Roxy whooped, then slapped a hand over her mouth. “That’s awesome. Congrats! Who am I going to tell? My lips are sealed. But talk about the hard sell to get me to move here. Fine, you win.” She held her hands up in surrender. “I’ll be the godmother.”
They all laughed, then Roxy gave Delaney a little hug. “It’s been so good to see you, but you guys clearly have other things to do and I’m on a deadline. I’m taking the three thousand pounds of chocolate I bought back to the bed and breakfast and spending some quality time with my laptop. Hugh, it was a pleasure to meet you. Delaney, I’ll let you know what my next move is. Literally. And keep me posted on the kidlet.”
“Will do,” Delaney said. “Talk to you soon.”
As Roxy disappeared into the crowd, Delaney turned to Hugh and looped her arm through his. “I love the idea of dropping the trophies off at the shop. Then we should probably go tell your grandmother. She’ll lose it if she doesn’t hear the good news straight from us as soon as possible.”
“I suppose you’re right. Then we can tell my brothers.”
They started walking toward the exit.
“Deal,” Delaney said. “Although the thought of Julian as an uncle is a little frightening.” She stopped as they got outside the tent and away from the throng of people. “How do you feel about Sugar?”
“Like it’s going to be a long, long time before I want anything sweet.”
“No, I mean what do you think about the name Sugar if it’s a girl?”
Hugh cocked one brow. “You’re not serious.”
She smiled and pulled him along again. “I don’t know. Sugar Ellingham has a nice ring to it.”
He groaned. “No.”
“Ginger?”
He gave her the side eye.
“Clementine?”
He sighed. “How about a name that isn’t also a food? You know, our child might be a boy.”
She laughed and put her hand on her belly. “It won’t be. I can feel it. Sugar’s definitely a girl. Do we have an account at Santa’s Workshop, that toy store in town?”
“No, but I get the feeling we will soon.”
“We need to decide which room is going to be the nursery, too. And we’ll need clothes. Lots and lots of cute dresses. And hair bows. Oh! Booties! Wait until I tell Captain. He’s going to be so excited.”
“I’m not sure the cat’s going to care.” Hugh shook his head. “This is going to be a long nine months, isn’t it?”
“Maybe,” she said.
He grinned and winked at her. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”