Final part of the story. (Other parts A Lambs Tale and Lammy's Tale.)

Lammy and Chrisare mutally infatuated and plan to live together. Sue, Chris's sister has worked a transformation and Lammy is no longer a dowdy duckling. Chris is enchanted.

She is now  to leave home and go and live with Chris.

The scene at Lammy's parents was traumatic. Her father had threatened her and she had hit him. Chris pulled Lammy off of her father and had told him to keep out of the way.

When Chris saw Lammy's shabby room and her sad little collection of soft toys, he burst into tears. There were no suitcases, so everything had to be packed into supermarket bags or put loose in the boot. Lammy's possessions scarcely filled the boot.

Her mother appeared and asked Lammy, " How can you do this to me, after all I had suffered to have you". Lammy gave her mother her front door key and walked out to Chris's car. Chris did a final check and under the mattress he found a small number of Erotic Books. He put them in a bag and thought, "We'll not need them any more; they'll go straight in the bin". They drove away in silence.

Chris's house was impressive. Lammy was entranced. She asked, "Where's the kitchen? and Chris took her through. She declared,"Right I'm cooking tea. Now you go and have a shower and come down in your dressing gown, slippers and nothing else. "

However he emptied the boot and took Lammy's things up stairs. He put her soft toys all round the bedroom. The other things he put into a cupboard to be sorted at a later date. He then did as he was told.

When he went into the kitchen Lammy was serving up tea. She was stark naked. "Well" she said, "I didn't want to get grease on my nice new clothes. So I've put them in the lounge. "
 
Chris giggled, "Aren't you supposed to wear your heart on your sleeve?

Lammy had rustled up a couple of omelettes. She ordered Chris, " Eat your tea up and then I'm sending you to bed."

"Have I been a bad boy" asked Chris?"

"No, but I'm hoping." They woofed tea down and then shot upstairs. Later that night Lammy sat in bed alongside Chris. One of the bedside lamps was on and gave a dim light. Chris was asleep. Agnes started to daydream, she hoped that she would be Lambing in about nine months: and if not; it would not be for the want of trying.

If she had a girl the baby would be called Christine after the child's father. But Agnes would call her Little Lammy. She hoped that the girl would have her build and Chris's blue eyes and blonde hair. If it were a boy, he would be called Christopher. She hoped that he would have Chris's build, tall and stringy and her auburn hair and green eyes.

She then started to wonder how many children she should have three or four? She decided on four. There would be two of each. Number one and three would be girls; two and four would be boys.

Chris, who had only pretended to be asleep, had watched her in fascination. Her face was lit up and her eyes sparkled, oh god how he loved her. "Lammy"he whispered, but Agnes was in a world of her own. "Lammy"he shouted, "Are you there?

"Yes why?"

"Well, please Miss I want some more."

 "More, you want some more", roared Lammy.

I'll let the reader decide what happened next. However after whatever happened next had happened Agnes thought to herself, if it is a boy I'll nickname him Ollie, short for Oliver!


Roughly nine months later, but certainly less than nine months on from her wedding day, Lammy was about to give birth to the first of her little flock. Lammy let Agnes take charge. For though the daydreamer, Agnes was also very business like. Agnes told Lammy that it would be very painful but not as painful as one of father's beatings. 

At the time of the delivery, mother and child were in total rapport. Agnes said, "push, push, push now relax", and Lammy and baby did as they were told. The Nurses were astonished at the ease with which the little girl was born.

When the necessary clearing up operations had been completed and mother and child had bonded, one of the Nurses said, "Come on Daddy meet little Christine", and put the swaddled child into its anxious father's arms.

Chris smiled and said, "Well C.A. say hello to Daddy. "

Lammy shouted, "We are not calling her Agnes. "

"No" replied Chris, "We are not."

He looked down at his daughter and told her, "Your mother is one of God's little lambs but you Christine are one of his little Angels. So as I was saying, before your mother so rudely interrupted; Christine Angelica, say hello to Daddy."