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Hide and Seek
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Author: Amy Bird
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the CD player. And I get an outbreak of the goofy grins again at the thought of being a dad. Plus it is, as I’ve said, pretty amazing music.
    “Put it on track three,” I say. “It’s the best bit.”
    Ellie rolls her eyes. “Will always likes to get straight to the climax.”
    I try to blush but I guess my parents kind of know we’re having sex. The evidence is protruding from Ellie’s belly. If not my tousled hair. Plus it’s like they’re not in the room. This is mine and Ellie’s and little (almost baby) Leo’s moment. We can do what we like. Mum is holding the Appletiser glass so tightly I am worried she might break it. Maybe I should offer her something stronger.
    But then the room is filled with Max Reigate’s amazing sounds. The piano builds up in a wonderful rhythm of threes – ya da da, ya da da, ya da da – with chords separating then combining, unrelentingly crescendoing until my brain feels like it’s filled with blood, and with each beat of the piano hammers against the strings, there is more blood, pulsating to escape. And then –
    “This is the best bit,” I say, waving my arms around, twirling about the room, in a way I know Ellie thinks is attention-seeking, but it’s how the music moves me. “Listen to how the violin and the piano are almost talking to each other, like a love affair, together coming closer and closer towards the climax, that wonderful pianorgasm and – ”
    The music stops. But it’s not the end. Mum is standing next to the CD player, her finger on the stop button. Her back to the room.
    “Mum, did you stop it? Sorry, did ‘pianorgasm’ offend you? It just…”
    I trail off. Because Mum turns to face me. And she has tears in her eyes.

Chapter Five
    -Will-
    “Mum? Is something wrong?” I ask, rushing to her.
    She is shaking her head wordlessly.
    “Gillian, you OK? Do you need to go home?” Dad puts his arm around her.
    Mum takes a deep gulp and manages to add some words to her head-shaking. Too many of them.
    “Home? Don’t be silly. We’re celebrating! Isn’t it wonderful news about the scan? Ellie, have another cupcake!”
    “Mum, honestly, are you OK? Do you want to sit down?”
    “I’m fine, Will.” Mum replies. “Just being silly. The music’s beautiful, and you’re having a little boy. I’m just so pleased.”
    I look up at Dad. He is standing mutely behind Mum.
    “Aren’t we pleased, John?” Mum asks him.
    Dad takes his cue. “Delighted. I might even have a cupcake too.”
    Good. Some kind of normality is restored, I guess. I help myself to a cupcake. Not sure what the blue icing is made of, but it’s pretty tasty. I wonder if Mum had some pink cakes in reserve.
    “Great. So. What shall we do, to celebrate?” I ask.
    “Let’s get the photo albums down,” says Ellie. “Go mushy over pictures of us when we were little.”
    “Mum, Dad, what do you think? I don’t have my baby ones, obviously but – ”
    Mum cuts in. “We’re so sorry about that, Will. I keep replaying the moment we closed the door on the Dartington house – I was sure we had everything. And I called up the new owners about the albums, but nothing.”
    “Probably paedos,” jokes Ellie. “Wanted to ogle photos of Will in his little bathtub.”
    I’m not sure Mum gets that it’s a joke because she looks a bit appalled.
    “Yep, thanks for that Ellie,” I say. “Now, Mum, Dad, in a non-paedo way, would you like to look at photos of baby Ellie?”
    “Why not?” says Mum brightly. “Let’s go through to the living room. It will be more comfortable in there for Ellie.”
    “Fine. You go through. We’ll make some tea and bring in the albums.”
    So Mum and Dad potter off into the front room, taking the scan picture with them. In the kitchen, I fill the kettle. Ellie is springing around in excitement. I wonder if Leo enjoys that or if it’s like being inside a mad rollercoaster.
    “You know who else lives in Dartington?” she asks me in a whisper. “Max
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