Husband Material (London Calling, #2)

by Alexis Hall

“I think”—Bridge relaxed into the hug—“I think we have to sort it out by going to Harrow?” Priya gave a long-suffering sigh. “Fine. Get in my truck. Someday, one of you bastards is going to have to buy a car.” We all dashed outside to the truck and piled in like clowns in reverse, only to immediately have to pile out again because James Royce-Royce needed to fit a car seat. Or at least transform his stroller into a car seat. Because obviously the James Royce-Royces hadn’t just bought a stroller. They’d brought a multifunctional infant transportation device that looked like a spaceship. It was a weird folding contraption with wheels and a pod and a kind of padded area that you could tuck a baby into like Superman being blasted off from Krypton. There was a lot of clunking and a lot of moving parts that didn’t seem to be moving quite right and a loud yelp as James Royce-Royce closed his finger in something that really wasn’t designed to have fingers closed in it. “Perhaps,” Priya suggested, “it’d be easier if you didn’t have a baby strapped to your chest?” “No.” James Royce-Royce flapped his injured hand. “No, I can do this. It’s just we’ve never used the car-seat function because we’re normally walking or taking the Tube.” Bridge came forward helpfully-slash-hurryingly. “Let me take him.” With the kind of reluctance you only see amongst new parents and people struggling to kick serious addictions, James Royce-Royce unbuckled Baby J from his chest and handed him over to Brid...