Izzy flipped him off, and stuck the cigarette back between her lips, letting it dangle from her mouth as she spoke. "I'm sure you haven't lost your brains. You can just go out into the streets and find it again. Or at least somewhere else with coffee." She turned slightly and smacked her ass. "Don't pretend like you still don't love me in this skirt."

Izzy's eyes widened as she looked at the photograph, a huge smile curving her lips. She was over any feelings of jealously that had been there before. Now she was just happy for James and Harri. "Oh my god! Is it a boy? He sort of looks like what Fi's son looked like as a blob. Only his dick was attached to his forehead, no joke. He was all curled into this tight ball. So you're calling him Campbell?"