from scratch. The pair of them had spent hours in the shed at the bottom of Nathan’s garden working on the machine together. It was at times like this Nell missed washing his greasy overalls and hearing all about the mechanical parts that they needed next, even though she’d no idea what any of them did or what they were for.
‘You haven’t upset me. I’m doing just fine. Good memories are what I need to cling on to, especially on days like today,’ she said suddenly, swinging her head around and remembering that the hosepipe was still attached to the water tank.
‘I think the tank’s full. Jacob, are you strong enough to switch off the water?’ she asked raising her eyebrows in the direction of the tap.
‘I am, Aunty Nellie,’ he saluted heartily.
Bea spotted them from the deli window and joined them outside. Everyone smiled as Jacob clumped towards the tap. He grasped it with both hands and spun it around until the water stopped.
‘All done!’ He shouted triumphantly.
Nell gave him the thumbs-up and pulled the hose from the tank.
‘Will you ever live in a proper house, Aunty Nellie?’ he asked her and she cupped her hands around Jacob’s bright-red chubby cheeks.
‘I love my floating home,’ she answered, planting an enthusiastic kiss on top of his head.
Tears threatened again, thinking of Ollie and how proud he would be of Jacob, who was such a bundle of fun and growing into a remarkable young boy.
‘Right, young man, say goodbye to Mummy and Aunty Nellie. Let’s get you off to school.’
Bea kissed his cheek then swung him round before planting his feet firmly back on the floor.
‘See you later, alligator,’ Nell smiled, holding up her hand for a high-five.
They both stood outside the deli and watched Nathan and Jacob walk hand and hand up the wharf until they disappeared.
Nell felt a pang of sadness, ‘I only have one regret in life so far,’ she said sadly.
‘Which is?’ Bea answered softly.
‘That we never got round to having children,’ she replied, wiping away a tear. ‘I always hoped to be a mother.’
Bea placed her hand in the small of Nell’s back as they walked inside the deli. ‘You’ll make the perfect mother one day.’
‘Maybe one day.’
‘Definitely one day,’ Nell reassured her.
The morning had passed quickly and by lunchtime the deli was pleasingly heaving with customers. There were the regulars who lived on the canal boats who placed frequent orders and those folks who were just passing by. Today everyone seemed in good spirits despite the miserable grey February weather outside.
Nell heard a clonk on the deli window and looked up to see her mum sliding from the saddle of her bike. She balanced the handlebars against the window and grabbed her purse from the basket. Catching Nell’s eye, she waved.
‘You’ve got to love the smell of freshly baked bread,’ she beamed, swinging open the door to the deli and sniffing the air. ‘Pop one of those bloomers in a bag for me, love.’
‘Good afternoon, Mum,’ said Nell, smiling, reaching for a lightly baked loaf. ‘Not too dark,’ she added quickly.
‘Are you trying to suggest my bloomers are burnt,’ Bea chuckled, scooting towards Gilly and kissing her on both cheeks.
‘Absolutely not, wouldn’t dream of it. Oh and one of those iced buns too.’
Nell reached into the glass cabinet, which was bursting with mouth-watering cakes and pasties while Gilly rummaged around in her purse.
‘They are on the house today, Gilly!’
‘Very kind of you, Bea, thank you.’
‘You’re welcome. I hear you’ve gone and gotten yourself some very cute additions to your household.’
‘Indeed, you must bring Jacob over, he’ll love them!’
‘I will!’ Bea touched Gilly’s arm before disappearing back into the kitchen.
‘You look tired,’ Gilly said, lowering her voice as she spoke to Nell.
‘Honestly, I’m okay.’
‘My guess is you barely slept,’ she narrowed her eyes and gave Nell her ‘she knows best’ look.
Nell gave her a weak smile, ‘A little bit of a restless night, that’s all, Mum.’
‘Understandable. Christmas, birthdays and anniversaries are always the hardest,’ Gilly raised her eyebrows knowingly.
Ollie’s first birthday without him flashed through Nell’s mind. She’d spent the day a blubbering wreck up at Bluebell Cottage, with only her mum for company. They’d been on a long walk, visited the lake and after dinner they’d curled up on the settee with a bottle of wine, a box of chocolates and watched a marathon of rom-com films. That day had felt hollow, but despite all the heartbreak, Nell knew she’d come a long way in the last two years; those feelings weren’t as painfully raw as they had once been and that was all down to the love and support of her mum and Bea.
Nell slid the bag over the counter towards her mum.
‘I’ll see you later,’ Gilly said warmly, before grabbing her bread and walking out of the deli.
Nell took a breather for the first time today as the deli began to quieten down. She wandered into the kitchen and quickly loaded up the dishwasher before washing her hands and hanging the tea towel over the rail of the stainless-steel oven. Bea was glazing a tray of sausage rolls.
‘I could murder a cuppa,’ said Nell, ‘Shall I put the kettle on?’
‘No need, I’ve read your mind. I was just about to bring you through a skinny cappuccino,’ she nodded towards the two steaming mugs.
‘Skinny, are you trying to tell me something?’ Nell brought her hand up to her chest in mock outrage, pretending to look hurt. ‘Do I need to go on a diet?’ she joked.
‘Ha no! It was my new year’s resolution to try and cut down, but you know what, sod that,’ she said taking hold of the mugs, ‘Wait there! Two luxury hot chocolates with the works coming right up!’
‘Now you’re talking!’
Five minutes later Bea and Nell were leaning against the counter, holding the most scrumptious-looking drinks, laced with marshmallows, cream and chocolate flakes.
‘Wow, I’m going to need an afternoon kip after this!’
Bea
