Above And Beyond is Rob and Roxy’s story but it isn’t where they started and it may not be where they end. Okay, this love story may be a bit on the sappy side, but I like that. High stakes emotion with plenty to lose make the best stories, especially when a baby is involved. Not their baby, but Roxy is as fierce as any new parent and she delivered her Papua New Guinean’s friend’s baby in a hut, so it’s personal. This scene comes right after the birth when Roxy and Rob meet again and she’s wondering how the hell her paid escort from Cairns a month ago has turned up to rescue them.
Roxy wrapped the baby up properly and handed her to Madi’s waiting arms. Then all three of them cried. Granted, the baby wailed a little louder but Roxy sat in a dilapidated hut, in a tropical storm, while men wanted to kill her somewhere out there, and celebrated the miracle of new life.
‘Look!’ Madi pointed towards the doorway. She put the crying baby to her breast, where she latched on and quieted.
Roxy saw it too. A thin column of light wavering slightly, getting closer. A torch. They’d found them. They’d found them and this baby deserved to live longer than ten minutes. Roxy grabbed her long, heavy torch from her pack and pressed her finger to her lips, helping Madi and the baby to shuffle into the darkest corner with the blanket still ready for the afterbirth.
Roxy huddled close to the entrance, pressed to the wall like a picture frame, barely breathing. She held the torch up with both hands. If she was going down, she was going down fighting. Fuck them. Who were they to say when she checked out of this world?
A bulk in all black crawled into the space and Roxy brought the torch down as hard as she could, and she heard a grunt as the figure slumped to the floor. She heard Madi choke back a scream. Just before she delivered the blow she heard her name. The voice sounded male and familiar. Impossible.
Roxy lifted the hood just off the face of the would-be attacker and shone the torch. No. Way. No way in the world. ‘Rob?’ She pulled the hood right back and she was sure. ‘Oh no. I’ve killed him. Christ. How did he get here?’
‘Friend?’ Madi asked.
‘Something like that.’ Her finger ran down his strong cheek and she brushed his hair away from his forehead. She touched behind his head where she’d struck and rubbed her fingertips together. Not wet, no blood. Her sigh sounded out.
‘Love. Lover.’ Madi’s bright white smile beamed across at her.
‘No. No. Friend.’
Madi just kept smiling.
Rob stirred. Roxy felt incredibly stupid, and attracted, and pissed off — but mostly stupid and attracted. ‘Rob? Jesus. What are you doing here? How?’
He groaned and touched the back of his head then he dragged himself into the hut properly. ‘Long story. I’ll fill you in when I get my brains back out of my arse.’
It sounds fascinating! I bet you had fun writing it! What's next?
I adored writing Roxy and Rob’s journey but I get a feeling they have a lot more story to tell. I mean, what happens when Roxy gets back to the island with the baby? What happens when Rob goes to meet his daughter in Tasmania? How is the baby’s father going to feel when he sees Roxy again and is that how she lands back in danger (because she does, just sayin’)? With all good intentions, but, how is this long distance relationship going to work, they never do, do they? Yep, they have more to come but I hope you get a connection with them in their story so far and love them as much as I do.
I'm looking forward to reading Roxy and Rob's story! Thanks for dropping in on your special day, Wendy! I hope the champagne is on ice!
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