Chapter 135: WORKING IT OUT: FLYNN

Lee must have spoken to Niamh because when we got home the dining table was set for a romantic dinner for two. In the oven, she'd left some beautiful chicken stuffed with her very own special concoction of mushroom, cheese, herbs and spices. Sweet potato wedges laced with chili powder, and some asparagus tips were in already on plates and sitting in the warmer.

Valerie slipped off her shoes as she entered the house and padded barefoot down the hallway. She hummed her pleasure at the mouth-watering aroma as we wandered in the direction of the kitchen.

"I think someone gave Niamh a heads-up you were coming home," she smiled wickedly.

"Not me. I wasn't taking anything for granted with those hormones of yours. By the way, I hope whatever she's made for dinner doesn't require the use of steak knives, I've heard how pregnant women's moods can turn like the weather."