Luna’s POV
‘That sounds like a lot of fun’ I say to the little girl as I tug the pyjama top over her head, her small face popping through the neck hole with a cheeky grin that I’m growing to love.
Beth nods, her eyes dancing with excitement as she bounces on her heels, making it nearly impossible to get her arms through the sleeves. ‘It will be! I’m going to have a black one and a brown one and one of those ones that has grey spots!’
‘That’s great, Do you know what you will you name them?’ I ask, giggling at her infectious enthusiasm.
Beth frowns thoughtfully, her tiny features scrunching up in deep concentration. ‘Umm . . . the black one will be called smoky because he’s black like smoke . . . the brown one can be called chocolate, because that’s the best colour chocolate and the grey
