...on the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond

[weemanmurray]

In six months of marriage, some things had easily become habit. Ian woke up without opening his eyes, rolling towards warmth across the bed and wrapping his arm around her middle and tugging her back against him. His hand automatically found the very slight bump of her through her shirt, stroking her and the baby as he burrowed into the long fair hair gathered at the nape of her neck.

"S'too early," he mumbled, shooing Rollo away with the back of his hand.