Players, Bumps And Cocktail Sausages - Plot & Excerpts
They’re all fucking safe, now pick one!” Holly growled.My mouth dropped. It wasn’t often that she surprised me. Coming on to me and telling me she was pregnant were about the only other times. We’d decided to get the big baby items in the January sales, and I was seriously regretting it because Holly’s hormones were on fire today.“It’s an important decision.”“No, it’s not. Naming the baby is an important decision, so why don’t you think more about that and I’ll pick the sodding pushchair.”So, hormonal Holly wasn’t much fun. I never knew if I was getting normal Holly or the version of her that seemed to hate me above anyone else in the world.I held my hands up. “Okay. Those four have the best safety features.”“I figured that since they’re the only ones still in front of us!”I was scared to suggest names.“What about Ebony?”She stared at me as if I were crazy. “Do you hate our baby?”“What? No, of course not.”“Ebony was my great nan’s dog’s name.
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