Most of the time, Emma was confident about their future. She loved Dexter and she loved his daughter Jasmine, who often spent time with them. The three of them were happy together. This was good for Jasmine, because Sylvie and Callum were not getting on well together . But there was one little cloud in Emma's sky. She was beginning to wish for a child of her own. And she wasn't getting any younger, of course. Dexter already had a child and he wasn't so happy with the idea of another one. Sometimes they argued about this.
'Perhaps I need to find someone else, ' Emma sometimes thought when this happened . But she never thought very seriously about leaving Dexter.
One day , Emma had met Dexter's father again. She remembered that meeting this morning.
'Of course I remember you, Emma ,' Stephen Mayhew had said. 'You called me a bourgeois fascist once. I'm very pleased to meet you again. 'And he'd told her, 'Dexter is so much better now that he has you with him. Suddenly, I like my own son again. It's wonderful.'
Now, as Emma stopped remembering things and started to get up, Dexter spoke.
'Why do you still keep your own flat, Emma? ' he said. 'You can live here all the time. You know that. '
' Dexter , are you asking me to by your flatmate? ' Emma replied, pretending to be surprised. 'It's taken you a lot of years, hasn't it?'
' Yeah, I think Ian', Dexter said .' And , yes it has. But that's what I want . '
'The flat's really too small, Dex ,' Emma said after a few moments.
'Well, let's but a house together, Em,' Dexter said.