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"I'm so, so fucking happy for you,"she says.

"Language," Sebastian mutters with a grin when everyone ignores him.

Allie eventually sits down. "So? How far along are you?" Allie asks.

"About twelve weeks. It's a little bit of a shock,” Maisy says.

“So that was around your wedding?” Allie asks.

“You remember when we told you I had cut my foot on holiday and had antibiotics? The doctor forgot to mention that it would mess up my contraception pills.”

“Happy accident, Maisy.” Seb kisses her cheek.

“Jake will be close in age to his brother or sister, but I'm happy it’s worked out like that,"Maisy says, and I nod. Growing up with my brothers and having them so close in age was good. You always have someone on your side, even if you feel like killing them yourself sometimes.

"You always have me around to help. One text away," Allie says.

"That goes for me too. Have you told Harley and Luke yet?"I ask them.

"Harley has known for a few weeks. He was the one helping me out at work when Maisy needed help with Jake because of her bad morning sickness. We are telling Luke tomorrow,"Seb says.

"So . . . a girl this time?" I joke.

"God help her if she is a girl in this family. Any guy who goes near her would be terrified," Allie says, making us all laugh.

She really isn’t wrong. I would have to protect her from guys like me. I could imagine Sebastian going postal at the idea of anyone dating his little, baby girl. I kind of hope it’s a lad; that would be a lot easier.

"If we are blessed with a girl, she isn't talking to boys until she is thirty," Sebastian says seriously, and we laugh.

"Good luck with that, Sebastian." Maisy giggles, and Sebastian winks at her.

"Since the baby was created on our honeymoon, we could call her Honey if she is a girl or Sebastianine," Sebastian says, and Maisy coughs mid-drink.

"No way in hell,"she says with a glare.

Seb gives her puppy dog eyes as she gets up to give Jake a yogurt with a baby spoon.

"I will persuade you," Sebastian says with a cheeky grin before pulling Maisy close for a big kiss.

"Hey, none of that at the table," Allie tuts with a smile.

I am about to speak when something wet splats into my face and drips onto my shirt. I wipe my face to see everyone laughing, including Jake, who clearly just threw his yogurt at me. The little man is still holding the pink yogurt-covered spoon as he giggles.

“Every time,” I mutter, and I see Maisy wiping the happy tears from her eyes as she laughs.

Allie hands me some baby wipes from the changing bag. I clean up the best I can while Seb takes the yogurt from him.

“You know, you’re special. He never wastes food on anyone else,” Maisy tells me, and Seb laughs.

“Wait until he is older and it’s not cruel to throw food back at him,” I say, making them all laugh at me. I’m really not joking.

Allie gets up with the baby wipes and starts cleaning Jake.

"I will do that, Allie," Sebastian says, starting to get up.

"I want to, and then I want a cuddle," Allie says, looking like a kid at Christmas.

We spend the rest of the meal laughing, and Jake is the centre of attention, clapping at everything we say.

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