She shifts, half turning, trying to face both of us. “You're sure it's better in a hospital? I'd really like...”
James’ voice turns a little firmer. “If you really insist, I'll arrange for you to birth at home, but for your first, I would be much happier if you were in a hospital. Just in case.” He eyes me in a very obvious and intended cue. “What do you think, Michael?”
“I agree. I'd prefer you to be in a hospital too, this time round. And if, as we all expect, everything goes smoothly, then you can do it at home next time.”
I expect her to argue, but she doesn't, simply sighing and nodding.
Then she jolts under my touch. “You will both be there won't you?” She grows insistent, a panicky edge to her voice. “Both of you.”
James meets my eye over her but stages a chuckle. “Yes, we'll b
