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see him when I pick her up on Sunday,’ she said, and drove away, leaving them with Sophie.
Fran led her through the kitchen, past Brodie and her three little puppies all snuggled up together in her basket, into the sitting room to where Sophie’s brand-new little brother was lying sleeping in his crib.
‘Oh, he’s tiny!’ she said in a stage whisper. ‘Much smaller than Millie. Daddy, he’s just like you! All that black hair—and he’s got your nose!’
‘Poor kid,’ Mike said with a proud grin, wrapping his arms round Fran and hugging her close.
‘There’s nothing wrong with your nose,’ Fran told him, turning and kissing the tip of it with a smile. ‘Nothing at all. And there won’t be anything wrong with Thomas’s either. It’s just a bit squashed, but I’m sure he’ll grow into it.’
‘I’m sure he will,’ Mike said, staring down at his son with an expression of wonder and love so profound it brought tears to Fran’s eyes.
‘Can I hold him?’
‘Of course. Sit down.’
Sophie sat on the sofa, with Fran next to her just in case, and Mike slipped his big hands gently under his son’s small body and lifted him, resting him carefully on Sophie’s lap.
‘Hello, Thomas,’ she whispered, and kissed her little brother gently on his forehead. His eyes fluttered open and he stared at her, and they were both transfixed.
It was magical, Fran thought as Mike sat down beyond Sophie and put his arm around them all. Perfect.
Then Sophie looked up, her eyes shining and her smile as bright as the sun, and said, ‘We’re a proper family now.’
And Brodie, wandering in to see what was going on, rested her head on Sophie’s knee and thumped her tail in agreement …
Sheikh Surgeon Claims his Bride
Josie Metcalfe
About the Author
JOSIE METCALFE lives in Cornwall with her long-suffering husband. They have four children. When she was an army brat, frequently on the move, books became the only friends that came with her wherever she went. Now that she writes them herself she is making new friends, and hates saying goodbye at the end of a book—but there are always more characters in her head, clamouring for attention until she can’t wait to tell their stories.
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