Prologue

If I had a time machine and I told my twelve-year-old self how my life was going to end up, I would not have believed myself, not in million years. If you had told me at twelve years that I would have a loving and caring husband who had given me three beautiful children, I would not have believed you. But here I was, aged 28 married to Daniel with my four children, Anthony, Felicity and the twins, Willow and Thomas.

To say that a child is a mistake, I think, is unkind. No child is a mistake, they're just either unplanned or an accident. Like Anthony. When I found out that I was pregnant, I was 19. To say that I was scared was an understatement. But Daniel didn't run. He stayed, and we were married in the July before Anthony was born. Anthony was born on the 27th of November. John Watson delivered him in the comfort of my own home. I didn't think my heart could grow and more or I wasn't sure that I room in my heart for the amount of love that I felt when I held him in my arms, at only a few seconds old. Felicity we planned. Anthony was about to turn 4 and I didn't want him growing up alone as that is what I had done, and I hated it. So, Felicity was born the following May, a little early and she had to spend some time in the neo-natal unit but she's almost four now and is as full of life as any of us. Again, I didn't know how my heart could cope with the amount of love I had for, now, my two children. I have loved watching them grow up and seeing their personalities grow and change as they become their own person. And that's where I thought my family was going to end. I was happy, I had one of each and they loved each other, and I loved them. I didn't need my family to grow anymore. Or shall I say that I didn't plan for my family to grow anymore!