Happy Families (8 page)
Authors: Adele Parks
The thing is Mark hadn’t asked her. She couldn’t admit as much to Paula. She couldn’t risk Paula turning her hate on to Mark, so she stayed quiet.
Mark had said that he wanted to be at the birth classes. But they hadn’t discussed anything after that. The truth was, Mark hadn’t asked to be a daddy, had he? Why should he want anything more than the birth classes? Lisa told herself she shouldn’t care. But she did!
She blamed Christmas. It came with daft hopes, like families sitting around the fireplace, or belting out a chorus of ‘Jingle Bells’ around the piano, even though everyone knew the best
they could hope for nowadays was a row over the remote control.
On a much smaller scale, Lisa was worried about what to buy Mark for Christmas: a Red Hot Chili Peppers album? Or maybe, socks, tie and a pipe? That should give the right message. Lisa couldn’t think about it any more because she was attacked by another round of sickness.
‘Tis the season to be jolly.
Yeah, right.
17
3 December
This year Christmas shopping was a chore. Lisa was so tired. She looked like the walking dead, and she felt about as healthy too. When she wasn’t being sick, she felt sick. Carol claimed to have the same problem – she said it was the shame.
Carol wasn’t going to serve drinks during the break at her kids’ Christmas concert this year. She always did. But she said this year she wouldn’t be able to hold her head up in public when Lisa’s news broke. Lisa sarcastically thanked her for her support and asked if she’d kept any of Katie’s baby equipment. Lisa couldn’t afford to take offence. Carol said she’d check in the garage but she wasn’t hopeful.
‘You’d like to cut me off completely, wouldn’t you?’ said Lisa.
‘Yes, but it’s your turn to host Christmas,’ said Carol. Lisa wasn’t sure if she was joking. Carol hated cooking and would eat with the
devil if it saved her from washing up greasy pans.
Lisa’s mum kept saying that she was looking forward to Christmas dinner, as she’d be ‘glad to talk some sense into Mark’. Lisa was worried that her mum and dad would turn up with a few pounds of potatoes and some carrots from Dad’s allotment. They’d offer them up as a dowry.
Money was tight now that Lisa had the new baby to plan for. Buying gifts on a budget for her disapproving family was no fun at all. Lisa walked around stores that sold scarves and novelty cufflinks. She didn’t know anyone who wore either. Still, that hadn’t stopped her buying similar gifts in the past.
Lisa was walking around New Look, deciding whether to buy Kerry and Paula trendy, skimpy tops. That way she’d get into their good books. But maybe she should stick to her motherly instincts and buy them thermal vests? Her brother called to ask Lisa what he should buy Gill for Christmas.
‘As in my friend, Foghorn Gill?’ asked Lisa.
‘One and the same,’ said John.
‘In that case, buy her a gag.’
‘With a blindfold and handcuffs do you think?’ asked John.
Lisa didn’t quite get his meaning. But she thought it was likely to be sexual. What else would it be with John? She blushed. ‘Too much information,’ she said.
Suddenly Lisa had some idea how her kids felt about her and Mark. There were some people it was best never to imagine having sex: your parents, your children, any of your relatives, come to think of it! That’s what made a happy family.
‘By the way, I’m bringing Gill and her boys to the annual chimps’ tea party on Christmas Day,’ said John.
Lisa couldn’t remember John bringing a date to Christmas dinner before. It must be serious with Gill.
Lisa moved on to Debenhams. She was choosing between a fake-fur hot-water-bottle cover and a Christmas cracker full of miniature whisky bottles when she bumped into Mark.
‘What are you doing in town?’ she asked.
‘Shopping.’
Of course, he probably was. They were in a shop. But he looked shifty and Lisa doubted him. Shouldn’t he be at work? Lisa looked round to see if she could spot a leggy blonde. Maybe he had a secret meeting, with a secret woman.
‘Who are you looking for?’ asked Mark.
Lisa was too tired to fake it. ‘Your mistress,’ she said.
Mark laughed. ‘I love your sense of humour.’ Then he saw her stony expression. ‘You are joking, aren’t you?’
‘I always expect the worst, and I’m rarely disappointed,’ said Lisa. She knew she was falling into her old habit of punishing Mark for Keith’s crimes. It was wrong of her. But it was a hard habit to break.
Mark looked cross for a second. But then he just asked what Lisa had bought. He was not impressed by the mittens for her mum, or by the dancing Santa for Carol, even if it did light up. Lisa didn’t like it much either, but Carol would hate it. That was what was good about it.
Lisa’s mobile rang again. This time it was Keith to say he and the Big Breasted Woman were pleased to accept the kids’ invitation to Christmas dinner. The kids had invited him to annoy Lisa. Obviously, it was an act of war. And Keith said he’d bring his parents.
Clearly, they all wanted to be in on the family crisis and gossip. Nothing else would make the Big Breasted Woman give up staying in the five-star country hotel. This had been her
plan for Christmas. She’d said that the hotel served mince pies and mulled wine, in front of the fire, at midnight on Christmas Eve. Very traditional and costly but worth every penny, said the Big Breasted Woman. Lisa had a Christmas Eve tradition too. She defrosted the turkey with a hairdrier and cursed that all the shops were closed. She always ran out of sticky tape when she still had a mountain of wrapping to get through.
‘Damn!’ said Lisa as she hung up the phone. ‘I wish mobile phones had never been invented. Then I wouldn’t get bad news in Debenhams. Christmas Day will be like Paula’s birthday – but worse because now I’m a fallen woman! We’ll have to sit together and listen to the Queen’s speech on traditional values.’
‘It will be OK,’ said Mark
‘I can’t even drink to numb the pain.’ Lisa did the maths. She’d be sixteen weeks pregnant by then. She’d be at the looking-fat-but-not-looking-pregnant stage – great.
Lisa started to cry quietly. Mark pulled her to his chest. This made her feel better – and then worse. Hadn’t he noticed that it was nice when they were together?
‘Do you want to see what I bought?’ asked
Mark. He pulled out two vouchers for a day of pampering at a spa. ‘One each for Kerry and Paula, for Christmas.’
Lisa was touched by his thoughtfulness, and his planning. Fancy, a man who Christmas shops in early December. Keith never bought Christmas presents. Lisa got new carpets in the January sales every three years. Keith got a good staff discount. Lisa bought the presents for everyone else. Lisa’s dad and John bought gifts from the petrol station on Christmas Eve. Lisa’s mum had three torches, ten cans of de-icer and loads of packets of those hanging air-freshener things. Lisa’s mum was never ungrateful though. She said she was the woman to know if ever you found yourself in a dark, snowy, smelly place.
‘This is for Jack,’ said Mark. He opened another shopping bag. Lisa looked inside.
‘A belt?’ she asked.
‘A lead. And I thought we’d get him the dog to go with it. I know we have a lot on with the baby and things, but he really wants a dog. I’ll walk it. Every family needs a dog,’ said Mark.
Jack had been pleading for a dog for months. He’d been going on and on and on and on. But
Lisa had been firm: no, no, no. But that last sentence from Mark changed her mind.
Every
family
needs a dog.
18
11 December
Lisa and Mark returned from the animal rescue centre. They’d picked a bouncing black and brown pup. The lady at the animal rescue said she was a cross between a Labrador and a Bulldog.
‘Lord help us,’ said Lisa. But she couldn’t resist. The dog had nice eyes.
The kids were all at home watching TV. The scene would have been perfect if Lisa and Mark had found the kids doing their homework. But, hey, you have to be realistic.
Jack and the dog jumped joyfully around the kitchen. One shouted thank you a million times. The other dripped saliva on Lisa’s lino. Even the girls managed a smile.
‘What should we call her?’ asked Jack.
‘It’s your dog, you pick,’ said Lisa.
‘No, Mark can pick and I’ll pick the name for the baby,’ Jack said with a big grin.
This was the first thing he’d said that so
much as hinted that he was accepting, or looking forward to, the baby. Jack had guessed Mark’s part in getting Lisa to agree to the dog. He’d be grateful forever.
‘Nothing obvious like Snowy,’ said Paula.
‘The dog’s not white, therefore Snowy isn’t what you’d call obvious,’ argued Jack.
‘Except, it’s snowing,’ said Kerry.
They all rushed to the window and silently huddled together. Kerry was right. Suddenly Christmas seemed closer and there was a sense of magic and joy in the air. They all stayed together and looked out of the window for ages. They looked like one big happy family.
‘What about Tiger?’ suggested Jack.
‘I hope he means for the dog, not the baby,’ said Paula. She gave Lisa a shy smile. Lisa didn’t need to hear the words. She knew Paula was also saying that she was OK with the idea of a baby after all. Lisa felt relief wash over her.
‘How about Daisy?’ said Kerry.
‘Daisy Dog is really girly,’ said Jack.
‘I meant for the baby!’ said Kerry.
The happy family moment seemed as though it was going to vanish.
‘Mari,’ said Mark. Then he coughed and Lisa didn’t hear the rest.
Lisa moved away from the window. She
poured five mugs of tea. She poured the right amount of milk and spooned sugar into each mug. Then she passed them round, before she started to hunt in the cupboards for the chocolate biscuits. She’d hidden them from herself in an effort to curb her non-stop eating.
The room was silent. All eyes were on Lisa.
‘I like Welsh names. I prefer Mari to Daisy,’ said Lisa. ‘How about we call the dog Daisy and, if the baby is a girl, we’ll call her Mari? If it’s a boy, Jack gets to pick. That’s fair, isn’t it?’
Still no one spoke – clearly everyone was wowed by her clear and firm solution.
‘Marry me,’ repeated Mark. This time he didn’t cough.
19
31 December
Of course she said yes. For a moment, the kids worried that she wasn’t going to answer, let alone say yes. Mark had to ask the question twice. But she just made him do that because she liked the sounds of the words, ‘Will you marry me?’
‘Yes. Yes!’
Mark had been a bit more confident that Lisa would say yes. He’d brought a bottle of champagne with him. As he popped the cork, he realized he was the only person in the room who was both legally old enough and not pregnant and could therefore drink it. Still, no one cared. The thought was a good one.
Mark and Lisa married on New Year’s Eve, at 5 p.m. It was a candlelit civil ceremony in a country hotel. Lisa thought New Year’s Eve was a wonderful evening to marry. Out with the old, in with the new! Mark thought it was a wonderful evening to marry, as he was not
likely to ever forget their anniversary. And Lisa’s brother, John, voiced the thoughts of all the guests. It was a wonderful evening to marry, as they’d all be getting drunk anyway that night. They might as well do it in candlelight.
It was a smallish wedding, only thirty guests. Lisa and Mark’s close families came, and a few friends who were available at the last minute – more than you’d imagine. Most people don’t make plans for New Year’s Eve until about the 29th of December. Everyone is sure that, at the last minute, they’ll be invited to an amazing party. This year, for Mark and Lisa’s friends and family, exactly that happened.
Lisa bought a cream dress and jacket from Monsoon. It was a bit expensive but what the hell! If not tonight, then when? She told herself that, as it was floaty, she’d be able to wear it throughout the pregnancy and afterwards. Gill agreed that this was true, because the outfit was cream and baby sick would blend.
The girls wore green velvet off-the-shoulder dresses. Both of them were wild about how grown-up and beautiful they looked. They would have liked to hide their happiness and excitement (as being that happy and excited wasn’t exactly cool) but they couldn’t. They weren’t good enough actresses.
Jack was also impressed with the suit hired just for him. Although Mark, John and Lisa’s dad all grumbled about looking like stuffed penguins, Lisa didn’t believe them for a moment. She knew they all loved wearing the posh suits. Every one of them thought he was James Bond.
Lisa carried pink roses. She carried them over her bump, because Carol reminded her to do so about fifty times, although it was a mystery as to who exactly Carol thought they were hiding the bump from. The best man’s speech was full of jokes about shotgun weddings. The ceremony was short but did the job. The buffet was great and everyone ate until they felt sick. Lisa was pleased – she liked the idea that they were keeping her company.
Lisa felt as though she was walking on air, held up by good wishes from her friends and, most importantly, by hope for her future.
Lisa watched as her mum and dad danced around the disco floor. They danced a slow and old-fashioned dance. It was familiar to her. She’d watched them dance together hundreds of times. Her kids pushed and shoved each other, half kindly, half looking for trouble, on the same dance floor. She’d seen that often
enough too. Suddenly Lisa was aware of Mark by her side.
‘Happy?’ he asked.
She nodded, flushed with how perfect it all was.
‘Want to dance?’ he asked.
‘Can you?’ she asked. She was a bit surprised. They’d never danced together.
‘I’ll hold you. We’ll sway. No one will laugh. It’s our wedding day.’
Lisa took Mark’s hand and followed him on to the floor. There they swayed together. Three generations. One happy family.
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