"You should be ashamed of yourself, Giles." I could hear them downstairs.
"I know." Came the low reply.
"Out on a case?" Kristina demanded. "This is the birth of your son, Giles." I could almost see him shift uncomfortably under his sister's glare. "It only happens once." She continued. "Does she know she married Scotland Yard? Do you really think she's going to put up with this sort of thing for long?"
I raised my voice to be heard clearly by both of them. "If you're finished harassing my husband, Kristina, will you please send him up so he can meet his son?"
Footsteps on the stairs, and a moment later Giles appeared in the doorway.
I smiled. "Come on in." He did so nervously, and came to stand by the bed.
"Sorry." He murmured softly.
I laughed. "Don't worry, I'm fully aware that I married Scotland Yard." I assured him. "Come meet your son." I patted the bed, inviting him to sit down beside me. "Say hello, Jackie."
Giles smiled down at our son, his dark eyes glittering. "He's beautiful." He breathed, awed. "Hello, Jackie."
"Do you want to hold him?" My husband hesitated, then carefully took the child from me. He sat still, gazing with wonder at the small human being in his arms.
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