'Good morning Mrs Ormerod' chirped Gordon as he rolled over onto his side to face Jill.
'Morning darling' she replied, a smile sweeping her lips. The sun streamed in through their bay bedroom window and the birds tweeted outside which prompted Gordon to state the obvious
'It's a gorgeous day out there!' as he flung his head into the pillows 'And we...I of course have to be at work in an hour's time.'
'Hard luck Doctor Ormerod, unless of course I go into work and you look after the children?' to which her husband protested with his hands 'Ah, I didn't think so!'
'No no, you stay with the children and get some rest' the male urged
Rest? When do you think I'm going to get chance to rest with three young children Gordon?' Jill laughed
'I could always get my mum to come and take Tom and Katie out for the day and J-'
'Gordon, for heaven's sake I'm quite capable of looking after my own children'
'It's just...after last time...I worry about you Jill'
'I know you do, I know but everything's going to be okay I promise'
'I know. Right I'll get Tom and Katie up and dressed' Gordon leapt out of bed, certain weariness in his movements after a long night with Jonathon
HALF AN HOUR LATER
'Gordon! Can you just come and watch Jonathon for me whilst I have a shower?' called Jill from the top of the stairs
'Two seconds... Tom can you stop winding Katie up...and Katie mind that bowl!' Gordon grunted at his children, his tie flung around his neck not yet done up. He was holding a cup of coffee in one hand and he shoved his last piece of toast in his mouth as he headed up the stairs; two steps at a time.
'I've got 15 minutes before I've got to leave Jill' Ormerod stated to his wife as he took Jonathon from her arms and started talking to him as they went back downstairs
'I know, I won't be long' called Jill as she dashed to their en-suite for a much needed shower.
Even with my parent off for the day the Ormerod household was manic, as always.
20 MINUTES LATER
'Bye kids' shouted Gordon as he made his way to the front door. Both of them too busy playing to come and say bye to him, but he didn't mind.
'I'm coming!' shouted Jill as she ran down the stairs with Jonathon in her arms. She was wearing black trousers and a long sleeved thing pink t-shirt; her hair still slightly damp. 'What time will you be home?'
'I'm not sure. Hopefully about 4 o clock if it's not too busy. Now I really must go' added Gordon as he stood in the porch area 'Now take it easy Jill'
'I will! Stop fussing' Jill kissed her husband goodbye and in turn he then kissed his young sons head
'Be good for Mummy Jonathon' Gordon joked. Jill stood at the front door, the sun shining on her and Jonathon, as Gordon reversed out of the driveway and drove off. Although of course it wasn't just here and her young child standing there, but in fact their unborn child as well. At five months pregnant Gordon had every right to be worried about his wife.
