It’s a quiet night as Melly and I eat alone, and she’s asleep by the time Josh comes home.

He walks into the living room where I’ve been lying on the couch with my laptop, still engrossed in these crazy stories about my life.

“Oh my God, Josh.” I place the laptop on the coffee table, leap up and throw myself at him.

“What?” He smiles, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Did you know there’s a Facebook group full of people who believe you’re in a secret relationship with Gabby? Some of them think you have a hidden child with her.”

He screws up his face. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s amazing. They’ve taken every single story about you out of context. I’m some kind of decoy for whatever reason. Probably because you couldn’t possibly be attracted to me.”

His mouth falls open. “Delaney. Don’t ever talk about yourself like that.”

“I’m fine. I know the truth. I know how irresistible I am to you.” I smile.

“You are.”

I slide my arms around his neck. “I know just how much you want to put another big-headed Carter baby into my womb.”

Josh laughs. “I love you, even if you are a little cuckoo. But stay away from those sites.”

“I’m just trying to work out what to do with myself while you’re working and Amelia’s at school.”

He gives me a tender kiss. “I’ve got something for you to try and solve that problem.”

“What is it?”

“Give me a second, and I’ll show you.”

He kisses me again before disappearing back out the door.

I sit on the couch and wait.

“Tada.” He brings in two boxes, one square, the other tall and thin.

“Open these.”

“What are they?”

“This one first.”

It’s like Christmas, but the box isn’t wrapped and when he hands it to me, I see immediately what it is.

I tear it open and pull out the camera inside. I’ve got no clue how to use it, but I’m sure I could work it out. I’ve never owned a proper camera. Maybe I could do a photography course.

He nods. “And the other box …”

I put the camera onto the table and reach for the other box. Opening it, I slide out the contents.

“A tripod?”

“Well, I know how much you miss your diner, and I also know you’re not keen on starting something new here with my money. So, I thought maybe you could vlog your cooking.”

“Vlog? Like on YouTube?”

He nods. “People do all kinds of videos. You love cooking, so maybe you could vlog about it. You’re so talented and you have such a way with words. My name might bring the vlog attention at first, but you’ll keep your audience..”