I had discussed beforehand what I was and wasn’t prepared to talk about, but as the interview went on and we talked about the charity and my reasons for supporting it, I had ended up talking first about my ectopic and then loosing Beau and my hysterectomy, which ultimately led me to talking about Sean. The woman carrying out the interview was a favourite of mine. She was married, with children of her own. Her questions weren’t pushy or leading and I opened up to her freely. I discussed the accident, my depression afterwards and how I was now trying to move forward with Cam, whom, I explained, was supporting me every step of the way with events for this coming weekend, many of which were being held in venues owned by him and which he had given the use of free of charge.

I didn’t mean to mention the fact I had undergone IVF. It just sort of slipped out as we were talking about the process. So when she asked me if Cam and I were actively attempting to start a family, I was caught a little off guard. I answered as honestly as I could, without giving too much away.

“Cam and I are hopeful of starting a family of our own, using IVF and a surrogate in the very near future.”

The phone lines to the studio apparently caused the system to go into meltdown, I was told once we were done. Women calling offering their eggs and to be surrogates and people calling in just to wish us luck.

As I walk towards Scott, in the beautiful June sunshine, I’m now wondering if I had done the right thing. Oh, well, if they’re talking about me, they’ll have the event on their minds too. Hopefully, more good would come from my slip up than bad. More people might think about surrogacy or egg donation.

Scott passes me a coffee. “Can you ring the boss please, Georgia. He’s not stopped ringing me.”

“Thanks, Scott, yeah, I’ll do it now. Can you take me to Len’s office, please?”

“Of course.”

I usually rode in the front of the car, but I wanted a little privacy when I made my call to Cam. Our week together had been a little strange. He was busy catching up with all the work he’d neglected while he was in Australia and making sure everything was organised for the weekend at his various venues around the world. I was busy with last minute arrangements and interviews.

We had ended up using the Docklands apartment the rest of the week as we were both out so early and home so late. The last two nights I had only had three-hours sleep, and this morning I was leaving just as Cam got home.

We hadn’t had sex since Monday night, which was unheard of for us, and most of our conversations had been conducted over the telephone, and as much as I was missing him, I was also a little pissed off with him. He’d left some court papers on the desk in his office Thursday, and when I went in there to use the computer last night, I saw them. It would seem that Tamara was being released into a care in the community program today and Cam had been to court to apply for full custody of Harry, without even discussing it with me. I hadn’t let on that I knew any of this. I was just going to sit tight and wait for him to tell me in his own time.

I turn on my phone. I had to have it switched off in the studio as the signal can affect the mics. My screen lights up and I can see I have a number of missed calls and messages, most of them being from Tamara. I will deal with them after I speak with Cam. I press call against his name and wait to hear his voice. Pissed off or not, the man still sets my pulse racing.

“Kitten, fuck, I’ve missed you.” I’m not sure if it’s tiredness or the interview I just did but tears automatically spring to my eyes.

“I miss you, too. Did you go into work?”

“No, I… Kitten, look, I’m just about to go into court. I’m trying to get some kind of temporary custody order put in place for the baby. Wendy, the nurse, found a pipe in Tamara’s room. She left it there while she called me, but it was gone when she came back. She gets released this afternoon and I really don’t trust her with my son.”

I’m silent for a few seconds.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” I meant that he should’ve shared the fact that he had all of this going on and was obviously worried about his son. If Tamara was already using again, I had no issue with Cam applying for full custody. Cam obviously thought that I meant something different by my question.

“I didn’t realise I needed to ask your permission to keep my son safe.”

“That’s not what I meant at all.”

“I need to go. I’m next.” He ends the call before I can say anymore. I close my eyes for a few seconds. I don’t know what to do. Should I leave him to do what needs to be done at court or should I go there and show my support?

I’m angry with the way he’s just spoken to me, the way I was just dismissed, but at the same time, I understand how stressed he must be. If she’s being discharged later today, he needs to act fast. My phone rings and it’s her. What the fuck does she want?

“I saw you, you bitch. On the television, telling them how you and Cameron plan on starting a family. Why don’t you just go and bury yourself in that big hole with your husband. Cam has a child. He has a child with me. His and my flesh and blood. You will never have that with him, you can never have what we’ve got.”

“Good morning, Tamara. Glad you enjoyed the interview. What can I do for you?” My hands shake and my legs have turned to jelly as I try to control the anger welling inside of me. Fuck, I’m seriously getting good at this self-control shit.

“Why don’t you just leave us alone, go away and let us be a family, a real family. I’m coming home today and I don’t know if Cam has told you yet, but he and I are moving into the penthouse together, with the baby of course. Our son, our little boy. Didn’t you have one of those once? Oh, of course you did, then that big bad car came along and ended it all. Oh, well.” And there ends my new found self-control.

“Listen to me, you stupid, insane bitch, Cam is with me. We’ve bought a home together, a home in which we will be raising not only your son in a safe and sane environment, but also the other two children we are currently expecting. I don’t know if you’re aware of this, Tamara, but I happen to have a fully functioning ovary and the eggs from that ovary have been mixed with Cam’s sperm, and now we have two, yes two, surrogates pregnant with our babies. So do yourself a massive favour, sweetheart, and get your fucking facts straight. Cam and I are together and we are staying together. Not only are we together, but we will soon become a family and raise our children together, and if you keep behaving like the fucking nut case that you are, we will go to court, have you declared an unfit mother and raise your child alongside ours and cut you out of the equation.” She starts to talk, but I haven’t finished yet. I know that I’ve probably said too much, but I’m sick of pussyfooting around her. I take a deep breath and continue, “I suggest you stop concentrating on me and my life, and attempt to sort your own shit out. If you love your son and you want to keep him with you, then you need to stop harassing me and pissing Cam off, because I’m telling you straight now, darling, I will come for you. I will take that baby and raise him as my own. I will make sure you’re sectioned and don’t see the light of day again, and I will make sure that every trace of you is wiped from your son’s life and he will never know you even existed. But before I do any of that, I will punch every tooth and pull every hair from your fucking head.”

“Cameron would never let that happen.” Oh, I so want to tell her where Cam is right now. Georgia of just a few years ago would’ve had no hesitation, but I actually use the brain that I was blessed with and keep calm and think about my answer. The last thing I want is for her to do a runner with the baby.