Today, the fourth Sunday in Lent is Mother's Day in the UK - the day when servant girls were allowed to go home and visit their families, taking a cake and picking wild flowers on the way - so I've chosen my six sentences from my book Secret Baby, Surprise Parents, a story about the perfect gift of surrogacy.
But nothing he had done, nothing he had achieved, not even a hastily conceived and swiftly regretted marriage had ever dulled the memory of that one night they’d spent together and still, in his dreams, his younger self reached out for her.
It had been unbearably worse during the last twelve months. Sleep had been elusive and when he did manage an hour he woke with an almost desperate yearning for something precious, something that was lost forever.
This. This woman clinging to him, this child…
He brushed his lips against her temple and then, his head full of the warm, milky scent of baby, he kissed Posie and for one perfect moment all the pain, all the agony of the last twenty-four hours fell away.Don't forget to go and check out other Six Sentence Sunday excerpts!