- an ever so slightly kinky addition to a romantic story by WTSman
So what happened to Catherine, Hannah, George and Colin? This is a very special, personal epilogue for a favourite friend. She let me publish it for all to enjoy. You can read this story "stand-alone", but it will make much more sense if you read "It's Practically What Uncles Are For " first.
The phone started ringing just as Hannah had gotten the baby to sleep. She straightened up her aching back, tiptoed out of the nursery and hurried - as much as she was able to these days - towards the phone in the master bedroom, wondering if she would be too late. But the caller was persistent and Hannah picked up the phone. "Hamsun - it's Hannah," she said.
"Hannah darling, I'm glad I caught you home," came Joanna's voice. "How's my God-son doing?"
"Very well, very well indeed," Hannah replied happily. "I just put him down for a nap. And how is mine?"
"Sean is being a pest!" Joanna said - though very fondly. "He has swapped day and night in order to have quality time with his dad. Dave and I both look like death warmed up from lack of sleep. None of his siblings have ever done this. I swear if he had been the first he would have been an only child!"
Hannah chuckled. "Just as well you are an old hand at this. I was stupid enough to think I knew all about babies, being a neo-natal nurse. Ha! I knew nothing. But Bernhard is really a remarkably easy baby, George tells me, especially when Colin is around. Apparently he was a night-owl too."
Joanna laughed too. "Possibly it is just because I'm getting older; Helen was in her late thirties too when she had Colin. Stands to reason it can't be as easy as when you were in your mid twenties."
Hannah agreed. She had never felt uncomfortable talking about her late aunt and mother of her step-son.
"And is little sister behaving too?" Joanna asked lightly.
"Depends how you define that," Hannah replied. "She is very active and I am big as a barn even if there are nearly two months to go - always provided the scanning was accurate. We have frankly no idea when we made her. Or how for that matter. I've been breastfeeding Bernhard around the clock, so pregnancy was supposed to be impossible."
"Sweetheart you always know how babies are made," Joanna teased. "And it would just seem you are incredibly fertile if full breastfeeding couldn't suppress your ovulation."
"True," Hannah agreed. "And at least they shan't be Irish twins."
"No, that's right," Joanna said. "But otherwise, it is a jolly good thing you get them so quickly in succession - George is not exactly young, is he?"
Hannah agreed. Her husband was past 50, but sometimes she was amazed by his stamina - both in bed (she felt herself getting wet just from the thought) and out; he seemed much more capable of handling a sleepless night than she did; when Bernhard cut his first teeth recently it was George who took care of him through the night.
"And you're sure it's a girl?" Joanna asked.
"Positive," Hannah replied. "It was a high-resolution scan to determine how far along I was and you could see everything, as in everything. It's girl all right. I've started shopping for pink!"
"Have you thought of a name for her yet?" Joanna asked
"I wanted to call her Helen, but George wasn't quite ready for that," Hannah replied. "And he feared his daughters might be upset."
"Hmm, yes, that's a point," Joanna conceded. She had been Helen's closest friend and heartbroken when she died. "What names did he suggest then?"
"Quite a few, actually - and many of them are lovely, so I said we'd just have to keep on making babies until we've used them all," Hannah chuckled, "but our current favourite is Elizabeth."
"Yes, that is lovely," Joanna said. "One of Dave's sisters is called Elizabeth. If Sean had been a girl we might have named her Elizabeth."
They talked for a while. Despite the age difference they had always found it easy to talk. Having babies at the same time obviously provided an almost endless number of subjects, but they also talked about lots of other things.
"So anyway, "Joanna said half an hour later, "I have a favour to ask. It's Fiona's Ballet in Brighton this weekend again. Sean is coming, of course and so is Liam for once, but Catherine is, if possible, less keen to go this year than ever before."
"And you still don't want her to spend the weekend with Thomas?" Hannah asked in a teasing voice.
"Actually, I would have OK'ed that. She's 15 now and on the pill after all, but no - that's not an option. It came to a crashing halt a couple of weeks ago. Apparently the young man got tired of waiting and started being pushy, so Catherine sent him packing."
"That was very mature of her," Hannah said with approval.
"That's what I told her too," Joanna agreed, "As I said, she's 15, but I swear she is more mature than Thomas' 18. It was like he had stalled at wherever he was so she simply outgrew him."
"Was she very upset?" Hannah asked.
"Not really," Joanna replied. "Mainly angry. And slightly bemused. She told me she was slowly coming round to the idea of being ready to take it to the next level, but then he jumped the gun. It's like he would have gotten what he wanted if he had waited just a little longer."
"Serves him right," Hannah said with a laugh. "Pushy boys only deserve dates with their right hands."
Joanna laughed too. "True! Anyway," she added, "I know you have a baby and another one very nearly there and all, but could you possibly manage to have Catherine this weekend?"
"We'd love to have her. She is never any trouble, quite the opposite - she is so sweet and helpful," Hannah said. "And she would be a real help this weekend; George will be in Norway - he leaves tomorrow - so it's only Colin and Bernhard and me."
"Fine," Joanna said. "We'll drop in on the way to Brighton on Saturday morning. It will be fairly early, I fear."
"No worries," Hannah said. "Catherine is unlikely to faint from seeing us in our PJs."
"Hardly!" Joanna agreed drily. "She was never one to be shy."
"No, shy she's not," Hannah agreed - from personal experience. "Colin used to be, but he is getting less so. Oh, and by the way: You will eat with us Sunday evening, right?"
"We don't want to put you out," Joanna faltered.
"Rubbish!" Hannah replied. "We're going to eat anyway. Please do stay."
"We'd love to," Joanna agreed gratefully and ended the call.
When Dave and Joanna delivered a bleary eyed Catherine on Saturday morning Hannah and Colin were up, but they were indeed still in PJs. Colin was sitting in the kitchen feeding his little brother baby-porridge but got up when Hannah and Catherine entered. "There was a rumbling from his stomach just now," Colin said, "followed by that sound in his nappy. I'll go change him."
"Thanks sweetheart," Hannah said. "Catherine and I will fix breakfast."
"Yuck," Catherine said. "I just lost my appetite."
"Don't worry," Hannah said. "We're not serving pumpkin soup."
Catherine turned almost green. "I'm not so sure I want babies anymore. It was bad enough when they are breastfed only, but when Mum started Sean on solids it got even worse."
"Honey, once you have your own babies you won't mind," Hannah said.
They got breakfast ready - Catherine had been too sleepy to eat when they got up back in London, so she was hungry too. Colin deftly ate his breakfast while spoon feeding his little brother at the same time, giving Hannah a chance to eat and relax. Catherine caught herself studying Colin with renewed interest. He was almost exactly 9 months younger than her - the joke was George and Helen had come to see Catherine when new-born and had gone straight back to the hotel to make Colin. But over summer he had outgrown her by nearly a head. She glanced at his PJ bottoms that seemed fairly tight; it was obviously not only in height he had grown. He was completely flaccid she could tell - but packing more volume than her ex boyfriend. Much more. She realised that Hannah was looking at where she was looking and blushed. Luckily Colin didn't notice and Hannah only winked but didn't comment.
After breakfast Catherine looked after Bernhard while Hannah had a shower and Colin got dressed. The little boy was around 3 months younger than her youngest brother but not much smaller - and he was at that happy-go-lucky age where any 'adult' will do, so he was quite content to be with Catherine. When his little hand fondled her breast she got goose bumps all over. He was clearly 'searching'. "I haven't got anything for you in my boobs little man," she said fondly and successfully distracted him with a rattle.
Hannah and Colin reappeared almost simultaneously. They just hung out all morning, talking about this and that. Catherine got Colin to tell about his school - an exceedingly expensive and prestigious school nearby. "Do you like it?" Catherine asked point-blank.
"Oh yeah, I like it," Colin said with conviction. "It's a bit strange having no girls there except the 6th formers, but otherwise I like it well enough."
"So you never see like, any girls your own age?" Catherine asked.
"Oh, I do - there are quiet a few in the village and plenty where I dance. I think there must be five girls for every boy," Colin replied with a smug grin.
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