Chapter Fourty Nine

Favour clapped her hands. 'Oh, this is marvellous! How far along?'

'Almost four months.'

Sheer astonishment. 'You can't be! You're not even showing.' Her gaze dropped critically to Jasmine's stomach.

'Luckily the long cowl on this dress hides a very definite mound.' She lifted it. 'See?'

Favour pointedly examined the vital area. 'That's a very small four months. Trust you to keep nice and slim. I had a positive pot belly by then.' She frowned. 'How come you haven't told any of us before this?'

'I am older than you, as you've frequently mentioned,' Jasmine answered carefully. 'I wanted to make it through the danger period first before letting anyone know there's a baby on the way.'

Favour shook her head chidingly. 'You've got a very secretive nature. No doubt about it. Honestly. Jasmine, you could be a bit more forthcoming.'

'Oh, I don't know.' Her eyes were deliberately leasing. 'You do have a habit of telling me how to live my life, little sister.'

Favour humphed and plan