Their Own Little Miracle. Caroline Anderson

boring normal, except that Isla and Steve can’t seem to make a baby, and to put the cherry on top, Kate’s just found out she’s pregnant.’

      ‘Ouch.’

      ‘Yes. Ouch. And ignore your satnav, you need to turn left here.’

       CHAPTER THREE

      ‘YOU DIDN’T CRY. There I was, with tissues at the ready—’

      ‘Oh, I nearly did, but only for the right reasons, and it was a lovely wedding.’

      He laughed softly. ‘I suppose it was, as weddings go.’

      They were sitting at one of the round tables in the marquee that had housed the reception, alone now because the others had gone off to mingle, and he absently unwrapped another of the heart-shaped chocolates covered in red foil and offered it to her.

      She reached over and took it out of his fingers and put it in her mouth. ‘Thank you for coming with me. I know you didn’t want to.’

      He unwrapped another chocolate, balled up the foil and flicked it idly into the middle of the table. ‘No, I didn’t, but hey. We’ve survived, and the band’s starting up, judging by the sound of it. Fancy a dance?’

      ‘Really? You want to dance?’

      ‘Not really, I’d rather sit here and eat chocolates, but if it’ll keep you out of mischief and stop you crawling off into the bushes with the best man, then I guess I probably should.’

      ‘Why would I do that?’ she asked, half laughing, half shocked, and he just rolled his eyes and smiled.

      ‘I was joking—but he is tall and blond and vaguely Nordic.’

      ‘And happily married to a very pregnant woman, in case you hadn’t noticed. Anyway, I wouldn’t do that!’

      ‘Good. One less thing for me to worry about,’ he teased.