Lou exchanged glances with his brother, stifled a chuckle, and reached over to Kit's belly to run his quill over it. She giggled and squirmed at the touch. His arms, barely tucked at the head of the bed by a light scarf, tensed.

- Who? Tom asked evenly, biting his lip.

“Louis…” after thinking for a second, she said and smiled, “Feather.

- She's peeping! - he was indignant and checked the bandage on his eyes.

“I guessed right,” Kitty retorted, and tried to find him next to her with her foot. The bells rang.

“Don’t kick, that’s not fair,” Lou said, smacking his round knee. Tom made a brutal...