"Anghara, and it is a pleasure," Ang took the offered hand, not too firm a grip, and then grinned, "and this little guy is Gavin, at eighteen months he's certainly a handful, but, more than worth the waiting for him."
She rocked the stroller back and forth a little, easing Gavin into sleep. "Shall we go in? I'd like to see what else is on offer in store, the jacket in the window is lovely, but, I'm going to need something a little less restrictive for a little while I think."