Alistair snorts, amused. "For our sakes and the milk's, apparently," he says, freely allowing himself to be pulled along.

It's a nice enough day for a walk: clouds dot the sky, but none of the angry sort that foretells rain. And as much as Alistair enjoys the chaos of the Rutherford household, there's a lot to be said for a stroll with just his husband, sans inquisitive relatives or overeager children.