‘I’m me. I love you,’ sobbed Kitty. ‘I’m sorry to barge in. I can’t live wiv Rannaldini no longer.’
Lysander’s stubbly jaw dropped, his bloodshot eyes opened wider and wider as he gazed at her. Then a great smile split his face and he gave a great whoop of joy and, vaulting over the sofa, fell into her arms kissing all the life out of her — but only for a few seconds because they were both so gasping and breathless they had to come up for air.
For an enraptured moment Lysander touched Kitty’s windswept hair, and ran his hands wonderingly over her pale frozen little face to prove he wasn’t dreaming.
‘I thought I’d never see you again,’ his voice broke. Then, reluctant to let her go for even a second, he dragged the hefty bishop’s chair across the room and shoved it against the front door.
‘We’re not letting Rannaldini in here.’ He collapsed into the chair, pulling Kitty onto his knee.
‘You escaped. Oh, Kitty darling, you really escaped. You are brave.’ Kissing her between sentences, he said, ‘I got you an engagement ring just in case. It’s in a case actually.’ He giggled helplessly and, leaning back, scrabbled amid the chaos of the desk drawer and produced a little crimson leather box containing an enormous diamond.
‘It’s a bit flash but diamonds are for ever. Who said that? Shakespeare?’
They were both shaking so much it took a long time for him to slide the ring on to her finger.
‘It’s ’eavenly,’ breathed Kitty, ‘ow, Lysander you shouldn’t, I mean it must’ve cost—’
‘Hush.’ Lysander put his lips on her forehead. ‘Georgie gave me back the diamond necklace I gave her to get the clasp fixed so I flogged it. You and me are what matters. How the hell did you break out of Valhalla?’
‘I rode The Prince of Darkness,’ said Kitty proudly.
‘You what?’ said Lysander, utterly aghast. ‘Oh, Kitty, you couldn’t have. You’re so frightened of horses, and I’d be petrified of riding him.’
‘I was more frightened of not getting to you,’ confessed Kitty.
‘But you’re soaking.’ Lysander suddenly took in her dripping skirt and her ripped tights. ‘Oh my God, you didn’t come over the river? You could have been drowned. You did that for me. Oh, Kitty darling, you’re so brave, I can’t believe it. Where’s The Prince now?’
‘Dunno,’ Kitty shrugged. ‘Pushed off to Paradise. He needed some fun. Probably openin’ an account at The Apple Tree, or havin’ a sherry at The Pearly Gates, or wiv any luck wrecking Percy’s garden.’
‘Kitty!’ said Lysander in awe, ‘I never thought you were capable of such irresponsibility. Oh, I love you.’
Tipping her head back he buried his mouth in hers, kissing her more and more passionately; and his stubble lacerating her cheeks was the sweetest pain she’d ever felt.
‘I can’t believe this is happening to me. Let’s go to bed. I just desperately need to prove you’re real.’ Dazedly he started to undo her grey cardigan.
But Kitty couldn’t give in to joy just yet.
‘There’s somefink I’ve got to tell you.’
Taking in her lack of suitcases, Lysander began to tremble. ‘You only came for a few minutes.’ He grasped her hands until she winced. ‘You’re going back. I can’t handle it, honestly I can’t.’
‘It’s not that. I don’t want to trap you, but I’m expecting a baby.’
‘I don’t believe it!’ Lysander’s face was flooded with relief and happiness. ‘That’s fantastic. I’ll take care of both of you. I love babies. Doesn’t matter if it’s Rannaldini’s. If we bring it up, it’ll be ours.’
Kitty was frantically wiping her eyes.
‘It’s yours,’ she whispered.
‘Mine?’ said Lysander incredulously. ‘How can you tell?’
‘Rannaldini’s ’ad a vasectomy, so it can only be yours.’
Lysander gazed at her, gradually absorbing the enormity of the truth, horrified disapproval battling with overriding pleasure and pride.
‘My baby! God, that’s great, but that bastard Rannaldini letting you think you couldn’t have kids. Christ, the bastard. I’ll give him an Iraqi manicure, then I’ll kill him. D’you mean it’s really my child, I mean, our child?’
As he took her hands kissing each finger, she could feel his tears.
‘You could have lost it,’ he said in a choked voice. ‘You might have had a fall on the road, like Mum. Oh, thank God you’re safe.’
‘It was nuffink. I wasn’t frightened once we got going because you was at the end of it.’
‘You mustn’t cry.’ Lysander reached for his handkerchief and dried both their eyes. Then he said slowly, ‘It’s
He was so desperately thin that Kitty couldn’t wait to feed him up with jam roly-poly and treacle pudding.
‘I can work right up until the birf,’ she said, not wanting him to feel pressured financially, ‘and afterwards I can take up typing.’
‘You will not.’ Lysander stuck out his chest. ‘I’ve got a proper job starting on Monday, working for Rupert, breaking and schooling horses for him. He thought it was too much hassle me keeping the weight down so he’s going to try me on eventing or even show-jumping.’
‘That’s wonderful,’ said Kitty overjoyed. ‘I’ll forgive ’im for being so ’orrible.’
‘He’s been wonderful. He’s actually taken Tiny back to live with Pridie, because both of them were missing Arthur so much. He and Taggie have gone to Bogota for six weeks to get a black baby. No, I’m not sure that’s right — anyway Dizzy’s going on holiday so Danny and I are in charge of the yard. I was shit-scared, but now I’ve got you I can do anything.’
‘You always could,’ said Kitty proudly.
‘And Rupert’s lent me a cottage. It’s really sweet, but only because you’re going to live in it. Oh, do look.’
Following his gaze Kitty saw that Lassie and Jack had curled up in the dog basket together and Jack was busy licking Lassie’s eyes and nose.
‘Jack shall have Jill.’
‘
‘He’ll need a step ladder when she reaches her full size,’ said Lysander.
‘An’ I’ll need a social ladder marryin’ you,’ giggled Kitty.
‘Don’t be ridiculous!’ he said furiously. ‘You’re so good and so far above me, Kitty. I really will be the man who made husbands jealous now, because every man in the world’s going to die of envy because I’ve got you.’ He kissed her small squashed nose. ‘I’d forgotten how beautiful you are.’
Then suddenly his flawless brow wrinkled.
‘I can’t figure it out. Basically twenty minutes ago I was going to shoot myself. Now I’m the happiest man in the world and I’m going to be a father.’
When the Tarzan howls had finally subsided, Kitty said timidly: ‘I fort if it was a little girl we could call her Pippa after your mum.’
For a few seconds Lysander couldn’t speak, then he said: ‘She’d have loved that. And if he’s a boy we’ll call him Arthur.’
THE END
