The Irregulars


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10. Blue

"There my dear, I present you every blueberry in the country. Are you certain you don't want to discuss the Holmes naming tradition?" Irene took her focus from her feast to look at Holmes.

"Why are you so certain it is a boy?" she asked archly.

"Come now, the salt and the blueberries, you're carrying low, it's a boy." Holmes replied smugly. "Let's name him and stop calling the baby 'it'." Irene popped a berry into her mouth and patted her round stomach.

"Or we could wait and see – just like Christmas." Holmes pouted.

"Where's the fun in that?"