Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my own creations
Annie stepped into the bedroom and lay her ten month old down in the cot. Covering him with a blanket, she pressed a kiss to Henry's downy hair before leaving the room, door half open.
Stepping into the bedroom next door, she saw three year old Noah sprawled sound asleep on the bottom bunk. Pulling the blankets up, she brushed a stay lock of hair from her son's forehead. He was a spitting image of his father.
Rising to the top bunk, she found her daughter clutching Binky close. Marvelling that they grew so fast (six already!) she pressed a kiss to her head before turning to leave.
"Mummy?" came the little voice of Arizona Traven.
Annie stopped in the doorway. "Yes sweetheart?"
"When will Daddy be home?"
Struggling to keep her tone light, she forced a smile. "Soon sweetheart, soon. Nigh night."
"I love you Mummy."
Tears pooled in her eyes at her daughter's sleepy declaration.
"Love you too honey bun."
Stepping into the lounge room, lit only by the yellow street lights streaming through the curtains, she tugged her cardigan tight around her form.
Soon, she repeated to herself. Come home soon Jack.
Finito.