"Keep your eyes shut," Joe instructed Rebecca as he led her along the Home Farm hallway.
"This had better not be something kinky," Rebecca warned.
Joe steered her into one of the bedrooms. "Welcome to the Red Room," he teased as he took his hands away from her face.
Rebecca opened her eyes. Inside the room was a baby's cot, wooden and beautifully decorated, with a mobile of butterflies and rainbows hanging over the top.
"Where did you get this?" she asked, moving further into the room, reaching out to touch the mobile, which made a tinkling sound.
"I built it. Well, Graham helped." Joe grimaced. "It turns out DIY isn't my strong point..."
"It's beautiful." Rebecca turned and hugged him. "Thank you."
"Hey, are you crying?" He tilted her head up from underneath his chin.
"Just happy."
"You big softie." He kissed her lightly.
"Wait till I tell all your enemies that big bad Joe Tate built a cot." She stroked his stubble playfully.
"You wouldn't dare." He scooped her up suddenly and carried her back down the hall as she shrieked.
"Joseph Tate, put me down!" she giggled.
"OK." He placed her down outside their bedroom. "Come here."