*I OWN ONLY PLOT*
*Trudy's POV*
I woke up and saw Jerome sleeping in my arms. I brushed a tender kiss on his forehead. I gently got up and wrapped myself in my robe, then walked downstairs. I made our breakfast, happily humming to myself. Ten minutes after I'd dished out our food, my sleepy young Jerome stumbled in. "Mummy? Where are you?" He asked sleepily.
"Here, love. Come here, my sweet child." I scooped him up and hugged him. "Did you have a nice sleep?"
"Yes, Mummy. I wakeded up in the night and saw you sleeping. You really pretty even when you sleep." He mumbled, burying his little face on my chest sleepily.
I kissed his lovely dark blond curls. "Aw, baby. Here, my darling, breakfast."
He smiled and sat at the table. There was enough room to comfortable seat four, but with just us, we had plenty of room. He woke up a little and said "Mummy, I heared a girl yesterday across the road, talking to a tall man. She called him her daddy. What is a daddy?"
"Aw, sweetie. In a lot of families, there's a mummy and daddy and children." I smiled. "A daddy helps a mummy look after the babies and he goes to work to get money for the family. Although, in a family like ours, it's just mummy or just daddy. And the little ones usually get put in school or in the care of a babysitter. And in a small family like this, it's important that your needs are seen to."
Jerome asked "Are you going to take me to school?"
"Not just yet, dearie. Now, love, we have to get food in today. And you need new clothes, dearie."
Jerome gave me the sweetest dimpled smile in the world. "We're going shopping?" He asked happily.
"Yes we are, my love! We're going to go shopping, baby!"
He cheered happily. I would be sure to give him the best of everything.
