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  A Summer Wedding for the Cornish Midwife

  Jo Bartlett

  To Anna and Harry, who made my greatest dream come true, and to Ellie and Jake who taught me that families are made in more than one way.

  xxxx

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Acknowledgments

  More from Jo Bartlett

  About the Author

  About Boldwood Books

  Prologue

  ‘Look at my beautiful girls.’ Colin Jones beamed at the reflection in the full-length mirror, as he stood with his arms around his wife and daughter. ‘And our Anna, all grown up and ready to go out and change the world.’

  ‘We’re so proud of you, darling.’ Anna’s mother, Maggie, reached up and planted a kiss on her daughter’s cheek, almost dislodging the floppy-brimmed hat she was wearing for her daughter’s graduation.

  ‘Thanks, Mum. I’m not sure I’ll change the world, Dad, but I can’t wait to get started.’

  ‘My daughter the midwife.’ Colin shook his head, letting his arms drop to his sides as if he still couldn’t quite believe it. ‘A university graduate in the family. You’re definitely the brightest of the three musketeers!’

  ‘Maybe we’ll have to let Anna break up the trio, she’s got to make her own life now, Col.’ Maggie looked from her daughter to her husband and back again as they stepped away from the mirror. Anna was shaking her head so hard she was almost in danger of dislodging the mortar board that her mother had helped her pin in place just moments before.

  ‘The three musketeers are forever. Always have been, always will be.’ Anna’s decision to choose the university closest to home was so she wouldn’t have to spend any length of time away from her parents. It probably seemed an odd thing for a twenty-something-year-old to do, but, as the only child of two only children, they really were one another’s whole worlds.

  ‘I was thinking we ought to take Vanna out for a trip to celebrate your graduation and I’ve found just the place!’ Colin grinned, his whole face lighting up with excitement, the way it always did when he was planning a trip in the old ice cream van he’d converted into a camper – just after Anna started secondary school – that they’d christened Vanna. In between their annual summer holidays in Port Agnes, on the beautiful Atlantic coast in Cornwall, the three of them took it in turns to plan road trips. They’d pick out weird and wonderful place names from the well-thumbed map book that only ever left the glove compartment of Colin’s car when they were planning one of their adventures.

  ‘Where is it this time?’ Anna raised an eyebrow. They’d been to Boggy Bottom, Droop and Giggleswick in the last year alone, when most of her mates were saving hard for weekends in London, or summer breaks in Ayia Napa or Ibiza. Not Anna though, give her Boggy Bottom with her mum and dad any day.

  ‘Ugley Green!’

  ‘And what inspired that choice?’ Maggie was already laughing before she reached the punchline. ‘The lime green tie you’re wearing for your daughter’s graduation!’

  ‘Cheeky! Come here and say that.’ Colin pulled his wife into his arms and twirled her around in a circle, making her laugh all the more. It was a family joke that he seemed to think he was some kind of fashion expert when it came to commenting on other people’s outfits, when his own taste in clothes was definitely questionable. Good-natured teasing was a big part of family life and their house had always been filled with laughter. Watching her parents together, Anna couldn’t help smiling.

  ‘Are you sure you two don’t want me to bow out, so you start having trips on your own? You’ve waited nearly twenty-two years to get your freedom back.’ Even as she said the words, she mentally crossed her fingers that her parents wouldn’t take her up on the offer. When she thought any distance into the future and the idea of starting a family of her own, she couldn’t separate that out from being with her wonderful parents, who’d already been in their forties when she came along. She pictured a camper van of her own, trundling along in convoy with Vanna, her husband and children every bit as excited about a trip away with Nanny and Granddad as she was. But if they needed a decade of freedom between now and then, while she established herself in her midwifery career, then she wasn’t going to be too selfish to let them have it.

  ‘Having you never meant giving up our freedom. Having you meant we got what we wanted all along.’ Maggie smiled at her daughter, tears making her eyes glassy, as Colin nodded in agreement.

  ‘I didn’t know just how much until the day your mother put you in my arms.’ He slid his arm around Anna’s waist again. ‘But if we don’t get a move on, you’re going to be late for your graduation photos and your mother’s planning on buying the biggest size they’ve got to put up above the mantelpiece. We can talk about our trip to Ugley Green later and the first thing I’m going to pack is this tie!’

  ‘Over my dead body and you’re not taking those hideous sandals you bought either!’ Maggie gave her husband a gentle nudge, and took his arm on the other side of Anna; the three musketeers off to mark a special day in the history of their little family. One day, if Anna got her way, that family would be twice as big, with a partner and at least two children of her own. But the three musketeers would always be at the centre of her world – she couldn’t imagine it any other way…

  1

  Eighteen years later

  ‘This is a crazy idea, isn’t it?’ The suffocating feeling sweeping over Anna was only partly down to the wedding dress designed for someone at least six inches shorter, which made it impossible to move her arms.

  ‘What? Trying to find a dress in the only bridal shop in Port Agnes, instead of going into Truro?’ Her best friend, Ella, raised an eyebrow, but Anna shook her head.

  ‘No. Well, yes… but not just that. Trying to choose a wedding dress that’s going to fit whether I’m five months pregnant by the wedding, or still the same shape as a slightly lumpy ironing board.’ If someone didn’t unzip the itchy lace on the back panel of the dress soon, Anna was going to rip it off. ‘It’s bad enough tracking my temperature and jumping on poor Brae every time there’s the remotest possibility that I might be ovulating, but I had no idea planning a wedding could completely take over your life too. Now I know why most people give it at least a year!’

  ‘First of all, you do not look like an ironing board and no one says you have to wear a traditional wedding dress.’ Ella gave her a level look. ‘Brae would marry you in your underwear. In fact, he’d probably like it and I bet he likes being jumped on too!’

  ‘Don’t even joke about the underwear thing. I’ve been having anxiety dreams about walking down the aisle naked as it is!’ Anna laughed. However horrifying the thought of displaying her lumpy bits in public might be, Ella was right; Brae wouldn’t give a damn what she wore and she felt the same about him. Not only that, she had Ella with her every step of the way too, and she couldn’t have asked for a better bridesmaid. Or a better friend. When Ella had joined the midwifery unit that Anna headed up, they’d immediately hit it off, and it was Ella who’d set her up with B
rae in the first place. Port Agnes had been a haven for both of them, when they’d needed it most.

  ‘As long as you don’t want me to go naked too. You know I’d do almost anything for you and Brae, but I’ve got to draw the line at that!’ Ella grinned and Anna laughed.

  ‘When you agreed to be my bridesmaid, I promised I wouldn’t make you look like you were dressed as one of the sweets from a tin of Christmas chocolates, or put you in layers of orange tulle. I’m hoping that when Susie gets back out here, she’ll have something both of us can live with.’ As Anna moved, the bones sewn into the side of the bodice dug into her flesh. ‘In the meantime, can you unzip this thing for me, before it brings me out in a rash?’

  ‘No problem.’ As it turned out, Ella had to give the zip a pretty hard tug. Susie, who owned the wedding dress shop, had insisted that most of the samples would fit Anna and that would make it relatively easy to find her a dress she could take home straight away; if she didn’t mind having one that had been tried on and probably rejected by every bride-to-be in Port Agnes. Although if the fit on this first dress was anything to go by, Anna wasn’t holding out much hope of finding anything. Even Susie had furrowed her brow after the first couple of dresses, describing Anna as ‘unusually long in the torso even for someone so tall’ and disappearing to find something more suitable for her apparently freakish dimensions. None of it was doing much to build up Anna’s confidence.

  ‘I keep wondering if I’m too old to wear a proper wedding dress anyway. I’m nearly forty.’

  ‘Who gives a stuff, even if you were ninety-nine?’ Ella was having none of it. ‘You should wear exactly what you want to wear, whether that’s a pair of jeans, or mountains of silk and a train I can barely help you down the aisle with – it’s your day.’

  ‘I wish Mum hadn’t lost her dress.’ Anna swallowed hard against the lump in her throat. Maggie should have been there. Sitting on one of the chairs covered in crushed velvet, staring at Anna with tears filling her eyes every time she came out of the changing room, even if the dress she was wearing was a monstrosity. It was such a rite of passage for mothers and daughters and the ache that never left Anna intensified as she caught sight of the empty chair again. Shaking herself, she turned back towards Ella. ‘It was Nanna’s before hers, and it would be right on the vintage trend now, but it got lost in the last move before they…’ Even after so many years, Anna found it hard to finish the sentence, to admit out loud that both her parents had gone. Every time she thought about walking down the aisle she pictured another empty space, but this time it was next to her, where her father should have been.

  ‘You might not have the dress, but you’ll be sharing your mum and dad’s wedding day.’ Ella’s tone was gentle. She knew exactly why Anna had chosen 6 July for the wedding. Anna’s parents had got married in 1966, just before the start of the football World Cup, where her father would be working as a groundsman at Wembley Stadium and her parents had spent a two-day honeymoon in a London guest house, before her father started his new job. Anna’s mother had returned home without her new husband and had always said that she’d married him accepting that his greatest love would always be football – but all that had changed when Anna came along. From what they’d said, the wedding had been very low-key, but wearing her mother’s dress would have been really meaningful. So even if Susie miraculously found something that would fit Anna’s apparently outlandish upper body, it could never measure up.

  ‘Okay, I’ve got three more dresses for you to try on.’ Susie smiled as she came back out into the shop, with the dresses draped over her arm. ‘And four for Ella. You said you didn’t have a specific colour theme, didn’t you?’

  ‘Uh-huh, we’re just going with the flowers the hotel has on display and we’re going to personalise our own centrepieces for the tables. We couldn’t really expect them to do anything extra when they’re doing us such a big favour by squeezing us in.’ The Red Cliff Hotel on the outskirts of Port Agnes was in an old manor house and they’d booked the ballroom in the west wing. The fifth and sixth were the only days in July when there wasn’t another big event booked in. It meant that they had to do all the setting up on the fifth, but with less than fifty guests it was doable. By the time the seventh rolled around, Anna would have a family again for the first time in years. That was a million times more important than the dress, the venue or any other detail that Brides Monthly might insist was essential to the perfect wedding.

  ‘Fantastic.’ Susie smiled again. ‘I’ll leave you girls to try the dresses on and let me know what you think.’ Thankfully she seemed to have picked up on the fact that Anna didn’t want an audience, or anyone to try and convince her that something looked okay when it obviously didn’t. It was different with Ella, Anna trusted her implicitly and there weren’t many people in the world she could say that about.

  ‘Okay. You go first and when we’ve found something for you, I’ll see if I can find anything halfway decent. If we find anything you like, I’ll see if she can order something in the same colour for Jess and Toni.’ Anna channelled her inner bridezilla and hustled her best friend into the changing room. She might not hold out a lot of hope of finding the right dress for herself, but Ella would look brilliant in anything. At least one decision was going to be easy. Her other bridesmaids were midwives at the unit too, but bringing all three of them, and hoping they’d all like the same dress, had felt like asking for trouble.

  ‘I think this one looks like a wedding dress, especially as it’s ivory.’ Ella emerged from the changing room in the last of the four dresses, screwing up her face in the process. ‘It’s also a really similar cut to my own nearly-but-not-quite wedding dress.’

  ‘I can see what you mean, but the colour wouldn’t have bothered me if you’d wanted to wear it.’ Anna scanned the younger woman’s face, searching for any hint that she might be upset. Less than two years before, Ella had been very publicly jilted by her fiancé on the day of her wedding, and worst of all it had been caught on film and become a viral internet sensation. If it still bothered her, even in the slightest, she was doing a very good job of hiding it.

  ‘I like all of them, apart from this one, but if it was down to me I’d go for the grey dress. It’s the perfect colour and I actually feel quite slim in it.’

  ‘Grey it is then.’ Anna breathed out. ‘I suppose I better try and find something now.’

  ‘I wish I could wave a magic wand and give you the dress you really want, but just keep an open mind and give me a shout if you want some help.’ Ella waited outside the changing room and Anna took the first dress off the hanger. She didn’t even bother to ask Ella to zip it up, before pulling it off again. There were big flowers decorating the waistband and shoulder straps, and it couldn’t have been more wrong. She felt like a fairy on top of a Christmas tree, and an ancient one at that. Her dad wouldn’t have been able to stop himself saying ‘Are you really wearing that?’ if he’d been there. She could still remember the time she’d channelled her inner Britney Spears and worn a denim cap and low-slung jeans, with a tiny crop top. Her father had looked her up and down for a moment and disappeared without saying a word. A minute later he was back with a big overcoat, which he’d insisted would improve the outfit no end, and the truth was he’d been right. But not even a giant overcoat would save this one. Pulling on the second dress, she couldn’t help shaking her head, even as she tried to listen to Ella’s advice and keep an open mind.

  ‘Do you want me to zip it up for you?’

  ‘I suppose so.’ Anna drew back the curtain and Ella quickly zipped up the dress. Stepping out, she just hoped it would look better in the soft lighting of the shop. If anything, it looked even worse. ‘Do I look as uncomfortable as I feel?’

  ‘The dress is fine, but it’s not you, is it?’ The puffy skirt would have looked cute on someone short, but it made Anna feel like a drag queen with none of the glamour.

  ‘I hate it almost as much as it hates me, judging by the static shock
it gives me every time I move.’ Anna pulled a face. ‘At least there’s one more to try. I just need to get this monstrosity off first.’

  ‘What’s it like?’ Ella’s voice was tentative before she came in to zip up the last dress.

  ‘I don’t know yet, but it already feels a lot better than the others.’

  ‘Well if the front is half as nice as the back, I think you’re on to a winner.’

  Stepping forward, Anna could see how the dress really looked for the first time and she actually felt like doing a gameshow hostess twirl. The dress was vintage style and it was by far the closest to the one her mother had worn. She could almost hear her mum whispering in her ear that this was the one. Turning around to face Ella, she smiled. ‘So, what do you think?’

  ‘It’s perfect.’ It was Ella who said the words out loud, sniffing hard. ‘You look so much like your mum in the photos you showed me.’

  ‘I know it sounds stupid, but it’s almost like I can feel her here when I’m wearing it.’

  ‘It’s not stupid.’ Ella slipped an arm around her waist. ‘And Brae is going to think he’s gone to heaven when he sees you walking up the aisle towards him.’

  Anna nodded, trying not to think again about the fact that she’d be walking up the aisle alone. Losing both her parents in such quick succession had been like someone pulling the rug out from under her feet and she wasn’t sure she’d have survived if she hadn’t been able to bury herself in her job. Her boyfriend at the time – who she’d met just after leaving uni – had been sympathetic in the beginning, but in the end even he’d told her that she needed to get over it. Did you ever really get over losing the people you loved, though? Anna had learned to live with it, like anyone who’d lost someone had to. It had probably been inevitable that she’d lose her parents sooner than most people – her father had been forty-four when she was born, and her mother had just turned forty – but facing her wedding day without them had brought their loss right back to the surface again, even after all this time.