Morag had finally caught up with Antonin. He had been playing the gracious host while she....had been making sure all the food selections were up to Leonid's usual standard, that was what she was doing.
She had just had time to wrap her arm around his waist and hug him with a contented smile on her face when they were greeted by the Bletchleys.
And Antonin hadn't even had time to inquire as to whether she'd left any food for the guests, which was just as well because that wouldn't have ended well.
Okay, perhaps she was feeling a bit guilty about how much she was eating. No, she was feeling guilty about the little rounded part of her stomach...she was enjoying all the food she was eating. She would just have to get back into training soon.
Morag gave their guests a sunny smile. 'Miles....Daphne,' she greeted. 'And who is this handsome little man?' she grinned. 'Look how adorable he looks!' she said, turning her head to Antonin.