The Dilemma. B Paris A

often thought about. Livia and I had only known each other a few months and if she hadn’t become pregnant, maybe we wouldn’t have ended up together. I don’t suppose I figured in Livia’s long-term plans any more than she figured in mine, simply because neither of us were thinking that far ahead. And yet, after the first rocky few years, we’ve been happy, very happy.

      ‘Well, your mum is definitely the one for me, so I’m sure we’d have ended up together somehow.’

      ‘But you wouldn’t have had me.’

      ‘Of course we would have.’

      ‘No. If you’d married Mum later, you might still have had a son but he wouldn’t have been me. I’m only me because I was conceived and born when I was.’

      It’s one of those times when it’s like looking at myself in a mirror. He has the hurt of rejection written all over him, just as I have. We’re bleeding each other dry, I realise.

      My mind flashes back to the day he was building a Lego fort, and I became angry at his constant demands to help him.

      ‘Daddy, I only need help with this last bit,’ he’d said for the fifth time. ‘I did the rest all by myself, just like you told me to.’

      ‘It’s too old for him,’ Marnie kept telling me when I ignored him. ‘He can’t do it.’

      But Josh had persevered and instead of praising him, I lost my temper and knocked the fort over.

       ‘Why you do that?’ Marnie asked, her grammar deserting her as she looked in horror at the trashed fort.

      ‘I – it was an accident,’ I lied.

      The look she gave me, of pure disgust, reminded me of the one Livia used to give me when I eventually turned up after spending days in Bristol with Nelson.

      ‘No, you did it on purpose, I saw you! You went over and you did this.’ She made a swiping movement with her arm. ‘You’re horrible and I don’t like you anymore!’ She turned her back on me and went over to Josh. ‘Don’t cry,’ she said, reaching up and putting her arms round his waist. ‘I’ll help you build it again.’

      Going over, I crouched down beside Josh, telling him I was sorry and offering to rebuild the fort with him. But he wouldn’t even acknowledge I was there.

      ‘Leave him alone, Daddy, it’s too late!’ Marnie had cried.

      I’d looked up then and seen Livia standing in the doorway, her eyes bright with tears. Not the tears of frustration that I’d seen in the early stages of our marriage, but tears of desperation. And I wondered how long she’d been standing there, and how much she’d seen.

      ‘This can’t go on,’ she said shakily. ‘It really can’t.’ And I knew she was right.

      I tried, but Josh would barely speak to me. He kept the distance I no longer wanted him to keep, and refused to let me help him with anything. Our conversations over the years went something like this.

      ‘Josh, would you like me to help you with your dinosaur project?’

      ‘No, thank you, Daddy.’

      ‘Josh, shall I help you paint your bike?’

      ‘No thanks, Dad.’

       ‘Josh, can I give you a hand moving that bed?’

      ‘I’m fine, thanks.’

      ‘Josh, do you need some help with your university applications?’

      ‘No, you’re alright.’

      ‘Josh, when do you want me to move you to Bristol?’

      ‘It’s alright, Dad, Nelson’s lending me his van.’

      Nothing, just a barrier between us that we’ve never managed to breach. Until now, if only I can find the right thing to say.

      I bend down and ruffle Murphy’s fur.

      ‘I’m really sorry I trashed your fort that day.’

      ‘It was years ago, Dad.’

      ‘Maybe. But it’s still there between us.’

      ‘Only because you let it be. You knocked my fort down. It’s not as if you beat me or anything. You need to let it go.’

      I can’t look at him. ‘But you’ve always resented me because of it.’

      ‘No, I’ve resented the way you tiptoe around me. That’s why I needle you – I’m trying to get a reaction. I just want us to be normal.’

      ‘I’m not sure I know what normal is.’

      ‘It’s this, Dad. Having a beer and a chat and being honest.’

      Can it really be that simple, I wonder?

      ‘Anyway, I’m glad you trashed my fort,’ he goes on.

      I straighten up. ‘How do you work that out?’

      ‘Because we wouldn’t have had Murphy otherwise. That’s why you bought him for me, wasn’t it? He was a peace offering.’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Except you didn’t tell me at the time. I thought you just bought me a dog, especially as you bought Mimi for Marnie a week later.’

       ‘Only because she made a fuss about not having a pet of her own. Why – would it have made a difference if I’d told you Murphy was to make up for trashing your fort?’

      ‘Maybe. I mean, if you accept a peace offering, you’re kind of accepting to make peace, aren’t you? Communication, Dad, it’s all about communication.’

      We sit in silence for a while, finishing our beers.

      ‘I’m glad you accepted that internship in New York,’ I say, deciding to communicate how much it means to me.

      ‘Right,’ he says. ‘Shall we have another beer?’

      ‘Good idea.’

      I sit there, waiting for him to go and fetch them.

      ‘Go on, then,’ he says, nudging me.

      ‘What?’

      ‘Go and get the beers. It’s your turn.’

      Such a small thing. But as I make my way to the kitchen, it feels amazing.

Livia

      Kirin turns off the main road into an all-too-familiar street and my heart immediately starts beating faster.

      ‘What are we doing here?’ I ask, trying to hide my alarm.

      Kirin laughs. ‘Picking up Jess, of course!’

      ‘She’s coming with us?’

      ‘Yes! We wanted it to be a surprise.’

      I take a minute to digest the news, to control my emotions. I’m glad Jess is coming, of course I am, she’s my oldest friend. But it’s become complicated.

      ‘Will she be alright?’ I ask Kirin. ‘It won’t be too much for her, will it?’

      ‘She’ll be fine. But she doesn’t want to drive anymore, which is why we’re picking her up.’

      As we pull up in front of Jess’s house, I take my bag from the floor and rummage inside, feeling awful that I didn’t know she no longer felt up to driving. But how could she tell me when I haven’t seen her for weeks?

      ‘I need to send a text,’ I say apologetically, taking out my phone.

      Kirin snaps