A cockerel welcomed the rising sun with its cheerful call as Libby threw open the shutters to reveal yet another glorious day. She leant out the window and inhaled the sweet fragrant smell of the honeysuckle plant that curled its way around the windowsill. The hills and fields below were bathed in the golden glow of the sun. In the distance the sea lay calm and majestic, the clouds above tinged with pink. Libby’s heart soared like it did every morning as she drank in her surroundings. It had been nearly a year and a half since Angus and Libby had left London and she couldn’t be happier in her new life, her new home.
She looked at Angus, sprawled across the bed, and her heart swelled with love. He had surpassed her every expectation. He was the perfect friend, the most incredible lover, as well as the best father-figure to Izzy she could have hoped for. He had been her rock as they had adjusted to their new life in Italy. He had thrown himself into the adventure with verve, learning the language, networking and making friends with the locals, building his studio, helping her with the guests, and generally making every day enjoyable. He was relaxed when he saw Luca, never showing any signs of jealousy or anger, despite the upheaval, pain and suffering Luca had caused him. He was always the perfect gentleman, and Libby loved him ever more for it.
She left him sleeping peacefully in bed, and crept along the corridor to Izzy’s room. She was still fast asleep, for once. Libby took advantage of the peace and quiet and went downstairs to make herself a cup of tea. She took her steaming mug outside, a canopy of fuchsia bougainvillea hung high above the patio with its large wooden table and chairs. The garden, full of flowerbeds bursting with colour, was her favourite place. Once the guests had left for their day excursions or their onward journeys, she spent hours out here with Izzy, playing and weeding.
She walked down to the bottom of the garden before turning back to wind her way through the vegetable patches and fruit cages that she and Angus had built. As she approached the house the kitchen door opened and Angus appeared. He waved and smiled at her, saying, ‘Morning!’ Izzy was wearing her pink pyjamas. She rubbed her eyes sleepily next to him, her tiny hand in his. Libby felt a pang of love as she looked at them both. At the same time a tiny kick pulsed deep within her swollen belly. It was as though the baby was reminding her of his presence too, not wishing to be forgotten. She rested her hand on her growing bump and smiled. ‘Breakfast time!’ she called as she walked back up the garden path to join them.
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