"Hey, Winn." Anna turned to him with a grin far too innocent to be believable.
Ivy immediately latched onto his arm. Her body was warm against his, and the soft tremor of embarrassment in her grip made his pulse skip. "Mum, are you grilling Ivy again?" Winn teased, pretending not to notice how Ivy's head dropped against his shoulder in mortification.
"Grilling?" Anna gasped, mock-offended. "I'm educating her. There's a difference."
"Educating her about what exactly?" he asked, even though he was ninety percent sure he already knew.
"Just giving her some conception tips," his mother replied breezily, taking a delicate sip of tea that did nothing to hide her smirk.
Winn laughed quietly, looking down at Ivy.
His mother chuckled softly and excused herself.
"You could have rescued me sooner," Ivy muttered.
"Hearing my mother talk about you getting pregnant is… oddly motivating."
"Winn!" she gasped, swatting his chest.
