Of course, that had been before the baby.
Andreas had been pregnant for Erik’s last birthday, but still at the manageable stage. He’d just looked fat, frankly. But this year, he wasn’t entirely sure of Erik’s plans. He wasn’t convinced a steaming drunk husband in the house with a new baby was the best of ideas.
So he was surprised the morning of the big day when Erik got up at six for the morning feed like it was an ordinary day.
“It’s Friday,” Andreas said stupidly.
“Yes.”
“It’s your birthday.”
“Yep.”
“So—”
“So I took the day off work,” Erik said, “and I want to spend my big day with my family.”
“You going out later?”
“Nope. Well, Jo did send us a text about eating out. I fancy that Mexican place in town, but do you want to get a taxi instead of wrestling the buggy back on the evening bus?”
Andreas stared.
Then he unfolded his arms, stepped forward, and reached up to loop both arms around Erik’s neck. Beatriz, balanced on Erik’s shoulder, cooed happily.