delicious to resist and raced towards the kitchen.
‘We’re here!’ they screamed.
Maggie dropped the wooden spoon in her hand and it landed in the bowl of chocolate butter icing with a choreographed thud. The startled look was melodramatic as was the gasp. ‘You scared me!’
The boys laughed as they hugged her. ‘Hello, wicked stepmother,’ Liam chirped.
‘Sam, take your fingers out of that bowl,’ growled Maggie.
There was a sucking sound as the youngest of James’s sons sampled the butter icing. ‘Dee-licious!’ exclaimed the seven-year-old.
‘Can I lick the bowl when you’ve finished?’ Liam asked.
‘No, I want to.’
‘Since you’ve already had your lunch of …’ Maggie said with an analytical sniff, ‘burger and fries with way too much tomato sauce if I’m not mistaken, then you can have the bowl and two spoons to share. The cake is for later.’
‘But not until you’ve unpacked,’ James added. He had been watching from the kitchen door. ‘Now.’
‘We haven’t said hello to Harvey yet,’ Sam cried.
‘Where is he?’ Liam added.
‘I think he’s behind you,’ Maggie told them.
Harvey had watched from the sidelines but at the sound of his name, he rushed over to the boys. His years of self-discipline and training were quickly forgotten as he jumped up and began to lick them ferociously. Sam’s chocolate-flavoured fingers were particularly irresistible.
‘Come on, let Maggie finish her baking,’ James said. ‘You can take Harvey upstairs with you – but do not feed him.’
Sam and Liam muttered but didn’t object. No sooner had they left the kitchen than the troop of elephants resumed their charge and headed up the stairs, closely followed by the lighter but no-less-excited footfalls of Harvey.
‘How was the drive?’ Maggie asked when the noise had died down.
James had driven only as far as a service station near Birmingham where his sons were waiting to be handed over by Carolyn and her new husband.
‘Far easier than travelling all the way to Portsmouth and back,’ he said. ‘All I need to do now is convince Carolyn to do this every time.’
James and his ex-wife had found an uneasy friendship, which occasionally allowed for compromise, although Carolyn would always have the upper hand because James would travel to the ends of the earth to see his sons and she knew it.
‘Have the boys mentioned the baby at all?’ Maggie asked.
‘Briefly. They wanted to know if you were fat yet.’
Maggie laughed. ‘I hope you told them I’m not.’
James stepped towards her and slid his hand over her bump. ‘It is starting to show a little.’
She placed her hand over his and a smile reached her lips before the frown could crease her brow. Her baby was further ahead with its own preparations than she was. ‘So what else did they say?’
‘Not much really,’ James said, trying to disguise the anxiety in his voice. Liam and Sam had been excited when first told the news but that had been a month ago and the novelty had quickly worn off.
‘That’s not necessarily a bad thing. It means they don’t feel threatened.’
‘I hope so, Maggie. They spent most of the journey talking about their new puppy.’
‘I should have known they’d opt for a Labrador in the end. So when will they get it?’
‘The pups haven’t even been born yet but the plan is to pick up Hartley sometime in the summer,’ James said.
‘Hartley?’
‘So they say. Very imaginative, don’t you think?’
Maggie’s aim was perfect as she smacked James’s hand, which was poised over the mixing bowl. ‘You’re as bad as the boys,’ she scolded. ‘Why don’t you go and help them unpack. I need to finish this cake while I’ve still got enough butter icing to cover it.’
‘You’re the boss.’
James was retreating out of the kitchen when the phone rang. The house phone had been programmed for specific callers and this ringtone had a persistent chirp that would not be
‘We’re here!’ they screamed.
Maggie dropped the wooden spoon in her hand and it landed in the bowl of chocolate butter icing with a choreographed thud. The startled look was melodramatic as was the gasp. ‘You scared me!’
The boys laughed as they hugged her. ‘Hello, wicked stepmother,’ Liam chirped.
‘Sam, take your fingers out of that bowl,’ growled Maggie.
There was a sucking sound as the youngest of James’s sons sampled the butter icing. ‘Dee-licious!’ exclaimed the seven-year-old.
‘Can I lick the bowl when you’ve finished?’ Liam asked.
‘No, I want to.’
‘Since you’ve already had your lunch of …’ Maggie said with an analytical sniff, ‘burger and fries with way too much tomato sauce if I’m not mistaken, then you can have the bowl and two spoons to share. The cake is for later.’
‘But not until you’ve unpacked,’ James added. He had been watching from the kitchen door. ‘Now.’
‘We haven’t said hello to Harvey yet,’ Sam cried.
‘Where is he?’ Liam added.
‘I think he’s behind you,’ Maggie told them.
Harvey had watched from the sidelines but at the sound of his name, he rushed over to the boys. His years of self-discipline and training were quickly forgotten as he jumped up and began to lick them ferociously. Sam’s chocolate-flavoured fingers were particularly irresistible.
‘Come on, let Maggie finish her baking,’ James said. ‘You can take Harvey upstairs with you – but do not feed him.’
Sam and Liam muttered but didn’t object. No sooner had they left the kitchen than the troop of elephants resumed their charge and headed up the stairs, closely followed by the lighter but no-less-excited footfalls of Harvey.
‘How was the drive?’ Maggie asked when the noise had died down.
James had driven only as far as a service station near Birmingham where his sons were waiting to be handed over by Carolyn and her new husband.
‘Far easier than travelling all the way to Portsmouth and back,’ he said. ‘All I need to do now is convince Carolyn to do this every time.’
James and his ex-wife had found an uneasy friendship, which occasionally allowed for compromise, although Carolyn would always have the upper hand because James would travel to the ends of the earth to see his sons and she knew it.
‘Have the boys mentioned the baby at all?’ Maggie asked.
‘Briefly. They wanted to know if you were fat yet.’
Maggie laughed. ‘I hope you told them I’m not.’
James stepped towards her and slid his hand over her bump. ‘It is starting to show a little.’
She placed her hand over his and a smile reached her lips before the frown could crease her brow. Her baby was further ahead with its own preparations than she was. ‘So what else did they say?’
‘Not much really,’ James said, trying to disguise the anxiety in his voice. Liam and Sam had been excited when first told the news but that had been a month ago and the novelty had quickly worn off.
‘That’s not necessarily a bad thing. It means they don’t feel threatened.’
‘I hope so, Maggie. They spent most of the journey talking about their new puppy.’
‘I should have known they’d opt for a Labrador in the end. So when will they get it?’
‘The pups haven’t even been born yet but the plan is to pick up Hartley sometime in the summer,’ James said.
‘Hartley?’
‘So they say. Very imaginative, don’t you think?’
Maggie’s aim was perfect as she smacked James’s hand, which was poised over the mixing bowl. ‘You’re as bad as the boys,’ she scolded. ‘Why don’t you go and help them unpack. I need to finish this cake while I’ve still got enough butter icing to cover it.’
‘You’re the boss.’
James was retreating out of the kitchen when the phone rang. The house phone had been programmed for specific callers and this ringtone had a persistent chirp that would not be
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