“Ah. So you won’t really castrate me with two egg cups and a fish knife if I ever touch you again?” The devilish glint she loved so dearly was back in his eyes.
“A dull fish knife, and no, I won’t.”
“That’s reassuring to know.”
Her winsome smile faded as she adjusted her position, her body protesting the action. “Mind you, if you impregnate me again, I will take your scrotum, pull it over your head, and—”
“Thank you, my dear, you have made yourself quite clear.” Harry laughed and stopped Plum’s threats with the simple act of kissing her until she had no more breath, standing back when the door flew open and five children and Thom burst into the room, all chattering at once, all excited to see the new baby. Harry’s gaze met Plum’s as the children swarmed the baby, his heart filled with all the love and happiness she had brought him.
“What are you going to call the baby?” Thom asked, looking from Plum to him.
“We haven’t decided yet,” Plum said.
“I have,” Harry announced, a slow smile filling his eyes with laughter.
“You have? You said you didn’t have any preference. What name would you have the baby called by?” Plum asked him, her brow wrinkling in a puzzled frown.
He kissed her again, unable to keep from tasting the sweetness of her lips. His Plum, his delightful, entrancing, beguiling Plum.
“Vyvyan,” he said. “We’ll call her Vyvyan.”
And so they did.