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The door opens... and it seems Sharpe wasn't expecting it to open here right this moment, because he's not alone when he walks in.

He's going slowly and carefully, for reasons that become clear when he gets all the way in... and so does the very small boy clinging to his hand and toddling after him.

Welcome to Milliways, Patrick Lassan.

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"Expecting again", he emphasises. "This is our first. Say hello, Patrick."

The boy isn't quite up to words, yet, but smiles at her shyly.

"Ah." Svava beams at Sharpe, then smiles to Patrick, offering her hand.

"And hello to you too. Decided to come and visit here with your father?"

"We weren't really expecting to show up here now. But it's no bad thing we did."

The boy looks up at his father, who nods encouragement, and reaches to latch onto Svava's finger with his free hand.

"Not bad at all, if it means we get to meet this one." Svava smiles to them both.

"Him, and another one on the way, Richard?"

"Aye. Due at the end of the year, and you'll meet him or her too if I've a say in it."

"With any luck, yes. Maybe a family trip of it?" She grins, and looks to Patrick.

"A good idea, do you think? To come here with your mother and father and new brother or sister?"

He nods earnestly, though it's debatable how much he understands of what's going on. But all his daddy's ideas are good ideas, at this stage of his life.

Just wait until he is a teenager.

Svava laughs quietly, and offers her hands to see if Patrick is amiable to being picked up.

By the time he's a young man, canon says, he'll be choosing the French army over the British and breaking his father's heart. But that's a long way in the future.

Sharpe nods to him again, and he breaks into a bright smile and raises his arms.

Yay for future doom?

Svava beams, and scoops up Patrick, standing up. "There! So what do you think of this place, hm?"

"Like!" he chirps, seeming perfectly happy.

Svava laughs quietly, and turns to point out the Observation Windows to him.

What? At this age they are no more than 'ooh, bright and shiney'.

He stares in unmitigated awe.

It might be a while before anyone can get his attention off the shiny lights.

Svava: Win. She grins over at Sharpe.

He grins back.

"Looks like you're onto a winner there."

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