took the drinks through and joined Sophie and Dave in the living room. Anna scooched herself round and peered at the scrunched-up bundle who was now being cradled by his mother. ‘Does he have a name yet?’
Sophie smiled at Dave who was eyeing the scene fondly. ‘We’re thinking of Reuben.’
‘I like it,’ said Anna, failing to hide her surprise at liking the name. She’d been expecting something more obscure.
‘Reuben David Butterworth,’ said Sophie, glancing up and giving Dave an indulgent look.
‘It was my great-grandad’s name,’ said Dave proudly.
‘It’s lovely and it suits him.’ Anna stroked the baby’s cheek and he screwed up his face and for a moment she could see what Dave meant about the Churchill resemblance.
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