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"Aren't you, well, too old?"
Barnaby turned to his seargant incredulously. "Thank you Jones," he replied shortly.
Ben could only laugh at his boss who looked like he'd been put through the ringer several times over.
"I'll be damned if I know how it happened," Barnaby muttered under his breath.
"Need a biology lesson?" he offered.
"Impertinant sod." He shook his head. "Fifteen years of marriage and we had just assumed it was not to be."
"But I take it Mrs Barnaby is happy."
"Oh, over the moon," he confirmed. Sculling the dregs of his beer, he placed his glass on the table. "We both are."
Two months later:
John Barnaby swore inwardly as the judge allowed a brief recess to review unexpected new evidence.
Looking at his watch, he knew there was no way he was going to be able to make it to the ultrasound appointment.
Reaching for his mobile, he hit speed dial number two. "DS Jones speaking..."
It was not her husband who pulled up at the kerb ten minutes before their appointment as Sarah Barnaby eyed his younger partner. "Case?" she queried with a raised eyebrow.
"No, court," winced Jones. "But I'm to drive you to the hospital."
Half an hour later:
Seated in the waiting room, Ben Jones wondered if it would ever be him in this situation one day.
His thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and he saw his boss's better half come through. He rose hastily as she came toward him with a smile on her stunned face.
"Everything alright Mrs Barnaby?" he enquired as he approached her.
She seemed to have forgotten he was there, for she turned to him startled. "It's twins."
"Twins," repeated Jones softly, pondering the significance. "Twins?"
He must have looked a sight, for Sarah Barnaby grinned at him. "You okay there Ben?"
"Blimey," he exclaimed, struggling to breath. "Two of them."
He realised that he was acting like the expectant father, and was mortified. "So sorry Mrs Barnaby," he apologised profusely.
"I think you can call me Sarah now," she grinned as she took him by the arm and led them toward the car.
"Shall I take you home?" he offered. "Or..."
"I think I'm going to need to go via the booze shop..."
Jones wasn't entirely sure that women were allowed alcohol during pregnancy, but decided to keep his mouth shut as Sarah carried on regardless.
"... John's going to need a stiff drink to handle this."
Later that night:
DCI John Barnaby knew he had some serious making up to do as he opened the front door and entered the house.
"Sarah?" he called.
"In the kitchen," came the reply.
Entering the room, he was surprised to find her opening a can of beer and pouring it into a glass for him. He was ready to protest when she smiled at him. "Take a seat. Dinner will be ready soon."
"I can do that," he ordered. "You sit down."
"John," his wife replied in that patient voice of hers. "Take a seat."
"Is everything okay?" he asked suddenly as he took the beer she offered him. She was being annoyingly vague as she kissed him on the lips and then pushed him toward the couch. "Sarah?"
He ignored the beer, placing it on the table, as he gripped his wife's hand and tugged her toward him. "What aren't you telling me?"
Her smile was bright and he swore there were tears in her eyes. "It's twins," she said, unable to hold it in any longer.
He fell down with a thump.
The next morning:
"Two of them," said DCI John Barnaby weakly as he entered the office.
"Congratulations, Sir," grinned Jones. "Again."