When The Sax Man Plays Part 3 Managing It Excerpt
In keeping, the third book is called WTSMP Part 3 – Managing It.
Jason cast his eye over the e-mail that dropped into his inbox from the previous evening, from Lewis. It seemed “Indigo Dreams” had an unexpected surge in ratings over the past fortnight, and likewise, that led to a surge in sales for his own album.
Incredible considering the mess they were in, but it just proved that Lewis was exactly right. He’d said in the beginning that the group would soon see that their album was a one-off and yet his career was just beginning. Nobody had foreseen the problems ahead that they’d encountered, and yet, yet they’d come out relatively unscathed.
Indeed, his career was better off. Already he’d been dreaming up the selection for his next album: there was no time for rest in this cut-throat business! He looked around, seeing Carmella and Georgie were asleep. Electra was only happy when she was cradled in his arms, not that he minded, but this did rather tie him down! As it was, she was staring intently up at him.
An idea struck him, and he got up, walking through the house with her, talking sensibly to her. Pulling in her reclining chair from the next door nursery, he slipped her into it so that she was comfortable, and picked up his saxophone. Playing gently to her was magic. First, her eyes opened wide, then her eyelids drooped…further and further, until she was lulled to sleep. Quietly, Jason laughed to himself.
It was strange to think that the two were identical, and yet so much about them was completely different. Georgie scowled at him for using their nicknames – Ella and Lexy – but he’d caught her this morning using the same sweet abbreviations. In total, he was getting a straight three-hours sleep a night, and after the first week and a week of badgering, he sometimes allowed Georgie to get up to go to their cries.
Apparently, it was the first year that was the hardest, and after that, because there were two children, they basically amused themselves. Strange that when one woke up screaming, in the neighbouring cot the other slept on oblivious…which was a devious plot, he felt sure, because as one calmed and fell asleep, just as he’d tiptoed back to bed and settled under the duvet, the other woke up screaming!
“Jas?” Her voice broke his thoughts, and it wasn’t long before she’d traced him to their Music Room. “What are you doing?” She asked, a tease hidden in her voice. Her eye fell on Electra, sleeping peacefully, and Jason sitting with his saxophone, looking thoughtful.
“I’ve discovered a secret weapon.” He patted his saxophone. “She went out like a light.” His smile widened as Georgie skirted Electra’s chair and she hugged him.
“Okay, you two are going on 3 am duty from now onwards.” She teased, kissing him.
Every two hours, more or less, the girls woke up demanding to be fed. This was a particularly tricky act for the solo woken parent, as Electra preferred bottle and Carmella couldn’t make up her mind between bottle and breast. Already it was obvious which twin had taken after which parent.
Anna had no idea that she was not the only one who both dreaded and looked forward to the following week. Christopher fought against his own instincts to give Anna the confirmation personally, knowing this would only arouse suspicions in his office. Already the women were probing him for how long would it be before his nieces had cousins to play with? At first he had laughed, but now he cringed. Unusually the DNA test would be easy to confirm, using his own blood sample. He almost didn’t want to know. Either way, he was to break the truth to her at that appointment.
It would be such a cruel twist of fate if Vince was the father. Anna shook her head with her thoughts. But it wasn’t the right timing to be Chris, the dates didn’t add up. There was a chance that their approximate dates were wrong, and there was a small chance that Vince would not be involved at all.
The weight of not knowing sat on her shoulders, coupled with Christopher’s offer. He’d joked with her the first night that he’d arrived to ensure she would recover of her own accord, that when the twins arrived if living here got too much, he had a spare room. It seemed ridiculously funny, at the time, and again when he’d reiterated the offer last week.
Even now, she wasn’t entirely sure if he was joking. Theirs had developed into a real relationship, and Christopher was a real gentleman. Despite this, she couldn’t help but feel it was a little too soon to be moving in with him. Georgie and Jason were very generous, letting her stay rent-free, with them. Since bringing the twins home a fortnight ago, Anna’s constant offers to help were not refused as frequently as they had been before the births.
Often now, she looked over at her friend, especially when she was cradling either child, and saw herself, nine months down the line. A small shudder rippled through her. She didn’t know how Christopher would react if it did indeed prove that Vince was the father.
She couldn’t blame him if he steered clear of her…just the thought brought her to tears. Rather hopefully, she could see him accepting the truth, knowing that they would make a lovely family. She’d watched him with his nieces, and felt an overpowering urge to give him that sort of fulfilment and happiness. Hard and fast, she knew she’d fallen for him, sure that this was not just a rebound fling – for either of them. At least, that was what she hoped.
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