He subtly turned the contents of the pot away from her gaze just now, and gave a light laugh. "Honestly? Nesting. Which means she's great, but when I get home later the lounge is likely to be a different colour and all the furniture moved round." He shrugged, now used to it in their third pregnancy. It happened, and he was probably safer out the house in the short term. The kids were with Pops.

"They are indeed." He twisted so she could take the box from under his arm. A couple of cards were safely tucked under the ribbon on top, the visible envelope showing a very crude attempt at writing 'Dora'. "Sephi insists you open her card first, and Dom made you a little something too."