Having It All

The closer Emma got, the more she began to question what it was she really wanted

- Lucie Kay

Picking up the post, I pulled my suitcase into the hall. Amongst the usual bills, I noticed the letter I’d been waiting for and hid it in my pocket. I sank into the settee in the living room.

‘How lovely to be home,’ I murmured.

Martin didn’t hear me – he was already in the garden checking his plants. He waved through the French windows, encouraging me to come out and look at the new buds on his roses.

‘The garden’s looking fabulous,’ I said as I stepped outside and sat down near him on the garden bench.

‘Doesn’t an English garden smell wonderful?’ he said, sitting down and kissing me on the cheek.

‘Home smells divine – but I love going abroad, too. Croatia was amazing.’

‘Brilliant! One of the best trips we’ve had so far,’ Martin agreed, admiring our holiday snaps as I flashed some of them up on my phone.

It was the first time we’d been to Croatia. We had walked the walls of the beautiful, medieval city of Dubrovnik, followed by a few days on the island of Korcula where we swam and sunbathed. Then we travelled on to Split to explore its history and enjoy the wonderful restaurants.

‘Right, I’m going to mow that lawn before it gets dark.’ Martin said.

I watched him as he walked to the shed and couldn’t help noticing how handsome he was looking. We had walked miles every day while away and had built in some snorkelling excursions so we were both fit and tanned.