"Lunchtime," Angus said. He flicked his wand at the table to clear the breakfast dishes. He had the lunch already in hand. He had been up before daylight. He'd made a beautiful dish of chicken and noodles that was just simmering now filling the house with wonderful scents and aromas. He'd made a lovely salad to go with it, and homemade applesauce because he knew the girls would like the noodles and the chicken and the applesauce. Today the only thing that was about the adults was the salad, and even then, the girls did like some of the raw vegetables from it, particularly the carrots.
"Lunchtime gives us plenty of time to close up the house before we go to Tuscany," Brian said. "I thought we'd let the girls enjoy the best part of their day, so that later, when they're tired, we can all enjoy the best part of ours as grownups." Khaat smiled. An evening watching the Tuscan sun go down over the water. She craved it. She craved the sanctuary that Tuscany had become. In her mind she wondered about having the babies there. At home. In peace and quiet.
"You don't have your mind on anything today, do you?" Robert asked Khaat interrupting her thoughts.
"Yes, actually I do. I really do think I might like to have the babies born in Tuscany."
"What?" he frowned.
"Why couldn't I?" she asked.
"Because I won't have you having the babies anywhere but St. Mungos where I can do it properly. Get that little bit of nonsense out of your head right now," Robert said sternly. "If thats where your thoughts are, just stop it."
"Robert," Kate said. He said nothing, He picked up his newspaper and went back to it. "You have your babies wherever you like, Khaat," she said, glaring at the newspaper. Robert lowered the newspaper long enough to glare back at Kate and then raised it again, resuming reading it.