Page 9 of Christmas Chaos
‘Called?’
He pulled a face and she laughed. ‘Oh my god. Did Alasdair name him after you?’
Rory shook his head. ‘Think of the worst possible name he could have chosen.’
She affected a look of concentration, but he knew she’d guessed the name by the sparkle in her eyes.
‘Arnold? After my dad?’
He shook his head again.
‘Stuart? After yours?’
‘No.’
‘Um, was the calf named after your step-fa—’
He growled in warning.
She shrieked with laughter. ‘I bet Alasdair thinks it’ll get him on the cover ofThe Timesor Brad’s Instagram feed. God, people are nuts. You know the last three boys born in Kinloch were all called Bradley?’
He nodded.
‘They should have been christened Rory,’ she continued.’ That’s a far better name.’
She kissed him and all his cares melted away.
‘Your stubble feels funny.’
‘I can shave it off.’
‘December 26th. You can be like a sheep and have an annual shearing.’
He rolled his eyes as he grinned at her. She was a lunatic, but she washislunatic. She pulled away and went to her desk.
‘Close your eyes,’ she instructed. ‘And hold out your hands.’
‘Have I forgotten my birthday again?’
‘Nope. Stay still.’
Something light was placed in his palm.
‘Okay, you can open them now.’
He did, looking first at her face, then at the white stick in his hand.
‘I’m pregnant!’ Zoe screamed. ‘We’re having a baby!’
