Brandy’s POV
‘Yes, mum, I swear that we will come out to visit in a couple of weeks; I just need to check my training schedule, and Brandy, has to look at her own calendar so we can co-ordinate the time off.’
Kane’s voice floats through to me in the kitchen, sounding increasingly exasperated. I stand by the fridge, the cold plastic bottle of water gripped in my hand.
‘And you’ll ring and tell me so I can get everyone here,’ his mother orders, her voice fainter but still audible.
Kane sighs heavily, his shoulders likely slumped in defeat as he’s had over twenty minutes of his family berating him for keeping me and my pregnancy a secret. ‘Yes, I will call when I have an exact date, I promise,’ he mumbles.
‘Okay then, well I’ll let you go then. Give my love to Brandy, I can’t wait to mee
