Rupert would do anything for her, bathing her, playing with her for hours, watching as she slept, plump, pink-cheeked, blonde and ravishing in her cot. They often went to galleries and museums together when they were away, making Rupert slightly edgy. ”“What about Helen?”“Helen?”Jake wrinkled his brow. “Hullo, Sweet William,” she said, an acid note creeping into her voice.
“I’ve pulled calves, I’ve pulled foals, but I’ll be buggered if I’ll pull my own baby. “I am not going to jump,” said Fen mutinously. But for a workaholic like Jake, this was impossible. She spent a fortune on baby clothes and another fortune on a new nursery suite, decorating the baby’s room daffodil yellow and white and put
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