I nod eagerly, smiling and laughing. It's the reaction I expected. I've surprised him speechless. The way he's staring at me is absolutely wonderful.

"I am, Ewan. I had Owen run all the necessary tests while I was in Cardiff. I'm ninety-five days into the pregnancy, a little more than three months. He's developing normally - on the same sort of path the twins took."

I laugh again and reach for his hand to place on my stomach, right above the spot where our son is growing within me. I don't break gaze the entire time.

"You're going to be a father again, Ewan Harrow."