“Go to the toilet,” she demanded, frowning as the boy slipped off Hana’s knee and clutched his bottom at the emergence of another one. “And apologise to Hanny for farting in her lap!”
Hana’s body rocked with mirth and Amy ignored her as Jas replied from the bathroom. “She liked it. I warmed her legs.”
“I swear that boy gets worse!” Amy grumbled. “I thought having his father around might improve things.”
“Oh.” Hana swallowed, doubt filling her mind. “Is it not working out?”
Amy opened her mouth to speak, closing it again as Jas returned. He walked with a cocky stride and winked at Hana, a gesture involving the whole of his face.
“I should leave and let you eat.” She stood and Amy whipped around to rebuke her.
“No! Stay and get some food in you. Skinny doesn’t suit you.” She dumped a f
