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‘Go! That’s important work – and I’m speaking as someone in the biz.’

‘Thanks, Poppy. I’ll let you know how things go – with the other thing, I mean. And if I don’t talk to you beforehand, Merry Christmas.’

‘Merry Christmas!’

We end the call and I go back into the lounge room and take the remote to pause the TV again. I straddle my hot husband, pressing my lips to his.

‘Ms Dean,’ he says, giving my bum a squeeze, ‘are you trying to seduce me?’

‘If you have to ask, I’m not doing a very good job.’

He kisses me again, but a niggling thought raises its head and I gently move away.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘There’s nothing wrong, but…’

‘Darling?’

He peers up at me with those whisky-coloured eyes. If we have a baby, it will probably have his eye colour, because mine are grey.

‘I’ve been thinking…’ I start. ‘What if we started trying… for a baby?’ I regard him closely to gauge his reaction.

A myriad of emotions dance behind his eyes – joy, excitement, love – and his mouth stretches into a grin.

‘I’ve been thinking about it too.’

‘You have?’

‘Hard not to when it’s all our friends are talking about.’

‘I know, right?’ I say excitedly.

‘Itwouldbe rather wonderful all of us having children at the same time.’

‘Yes!’ I slap him playfully on the chest. ‘I thought that too.’

He sniggers, then his laughter becomes a questioning smile. ‘So, how about we start trying right now?’ He lifts his brow inquisitively.

‘Are you trying to seduce me, Mr Fellows?’

‘I can’t be doing a very good job if you have to ask.’

His hand captures the back of my neck and he pulls me into a kiss.

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I finally hear back from the cake artist. As she and I talk, Raff’s eyes are rivetted to mine, a divot deepening between his brows.

‘No, that makes perfect sense,’ I say. She apologises again and I reply, ‘It’s not your fault. We completely understand. Thanks again for getting back to me.’

I end the call and give Raff a resigned smile. ‘So, wanna make a wedding cake today?’

He appears to be caught off guard, which surprises me – he was listening to that call, right?

‘Yes, of course, I’d be happy to. But there’s no way she can get the cake to us?’

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