Arthur grinned excitedly as Molly peeled the light gold paper off the box. She gently pulled the tab at the corner of the box, and its sides fell away to reveal a large clock. It was by no means a regular clock.
"Why are there nine hands on it love?" Molly asked, puzzled.
"There is a hand for each of us, so you know where we are all of the time." Arthur replied proudly. "And one for little Arthur Junior here."
Molly rubbed her swollen belly lovingly, and felt a soft kick. She prayed this one would be a girl.