I planned a wonderful dinner with the cook, all of George’s favourite foods. I sent Abaddon back to the stables. Father looked at each person in our house with a different eye. Most felt uncomfortable under his gaze and did not stay in the room long.
‘All my favourite foods, wife, what are you trying to tell me?’
‘What do you mean, husband?’
‘You’re pregnant?’
‘What, how, yes I am pregnant, but there is more.’ I managed to stammer out.
‘You are pregnant, we are having a child. I am going to be a father.’ George stammered the words out, his excitement written all over his face, his smile broadening with every second that passed.
‘Yes George, you are going to be a father.’ Ethan laughed from the other side of the table. I glared at him, trying to stop him from ruining this.
‘What, is
