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The two of them walked into Tesco hand in hand to do their weekly grocery shopping. Molly was looking forward to getting some peppermint-flavored and scented things, as that was a weakness of hers, and Seb was interested in mince pies. They browsed the aisles, gathering the things they wanted, keeping up a fairly steady stream of conversation, until it lapsed when Molly was deciding between two different peppermint ice creams.
Seb started to really listen to the Christmas music playing over the speakers and began to sing along. “It’s the most wonderful time of the year…”
“Wasn’t that song in a Marks & Spencer ad a few years back?” Molly asked, smiling at Seb.
“Not this version. This one is by Harry Connick, Jr.” Seb hummed a little more of it before speaking again. “I’m a fan of his. Not so much his father, but…” He cleared his throat and brought his fist up to his mouth. “Work stuff.”
“Didn’t ask, don’t want to know,” Molly said.
“To be fair, it was when I first started after my less than honorable,” he said.
“You have your secrets, I have mine,” she said.
“You don’t have any secrets from me. I can read you like an open book.”
“You didn’t know I was pregnant,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him.
He froze as she went back to deciding between the two ice creams. “You’re pregnant?” he asked quietly.
“Did I really just blurt it out?” she asked, dropping the ice creams to bring her hands to cover her open mouth.
“You’re pregnant?” he asked again. “You’re really pregnant.”
“Seven weeks,” she said. “Are you happy?”
“I’m going to be an athair to a wee one again?” he asked, lapsing into Irish.
“Yes, if that means father?” she said.
He picked her up and spun her around. She laughed and hugged him around his neck, and when he set her down he kissed her deeply, both of them ignoring the dropped ice cream and the open freezer door. “I’m ecstatic.”
“I can tell,” Molly said with a laugh. She pulled away to pick up the ice creams, put them both back in the freezer, and shut the door. “Ice cream can wait. Let’s get the rest of the groceries and celebrate.”
“I can agree to that.”
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Seven months later, when their second son was born, Molly insisted he would be named Harry Andrew Moran after the two singers who sang the song playing when she told him about the pregnancy. Seb wholeheartedly agreed.