Michael was pacing about the apartment trying to decide whether everything was ready. By the Christmas tree were two neat stacks of presents ready to be summoned away, one with presents for Iden's family and one with presents for Michael's family. On the hob were several dishes keeping warm until brunch at Iden's mum's house. In the refrigerator were several more dishes keeping cool until dinner at Michael's parents' house.
"Iden, are you ready to go?" Michael called from the kitchen.
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"I only want one of my boys to have a child before I'm 70, just the one would be fine for me... Michael, he's quite happy with you. Just the other day he was mentioning a lovely little hou-"
"Mum, what are you telling him?" Iden asked as he came back into the room, looking much better and with Inky at his heels.
"Nothing, Iden. Just that you'd make wonderful fathers," Moira gently teased.
"Er, okay. You know, there's breakfast waiting," Iden said, blushing quite red.
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