At the home where Bianca was settled with her Masters, St Just had just turned up. O’Grady was preparing to leave, to be with Louis during his vigil. Serena was still not in the clear, sighed St Just as Bianca went to him and kissed his blonde, scruffy jaw tenderly. He drew her into his arms and then put her away with a sigh,

“I’ve just come from the hospital, Pet,” he said apologetically,

“I need to shower.”

His eyes went to the room where the two men slept with Bianca, and she knew he wanted nothing more than to hold their son, kiss the sleeping infant and then sleep,...