Page 201 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
Finn’s entire medical bag.
Hamish Junior drags it triumphantly across the living room and deposits it directly in front of me.
Then he straightens proudly, chest puffed out, very obviously waiting for praise.
Silence crashes over the room.
With shaking hands, I unzip the bag.
Bandages.
Medication.
Blood pressure cuff.
Otoscope.
Everything’s inside.
“Oh my God. If he has an emergency…”
“What is wrong with these sheep?” Jane blurts out.
“It’s like they formed a coordinated anti-Finn operation,” Emma says in disbelief.
“This sheep just crippled Glenfield’s entire medical system,” Keira says between horrified laughter.
Hamish rises from his corner and walks over to Hamish Junior, bumping his head affectionately against him.
Rosita bleats proudly, clearly saying: Well done, son.
Hamish Junior absolutely glows under the parental approval.
“I just witnessed sheep parenting, and somehow that feels deeply weird,” Emma mutters.
The three sheep now line up perfectly side by side.
Hamish Junior in the middle looking unbearably proud.
Hamish on the left.
Rosita on the right.
All three stare at me with unsettling intensity.
“They look like a union delegation,” Emma whispers.
“Or lawyers presenting evidence,” Jane adds.
“The sheep officially formed a coalition against Finn,” Keira declares, laughing so hard she’s crying.
The three sheep bleat in unison.
I stare at the pile of stolen items spread before me.
A sock.
A stethoscope.
