"Would'ya like some strawberries, dear?"

"Oh, no, thanks. I'm fine."

"Okay. Niall! Get yer ass over 'ere and eat the strawberries!"

Your lips stretched into a smile as you looked at Mrs. McTavish, who called out to her husband and walked past you to the open field where her husband and only son worked.

The McTavish family was big — three sisters and one brother, so their family farm seemed like a small town to you. There was a large three-storey house, a large garage that could accommodate four cars, as well as separate buildings for animals: chickens, cows, sheep and pigs. A good old Scottish farm, a large farm for a large family.

Johnny was the one who suggested going to his parents, and you immediately agreed. After all, they wanted to see their daughter-in-law pregnant at least once, as the baby would be born in four months. And Johnny's older sisters were thrilled with you; having the same humor and accent as your husband, they quickly accepted you as a younger sister.

You felt good here. Stroking your already noticeable baby bump, you breathed in the fresh June air, feeling just great. It was a relief to finally be somewhere where there was no constant noise and a lot of cars. It's just... space. And the crowing of roosters in the morning.

"Ya a'right, luv?" Johnny asked, coming up to you and standing next to you.

His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and the sleeves were pulled up above his elbows. He worked with his father in the field, cutting off excess grass and helping to take care of the animals. His sisters were here for the weekend, with their husbands and children.

A big, huge family. And you felt like a part of it.