Millicent was still on a sugar rush from the ridiculous amounts of cake Tracey and her had eaten for lunch. She was really hoping that Daphne wouldn't mind some bouncy.
As she rushed up to meet her she realised that, actually, Daphne wasn't alone. There was a... pram too. And most likely a baby in it.
Hers, presumably.
Fuck was this what life would be like now? Everyone having kids, left and right, leaving Millicent to be the improper honourary aunt that the kids loved and the parents sighed at?
She walked closer, looking at Damien like he was more of a ticking bomb than an actual child. Well, you never knew with these tiny people.