“Those things are cool,” Dom commented. We turned to look at a man in our tube carriage carrying a baby in a sling around his front. The baby was dressed in pink and crinkled its eyes at us in a smile.

“Oh, I love babies!” Toria agreed.

“No! I meant the sling!” Dom quickly corrected. “They used to only have them at the back…”

We laughed. Dom was clearly trying to defend his masculinity. The baby cooed and waved its tiny hands at us. It was the cutest thing in pink.

“Flirt,” Dom muttered, smiling.