‘Tickle Mummy’s tummy. Mummy’s fat!’ Kevin chortled at his rude joke as he clumsily patted her swollen abdomen.
‘That’s not fat, that’s your little baby sister,’ Matt corrected him, gentling his hand.
‘Sister?’ Rachel’s eyebrows rose. ‘Do you know something I don’t?’
‘Well, you’ve always given me everything I wanted.’ He grinned. ‘Why stop now? Besides, isn’t that what Dad’s ordered this time round? “Got to keep the dynasty balanced!”’ He mimicked his father’s bark.
‘It could be twins,’ she teased.
His eyes met hers in blissful unconcern. ‘Double the love? I should be so lucky…’
And, much to Rachel’s delighted consternation—he was!