‘Sorry I had to leave early last night,’ Lucy apologises the following day when our plan comes together.

Finn kindly obliged us by going down for his nap without any fuss. Flying halfway around the world to land in a completely different time zone used to knacker me out, but at least I knew why my body clock was all over the place. It must be very confusing for a toddler.

‘But I had an excuse,’ Lucy adds, smoothing her hand across her floaty top to reveal what I now see has been disguising a rather large bump.

‘You’re having another baby!’ I cry. ‘That’s amazing news! How far along are you?’

‘Five months,’ she reveals with a smile, picking up her mug from the coffee table and taking a sip.

My eyes pop out of my head. ‘How on earth have you kept that a secret?’

‘We’ve been in the UK.’ She shrugs. ‘I wanted to tell people in person.’

‘Wait, weren’t you drinking last night? I thought you were on vodka cranberries?’

‘Cranberry, no vodka,’ she replies with a cheeky look.

‘Sneaky! Do you know what you’re having?’

She nods. ‘A girl.’

I squeal.

She grins, but then her features grow sober. ‘Sorry, I just wanted to get that bit out of the way first, but I do want to talk about you. How was the rest of last night?’

My mood takes a nosedive. ‘We ended up back at ours with Fliss and a few others. It was… unsettling.’

‘In what way?’ She cocks her head to one side, causing her long chestnut hair to swing in its high ponytail.

‘I know Lachie has hung out with Fliss in the past when I’ve been at work, but she was so comfortable at our place.’ I shake my head despairingly. ‘You should’ve seen her making herself at home, offering her pals tea and biscuits.’

‘What?!’ Lucy pulls a face, outraged.

‘She’s obviously been there loads. Lachie clearly chose not to tell me how much because he thinks I’ve got it in for her. And he’s right.’

‘Does he think she fancies him?’ Lucy asks, tucking her bare legs up underneath herself on the sofa and nursing her mug between her hands.

‘He’s adamant she doesn’t, but he’s wrong. I don’t know if he’s blind to it or if he’s just kidding himself, but I’ve seen the way she looks at him. She absolutely adores him.’

‘He is pretty adorable,’ Lucy says, her eyebrows pulling together.

I smile at her, but then my face crumples. ‘I’m sorry,’ I say. ‘I don’t know what’s got into me. Lachie and I have been together for so long and he’s always been tactile with other women. I’m usually cool with it – in fact, I usually like it. I love how he was with Bridget, for example, but I’ve always been so sure about his feelings for me. But seeing Fliss jokily push him over the back of the sofa and then climb on top of him was—’