‘We couldn’t have gone away without her,’ she told him quickly.
‘Maybe you couldn’t,’ Silas agreed roundly, ‘but I certainly could!’
‘You don’t mean that.’
‘Don’t I?’ He gave her a wide, almost boyish grin that made him look heartachingly young. ‘We must be mad. Three weeks in Disneyland with Honor in tow…’
‘Either that or we must be grateful,’ Verity acknowledged, whispering the words into a soft kiss. ‘After all, without her…’
‘Yes,’ he admitted. ‘Without her…’
Both of them glanced up towards Verity’s open bedroom window where they could hear the sound of raised voices.
‘Well, I think Adam is a stupid name for a baby,’ Catherine was shouting.
‘I don’t care what you think,’ Honor was retaliating in an equally loud voice. ‘I like it and he’s going to be my brother.’
Her what? Verity and Silas looked at one another whilst all around them their guests started to grin.
‘Honor,’ Silas began sternly.
Verity touched his arm and shook her head.
‘Don’t say anything to her,’ she begged him. ‘I think this is probably my fault.’
‘Your fault? How can it be?’
‘She came into the bathroom this morning whilst I was being sick,’ Verity told him quietly.
‘You were being sick…?’ Silas stared at her, his face changing colour and then becoming suffused with tender emotion as he took hold of her gently and asked, ‘Are you?’
‘I don’t know…not yet…But Honor seems to have made up her mind what she thinks if it proves to be true,’ she told him ruefully. ‘She was thrilled—so much for us waiting.’
Silas gave a small sigh.
‘You do realise that this baby is going to make her completely impossible, don’t you?’ He groaned. ‘She’ll never let either of us near her or him…’
Glancing towards the upper window and her small stepdaughter, Verity smiled.
‘She’s going to be the best sister that any baby could have,’ she told him softly—and meant it.