Greer stepped out of the hut, stretched and regarded the coming dawn,he’d left Sobeth to sleep, the birds were already well into their morning chorus and he rejoiced as the sun brought its warmth to his face.
“You’re up already?” said Sobeth standing at the door, her bump was huge now.
“I was going to let you lie in.”
“Fat chance. the little bugger’s been having a right old dance in here.” she informed him.
“Thought of a name yet?” he asked.
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