‘Don’t you bloody well start an’ all. I’ve got enough on me plate with this jumped-up little shit. I want this car whether you like it or not, and if you don’t like it, Stanley, I suggest you pack your bags and sod off back to that old slapper with the big tits. Now, what’s it to be?’

Both red faced, Stanley and the young salesman looked at one another.

‘We’ll take it,’ Stanley mumbled.

Frankie’s baby entered the world just over an hour later. Considering he was a month early, he was a hefty little lump and weighed six pounds seven ounces. After initially being whisked away to be fully checked over, Frankie had just been reunited with him and was thrilled to hear he’d been given a clean bill of health.

‘Are you sure everything’s OK with him?’ she asked anxiously, as the nurse handed him to her.

‘He’s absolutely fine and ever so big, considering the circumstances. I delivered a full-term baby yesterday and that only weighed six pound,’ the nurse said reassuringly.

Frankie stared at her son and smiled. He looked nothing like Harry when he was born; he looked more like Georgie with his tuft of dark hair and long, dark eyelashes. ‘Is my dad still outside?’ Frankie asked Mandy, the prison officer who had travelled in the ambulance with her.

‘Yep, he and your solicitor are both still outside.’

‘Is it OK if I spend some time alone with my dad and the baby?’

Mandy nodded. Unlike some of the other prisoners she dealt with, she had always found Frankie to be a decent, good-natured girl with impeccable manners. ‘While your dad pops in, I’ll go and find Babs, see how she’s doing. I’ll tell her your news, but don’t you dare tell anyone back at the prison that I left you alone, else you’ll get me into trouble. You’ve got ten minutes, OK?’

‘Thank you and I promise my lips are sealed,’ Frankie said gratefully. Some of the screws were right bitches, but Mandy was one of the nicest ones Frankie had met in Holloway.

Seconds later, Eddie Mitchell walked into the ward, kissed his daughter on the cheek and stared at the new addition that she was cradling in her arms.

‘Can I hold him?’ he asked, his voice full of warmth.

When Frankie handed the baby over, she felt a pang of guilt. Everything had happened so quickly and she’d been so thrilled to give birth to a healthy son that she’d barely given Georgie and Harry a thought since her waters had broken.

Eddie kissed his grandson on the forehead. ‘Hello, mate. I’m your grandad,’ he said, gently stroking the child’s cheek.

‘What you gonna call him?’ he asked Frankie.