212 wivesbehavingbadly

with that surrender , i inched closer to understanding my dead husband . i knew then why nathan had come to priac bay . why he had loved it so .
a week later , we returned to lakey street late in the evening exhausted and dirty , and fell into bed .
i woke to find lucas on my bed , wrapped in his duvet , which he must have dragged in , reluctantly , i focused . " heloo , sweetie , how long have you been there ?"
" ages and ages , his treble voice piped in the silence . " why didn't you wake up , mummy ?"
"because i was tired ."
" i wantd you to wake up ."
" i knew lucas was tryping to ask me something but i was unsure what it was . " you'd better come in ." i lifted up the edge of the duvet and lucas importing the morning chill , climbed in . he snuggled into me  , and i smelled sand , salt , and seaweed .
i waited .
" do you think daddy can see us ?" his voice wavered .
i squinted down at him . he stared back and he was tryping so hrd to be composed . " probably ." then i copllected my wits . lucas wanted certainties . " yes , " i said .
" ican't see him . " his fair , rather stubby , eyebrows twiched into the frown that was growing habitual .
i stroke the tender skin between his eyes until the frown smoothed away . " we have to believe he is there ."
lucas edge closer to me , and i slipped my arm around him . " daddy was nice , wasn't he ?"
"very ."