She blushed slightly. ‘Because we were both a little carried away last night, that family of ours may be arriving sooner rather than later.’
Oliver stared at her and then a huge smile spread across his face. ‘I might have made you pregnant—’
‘Stop sounding so smug. If you have, you’ll soon be interviewing a new practice nurse.’
‘I don’t care.’ Oliver gave a groan and kissed her gently. ‘I hope I did make you pregnant. I want to have lots of babies. I probably should have told you that before.’
Her insides melted. ‘If you’re the father, I want lots of babies, too. I love you.’
‘And I love you, too.’ He glanced back along the path she’d taken. ‘Can you remember the way home?’
‘Of course. Boulder shaped like a sheep and ice like Africa. ‘Why?’
His blue eyes gleamed wickedly. ‘Because I don’t think we should leave this baby thing to chance. We should go home and try again.’
She lifted her mouth to his. ‘That, Dr Hunter, sounds like a very good idea.’