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ROBERT WILLIAM MARSHALL arrived just after midnight on Christmas Eve the following year, much to the delight of his big sister, Emily, who immediately started planning her next year’s wish list, which included a pony, a boyfriend for Dora and a visit from her Nanna in Ireland, who’d been writing to her a lot since she’d become something called a Buddhist.

Within a few hours of her beautiful boy’s arrival, Jessie decided work could go hang for a while. As much as she had enjoyed her time at Wild Ideas—and she’d worked till she was eight months pregnant—she felt the time had come for an extended maternity leave.

No doubt she would go back to work at some stage. Maybe she’d even start up her own boutique advertising company, run from home. When she mentioned this to Kane he was all for it, as long as he could become her partner.

When a fluttery and flushed Dora visited later that day with her new lodger on her arm—an aspiring writer in his sixties who’d never been married—Jessie and Kane exchanged knowing looks whilst Emily wondered if Santa and God had read her mind and simply got in early.

Jessie was allowed to bring the baby home on Boxing Day, which they spent at her in-laws’ place. She felt remarkably well, but it was still lovely to be waited on, and fussed over. Kane’s mother could not stop picking up the baby and goo-gooing over him.

‘Happy, darling?’ Kane asked her when they finally went home that night and both their babies were asleep.

‘Couldn’t be happier,’ Jessie replied.

‘Care for a dance with your husband?’ he said, and put on a suitable CD.

As Jessie went into her husband’s arms, she remembered the first night they’d met, and danced.

Was it destiny that had brought them together?

It would be romantic to think so.

But it wouldn’t be destiny that kept them together.

It would be love.