“Not this time. I know we’ve teased the press before, but this involves someone else.”
“Okay.”
We sit at the table and share my breakfast, pulled away from the world into our quiet place. “I’m excited about this,” she whispers and twists my wedding ring around my finger. “It’s happening. I can finally let go and allow myself to believe.”
“Me too. And screw everybody else, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember.” She leans forward and kisses my nose. “Sorry I was crappy about everything the other day.”
“S’okay, I deserved it. A bit. But you understand why?”
“Kind of. Do it again and I’ll kick your ass.”
The chances of Sky managing to rank less than zero. “Sure, Mrs Morgan.”
“I like that too,” she whispers and place her lips on mine. “One thing announced, one to go.”
“What else?”
“The album, Dylan. It’s stressing you. Bryn and Steve know. Are you scared to tell Jem or something?”
“No! He’s busy. Y’know. Baby nearly here.”
Sky squeezes my hand. “Do what I told you the first time you talked to me about this, in Broadbeach, all those months ago. Live your life. Take back yourself from others control.”
“I know.” I cup her cheek and kiss her gently. “Live my life the way I want, with the person I want.” I touch her belly. “With my family.”