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Rachel makes her way towards us. “Great job, guys. I’ll show people out then come back and supervise the clean-up.”
“Thanks, Rach,” Dayna says.
When we started working on New Day Fuels, we lost a few good people from the old-school cohort of SP, but Rachel stayed. And we gained a superb CFO.
“Ted, what was the feeling?” I ask.
He picks up one of the cream cakes from the end of the buffet table and comes over to us. “Really good, vibe, Clark. Sophia Falicino was practically wetting her knickers.”
Dayna’s bank manager was keen to support the new venture and invest in New Day. She trusts Dayna, but there’s no doubt she also thinks she’ll make a solid return on investment.
“Listen, I’m going to head off. Yvette has been looking after Molly all day, and we think she’s teething. Either that or she’s possessed.” He kisses Dayna on the cheek and shakes my hand.
Dayna heads over to the buffet table and picks up a strawberry tart. She’s determined not to overeat during her pregnancy, but today is a celebration.
“I think it went well,” she says when the room is empty.
“Me too, baby.” I lean over her shoulder and take a bite out of her cake.
“Hey! Button needs that,” she says, giggling. That gorgeous fucking giggle. I hope Button, as we know her for now, will have a giggle just like her mum’s.
“So does Daddy,” I say, turning her and wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her against me. “I love you.”
“Forever,” she whispers against my lips, right before I kiss her.
“Can I please take you home and get you out of this dress now?”
“As much as I’d like that, we have dinner with Arthur and Evelyn, and Mum and Richard.”
Like that’s not going to be awkward as hell. When we found out we were pregnant, Dayna decided she wanted to have people around Button who would love her. Those people include Dayna’s mother and Arthur. They’re relationships we’re working on. As Dayna would say, we are building a bridge and walking over it.
Still, I’d rather take my wife home. Grumbling, I roll my hips against her.
In response, she sticks her cream cake on the end of my nose. She puts her fingertips over her lips, looking pretty proud of herself and clearly happy.
Smiling, I rub the cream from my nose and wipe it on hers. “You’ll pay for that later, baby.”
“Oh, I hope so, Clark.”
