‘I’ve got something to tell you.’
‘Sounds big.’
‘It is big.’ She paused. ‘Or rather, I will be—in a few months’ time.’
His eyes widened. ‘Emma?’
‘Zak?’
‘You’re having a baby?’
‘I am.’ She grinned. ‘Actually, I’m having your baby.’
With a small moan of joy, he gathered her in his arms, looking down at her for one intense and loving moment. ‘Thank you,’ he said softly, in a voice which wasn’t quite steady, before he began to kiss her.
She clung to him as if it were the first time they’d ever kissed—but with Zak, every kiss felt a bit like that—and Emma lost herself in the passion of the moment.
She forgot that they were on a busy pavement and that the rest of the guests would be waiting. She forgot everything except the feeling of being in his arms and the sheer joy of their mutual love—until suddenly she became aware that cars were tooting at them. The cacophony of sound was difficult to ignore and, reluctantly, they drew apart as a lorry pulled up alongside them—and a boy of about sixteen leaned out of the passenger window.
‘Oi!’ he yelled. ‘Why don’t you two get a room?’
Zak smiled as he looked up at the glittering frontage of the Granchester hotel before turning back to his wife. ‘Somehow,’ he murmured, ‘I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.’