It was supposed to be a celebration.
David drummed his fingers on the tabletop as his siblings exchanged barbs. Couldn’t they make an effort to get on? Just one evening was all he asked for. But no – they couldn’t even maintain the facade of a happy family for a few hours. He gritted his teeth.
He’d planned the meal so carefully. The table had been booked at their favourite Chinese restaurant – the one they always visited for family occasions – and he’d persuaded everyone to attend. Attendance, though, did not mean cooperation.
Jenny’s hand came to rest upon his, her gentle touch stilling his fingers.
It was his eldest brother who noticed first, falling silent as his gaze fell on the ring. One after another the others followed suit.
“Yes. But that’s not all.” He placed a hand on Jenny’s still flat stomach, and his family erupted into excited congratulations.
“I don’t know why you were so worried,” Jenny teased.
David rolled his eyes. “How do you feel about our baby being an only child?”
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