terry? On a scale of zero to ten, with zero being no pain at all and ten being the worst you could imagine?’
‘Seven,’ Terry told her. ‘It’s like a knife in my chest. It’s hard to breathe, even.’
‘Let’s