Eight Months Later:
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you are looking rather humongous these days,” Isobel’s uncle noted before he awkwardly hugged her and kissed her lightly scarred cheek.
Isobel clicked her tongue. “As rude as ever, Uncle Fred,” she chuckled. When he drew away, she placed one hand over her swollen stomach and the other on her aching back.
“Don’t listen to your mother,” he said to her belly. “Your great-uncle Fred is by far the greatest man alive, no matter what she might say about me.”
“The greatest man alive, you say?” James asked as he walked into their small candlelit home with a pile of firewood cradled in his arms and George trailing behind him. “I believe that title belongs to me.”
Isobel rolled her eyes but her lips curved up into a smile. “Neither one o
