Not that the new person seemed to be interested. She’d slept all the way home in the taxi, and stirred with a despairing, hiccuping sort of wail when the taxi had rolled down off the main road and into the potholed terror of their street. Andreas had had her out of the car seat, blanket and all, and was shushing her against his shoulder before Erik even really registered that she was crying.
“First sprog?” the cabbie asked pointedly, and Erik jumped.
“Sorry. Yeah. That obvious?”
“Just a bit, pal.”
Erik flushed as red as his hair, but grinned anyway. So what if he was acting like a fool? He’d managed to snag a brilliant boyfriend, and now he had a gorgeous baby girl to complete the set. Other folks were just jealous.