Mae was pissed. She was pissed at everyone and didn't they know it. Most of her rage was directed at her husband and he coped both barrels of Ruzek-Hollister 'charm' when she ticked over 8 hours of labour. Added to the fact that she was four days overdue and it was ugly for everyone involved. George was pretty sure the midwives were doing rock, paper, scissors to see who had to break the news to Mae that she still wasn't dilated enough. These women were saints.
It was slow going and after her last effort of a quick thirty minute labour four weeks early as soon as Mae started having contractions they headed to the hospital. They did not expect to be here seven hours later… still waiting.
Poppy was with Alfie and Quinn and happily playing with Addy. Lola had been in a few times to check on her and they had even gone for an hour long walk around the grounds to try and hurry things up to no avail.
"Don't fucking touch me." Mae slapped his hand away. "You touching me caused this. Never fucking again." He was helping her out of the shower. Just a few minutes ago he was rubbing her back as she had a contraction and she had commented how nice it felt. They were getting closer together and more intense and Mae was getting more erratic.
"I'm starting to feel unloved."
"Good." She hissed at him.
"Well I love you."
"Fuck you."
"I still love you."
"You are annoying me. Go do something useful for a change. Get somebody to come cut this fucker out."
"Can we not call our baby a fucker?"
"Fine, go and find someone to cut my fucker of a husband's child out of me." Mae grabbed his arm in a death grip as she bent over and groaned loudly.
Finally they were nearing the end and that was a relief, not only so that Mae would stop abusing the crap out of George but they were starting to talk to them about giving her a caesarean, which was the last thing she wanted but they were willing to do whatever it took to get their baby out safely. The first sign of fetal distress and George would pull the pin on the natural birth. He knew Mae would want him to make sure they were both safe even if in the moment she begged him not too.
Twenty minutes later, they were finally holding their healthy baby. They decided to break her water first to see if that got things going and it did. "Can you call someone?" Mae gritted her teeth as she felt a sudden increase in pressure within minutes of the midwife leaving. She had only been seven centimetres dilated when they checked and thought this would move things along but they didn't expect it this quickly.
"Why?"
"Oh I don't know, perhaps because I have a baby trying to shoot out of me."
"Now?"
"Well yes now. I swear I have no idea how you figured out how to knock me up sometimes."
"I just point and shoot."
She snarled at him to get someone. The look on the midwife's face when she came in was priceless and George had to help her put on the gown while she had her hands on the crowing head. "Okay, Mae you don't hang around do you?"
"Except for the last eight hours." George wasn't helping his cause much at all. He was hoping Mae was too distracted to hear his nervous joke. Last time he turned up and Mae was already pushing, this was new for him and he was scared shitless and the longer it went on the more nervous he became.
She heard it. "Oh, it's been so friggin' hard for you, my heart bleeds."
Five very intense minutes later George peered down between Mae's legs at the baby in the midwife's hands. "Oh, it's a boy." Mae certainly knew how to get a baby out in a very short space of time, once she started pushing it was all over very quickly.
"Really?"
"Well done Mom. Here he is." The midwife told George to pull down Mae's gown and she lay the mightily pissed off baby on her chest. "He looks good and he's loud."
George kissed her temple, neither of them taking their eyes off their boy. He was wailing and clawing at his mother's skin. Mae had a hand on his back and was stroking his cheek with the other, willing him to find her breast. She wanted him to feed even though he was barely minutes old. When Poppy fed she finally felt like her mother, up until then it was all a little surreal. She wanted her boy to know that she'd take care of him.
"Wow, we make perfect babies don't we?" George was in awe of his son when he grunted, rooted around and got a nipple in his mouth. He wasn't sure what to do with it but he kept trying and eventually managed to suck a little but he was more interested in crying than anything else.
"I think so." George seemed to be back in Mae's good books.
Their little boy was perfect and much bigger than his sister at 8lbs 2ozs. Compared to Poppy he was a giant. "No wonder he wouldn't come out." George was a little surprised as he stood by the examination cot and watched as he was given the once over and got a clean bill of health. Once he was weighed he got his first cuddle as he took him back to his mother. "There you go sweet boy, cuddle your mom." He kissed Mae's upturned face, "I forgive you for your abuse because I love you even more than I thought humanly possible." He took some photos ready to send to let everyone know he was here but they called Alfie first so they could talk to Poppy.
They put it on video and Alfie let Poppy answer the call. "Hi Daddy."
"Hey beautiful. I miss you, are you having fun?" Poppy nodded enthusiastically. "Look what Mommy's got."
"Oh," she gasped. "…a bubba. Is my bubba?"
"It is your brother, it's a boy. That's what you wanted right?"
"Yay." She clapped, dropping the phone. Addy was all up in the business too and she was jumping up and down and that got Poppy going too. They were both excited and didn't give two hoots about the phone or George.
Alfie scrambled to pick it up. "Sorry about that. So he's a he?"
"He is. Took his sweet time but he's all good. Came out screaming, has had a go at feeding and seems to like the boobs and is busy checking us out to make sure we are suitable." Mae was too busy watching her little boy as he looking at her wide eyed so George had to do all the talking. Poppy and Addy had finally stopped carrying on like pork chops and now Poppy was leaning on one of Alfie's arm watching the screen and Addy was hanging off the other. She wasn't missing this for love nor money. This was apparently the best thing that had ever happened to her, although that changed almost daily.
"How's Monkey?"
"I'm good Alfie, tired but happy and in one piece." She finally dragged her eyes away from the baby. "Hey gorgeous girl, I miss you Poppy. Can Alfie bring you in to meet your brother? I really want to see you and give you lots a kisses and hugs. I miss you so much."
He promised to bring her in. Addy was unimpressed when she had to stay home. She huffed, full of attitude and threw herself on the couch and crossed her arms angrily across her chest. She felt she had earned the right to go and see the baby seeing as she 'looked after Poppy…All day' and when bad attitude didn't work she tried begging; 'I really really like babies.'
Addy hadn't let up about the baby thing. She wanted one too. Sam had recently told her she couldn't have a baby because you had to have a Mom 'and you don't have one.' He wasn't being obnoxious and he wasn't mean when he said it. It was a confusing concept for them to understand. Sam had been told at school that you needed a Mom and a Dad to have a baby and Addy had a Dad and a Quinn so in his little brain that meant that Addy was out of luck. Nonetheless Addy was upset.
She had come home in tears.
"What's wrong?" Alfie had been surprised when she launched herself at him when he got home and sobbed her heart out. He looked at Quinn who didn't know what to say. Addy had told her why she was upset and she hadn't expected it, they hadn't really had that conversation yet, it was always a very vague conversation about having a baby and usually when Addy bought it up. They knew that they were happy together but with everything that had gone on with Adam and Addy being so unsettled for a while they hadn't really talked about putting a timeline on anything. They were just settling into life again.
"Sam says I can't have a baby brother or sister because I don't have a Mum and you need a mum and a dad to have a baby." Seemingly Sam had moved on from the sleeping and kissing in the nude to make a baby train of thought. Apparently Riley drew the short straw and had explained some things to him which he was thoroughly unimpressed with.
"Oh Darlin'."
"Daddy, I want a baby too." She had seen Sam with Billy, Poppy was getting a brother or sister soon and her friends at school all had brothers or sisters. "You have sisters. You don't have a Mum and Dad."
"Addy, it's okay. One day you will have a baby brother or sister, I promise."
"How?"
"Well Daddy loves Quinn and maybe we will get married and have a baby."
"Will that be my brother or sister?"
"It will."
"Tomorrow?"
"No not tomorrow." He laughed but he hugged her tight. "I love you so much Addy and Quinn loves you too."
"Will Quinn be my Mum?"
"Yes, if that's what you want."
They didn't talk about it until Addy was well and truly in bed. "Addy was just checking if she's getting a baby soon, like tomorrow." Alfie flopped down beside Quinn who was reading a text book. She was in the middle of a Professional Development course and had an exam in a few days.
"You told her how it works right? She knows how long Poppy has been waiting for Mae to 'grow her bubba'?"
"I try not to get into details with her."
"You can't avoid it forever."
"Let's not forget who I grew up with? She'll learn whether I want her to or not. Unless we are suddenly moving to Siberia they will get to her." Alfie leant over and closed the book in her lap. "I want to talk."
"We are talking."
"Quinn, let's get real. I want three things. I want to marry you, I want to have babies with you and I want you to adopt Addy and be her Mum." Alfie's nervousness got the better of him and he just blurted it out. It was unromantically romantic. It was not how she expected this to go but she loved every word that came out of his mouth.
"Wow."
"I'm usually better than this. It's wasn't very smooth was it?" He screwed up his nose, a touch embarrassed by his ham fisted attempt at proposing, if you could even call it that. It sounded more like an order than a proposal.
"Better at proposing? How many proposals have you done?"
"Well none…this was my first." Alfie was flustered all of a sudden and it was cute. "I meant smooth talking you, I'm usually better at that."
"Well yes you are but you know what? I loved it." She held both his cheeks and smiled before she kissed him. "I love you Alfie, I love Addy and I absolutely can't wait to spend my life with you. My life is with you."
"And adopting Addy?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes I am. Jedda isn't here and never will be but you are and you are already filling that role in her life, she adores you and she wants a Mum. I could not think of anyone better to be her Mum, to fulfil her dreams, you blow me away every day watching you love Adelaide. I want her to be our daughter. I love what you've bought to her life and mine. I want you to be her Mum and I want to see you be a Mum to your own little baby, I want us to have a baby together." Alfie begged her, if he was one things he was passionate and emotional.
Quinn was crying, he wasn't surprised and he lifted her chin so that she would look him in the eye. "Marry us? Be my wife, be Addy's Mum. Let's make our family."
"Yes."
Alfie got a little concerned about Addy's excitement when he took her shopping for present for Quinn. He had his mother's engagement ring to give her and he knew that she'd love it but he wanted Addy to give her something too. She picked out the biggest diamond she could find, it was ridiculously expensive. It took all his negotiating skills to talk her down to a small pendant and explain to her that he had a ring already. Alfie drilled her all day about what to say and made her practice before Quinn got home.
"Quinn. I bought you a present." She presented it with a flourish and got down on one knee while Alfie was videoing it and you couldn't wipe the smile off his face. "You and Daddy get married." she giggled nervously. She'd forgotten what Alfie had told her to ask and it was more a demand than a question, like father like daughter but that didn't matter. It was beautiful and Quinn had tears streaming down her face when she hugged Addy. Addy was supposed to ask Quinn to be her Mum but she was just so excited and Alfie couldn't blame her for that, he was excited too.
Addy was worried. "Why are you sad?"
"I'm not sad Addy, I'm so happy. I can't wait to marry you and your Daddy." She assured her she was anything but sad.
"I'm very happy too. Will you be my Mum?"
"Yes." She looked at Alfie who was just smiling, his eyes glistening a little.
"Do you like your present?" Addy helped her open the box. It was a small pink heart with a diamond in it. She understood the heart, Alfie's blue heart and her pink one. It was beautiful. "I'd pick it for you."
"It's beautiful, like you." Quinn kissed her cheek. "Thank you my little darling girl. I love it so much."
"Daddy has a ring for you." She blurted out and then clapped her hands over her mouth.
"Close your eyes." He pulled the ring from his pocket and slipped it onto her finger. "Perfect." He whispered and kissed her softly.
Quinn was in love with it, the three perfect diamonds side by side. "Alfie, it's beautiful."
"It was my Mum's engagement ring. Dad gave it to her when I was born."
"Oh…" she grabbed his face and kissed him as Addy clapped happily. "It's perfect, it's beautiful and so precious, like you. Thank you. I will treasure it always."
Addy's excitement made it the perfect moment, she jumped up and down and squealed. The video he sent to his sister's created a ruckus of monumental proportions and if Quinn hoped to have a quiet no fuss wedding she was sadly mistaken. Addy's hysterical dance got them all going. "Alfie and Quinn are getting married." She hollered. "And then I get a baby…..And a Mum."
Fortunately the impending arrival of Mae's new baby put their wedding on the back burner. They had a few other things to organise before then, namely Adelaide's adoption and that was a priority. It wasn't as smooth as they hoped. Addy's Indigenous background complicated things which was unexpected. Australian Law protected the rights of Indigenous children and they were not only removing her from her native heritage by giving her a non-indigenous mother but she was also not an Australian resident. It took longer than expected and Alfie was frustrated at times and at one stage he thought of flying back to sort it out. They weren't going to get married until that was sorted.
"Alfie…" Poppy was chatting away in the backseat. "…we going to see bubba?"
"Yes we are. Mommy and Daddy are waiting for you."
"Addy sad?"
"She just wants to see your Bubba too."
"It's a boy."
"It is."
"Why?"
"Why what?" Alfie did not want to go here. "Why is it a boy?"
"Yes."
He had two choices, he could drop his sister in it, like she would probably do to him in a heartbeat or chicken out. He chose option two. "Ask Daddy."
Poppy wasn't letting him off that easily though, she was curious and why was her favourite word. "Are you a boy?"
"I am."
"Why?"
He realised that there was no getting away from it. He'd learnt this with Addy, they just kept going and going and going until they got the answer. He couldn't imagine how annoying the four of them must have been for their parents. "Because I have a penis."
They always used the right names, that was drummed into them from the start. Alfie had called it a dick one day and Sam told him off. 'It's a penis Alfred.' He could not have sounded more annoyed with his uncle if he tried. For a long time Sam had called it a willy but he got there eventually, dick however was not acceptable for his five year old brain.
"Why?"
"Because I do, Daddy does too."
"I don't."
"Nope."
"Why?"
"Because you are a girl."
"Like Mommy?"
"Yes."
"Oh…." Poppy actually clapped her hands. She was proud of herself for working it all out although he was happy she stopped short of asking why she was a girl. "Bubba has a penis?"
"Yes he does."
It was a relief to get to the hospital. He called George and so he could come and meet them. Alfie grabbed the bag out of the back seat and gave it to Poppy. It was her job to give her little brother his present. She had chosen it for him and everyone was amused by her choice.
While George took Poppy up to maternity Alfie went and found Lola and had a coffee with his sister. She was just about bursting to go and see Mae but they wanted Poppy to meet her brother first. She could understand that, Sam had been the first one to meet Billy but now the shoe was on the other foot she was impatient. "How's Poppy?"
"Excited. We spent the whole trip in talking about penises."
"Typical."
"She and Addy do okay?"
"Yep, Addy's only issue was that she had looked after her all day…which was apparently, 'a chore' and one in which she felt that she was now entitled to meet the baby too. She's in a foul mood at home." He was kind of glad he didn't have to deal with it, although talking to Poppy about penises made him almost wish he was at home with the snarky one.
"She does love a baby." Addy had even told her class that she was getting a Mum and a Baby and everyone started congratulating them. They thought it was about their engagement and were confused when people looked at them strangely when they asked about the big day and they told them a month of two. It took a few goes to work out that Addy had told them Quinn was pregnant and they hated breaking her heart. She was devastated and her world caved in.
"Don't we know it."
"So?"
"What?" Alfie got enough of this at home from Addy, he didn't need it from his sister too. "Ummm.. little thing about a wedding first. Quinn doesn't want to be fat in a dress."
"Quinn would look beautiful any way. Way to beautiful for you."
"Thank you. I love you too Charlotte." Alfie mocked her.
Poppy was in love. She peered at her brother in his cot. "Bubba." She cooed. "Wake up Bubba."
"Do you want a cuddle?" George was holding her up so she could see her brother.
"Yes."
"Not until you cuddle me." Mae loved that Poppy was in love with her brother but she wanted to some love from her daughter too.
She scrambled up on the bed and hugged her Mom while Mae smothered her with kisses. "Did you have fun with Addy?"
"Yes, we danced. We eat cookies." Poppy gushed. "Alfie fell down and we tickle him."
"Well that sounds like fun."
"You come home?"
"Soon Poppy, we'll bring your brother home tomorrow." Mae hugged her tightly. "And we love him very much, just like we love you. Do you know his name?"
"Sloth."
"We thought we'd call him Max. Sloth is his little friend." Poppy had chosen a sloth for him, thanks to a day spent at the zoo with Alfie, Addy and Sam. They had got to hold a sloth and that was all she could talk about. When they had taken her to the zoo gift shop to buy something for the baby she had been determined to buy the sloth and hence, Max was the proud owner of a sloth. She had pulled it out of the bag to show him, despite him being sound asleep. "Look, open your eyes, look." Poppy begged him but Max didn't move until his Dad picked him up and then he let out a grunt and stretched his arm out.
Maxwell Adam Ruzek Hollister Burrows didn't know what awaited him. Like Alfie was obsessed with Iris when she was born, Poppy was fascinated by Max. George captured the exact moment when Poppy held him for the first time and bent down and kissed his forehead. "Hi Max." she whispered. "It's me, Poppy."
"He likes you." Mae loved it and George caught her reaction too. It was a perfect photo of Mae watching her two children together, she looked beautifully happy.
He sent the photo to their families and within minutes Lola and Alfie were knocking on the door. He had already spoken to his mother and she was waiting until after Poppy met her brother before she came in to meet her grandson. "Where is our little sloth?" Alfie demanded to know.
"Alfie, it's Max." Poppy announced excitedly, still clutching her brother tightly. She wasn't giving him up for love nor money. When Lola did get her hands on him, Poppy was right there with him. "I love Max."
"Me too. He's just perfect." She smiled at Mae. "Well done Monkey. He's just so precious. I could just take him home and snuggle him forever."
"No Lola, he my baby." Poppy was having none of it and tried to pull him out of her arms. "He mine."
"I know Poppy." Lola patted Poppy's hand. "I'm not going to take him away. He stays with you and Mommy and Daddy. I just love him so much too."
"I told you you'd get clucky. Have you told Riley?" Mae teased her. "Last time I had a baby you ended up with Billy."
"Pfft, don't worry about Riley. He does as he is told." Lola scoffed. "And anyway, you'll soon figure it out, two is enough. Sam has barely recovered from the Emu incident I think he'd lose it if we told him we were having another one."
"That looks good on you." Lola declared when Alfie had a cuddle and they were all surprised when he got a little quiet and emotional. "Hey Alfie, it's okay." She squeezed his hand. "One day."
Alfie had told them once that he hated that he missed seeing Addy as a baby. He missed that first cuddle, her first smile, laugh, steps, words, her first everything. Watching Mae's pregnancy and how much George loved it, feeling their baby moving and squirming inside was a struggle for him some days. He got none of that with Addy and it hurt him. There were three years of her life he would never know; photos and videos just didn't fill that void and there was not one photo of Jedda when she was pregnant.
"Can I bring Addy to meet him tomorrow? She's dark as that I didn't bring her with me now." He really wanted to see Addy with the baby. It's all she wanted. "Quinn's not loving her right now."
"I'd love to see her."
"She's been making things for the baby, so be warned. She's been very busy."
Poppy was looking a little flustered. "Addy love Max? She take him."
"Addy will love Max, she won't take him away, she just wants to give him a cuddle."
"And me?" It was all well and good that she loved Max, but suddenly the awareness that everyone was focussed on the baby and not her bothered the little girl. They saw the first little spike of sibling jealousy.
"And you. You are our favourite Poppy in the whole world." Alfie kissed his niece's nose. "Love you Popstar."
Alfie took Poppy home with him, not that she wanted to go and Daddy was going to come for dinner and stay the night. That appeased her a little. Max was being boring by sleeping so she decided Addy was a better option, especially with the offer of ice-cream. Quinn was surprised to see Poppy with him, she thought she would stay with her Mom and Dad but it was sweet to hear her tell her about her brother. She was so excited despite his eyes being 'closed all the time.'
George had a good long cuddle after everyone left. "You okay Mabel?"
"Yes."
"Tough day Baby."
"It was." He had seen a lot of her tears lately, it had been a tough pregnancy for her, not physically but emotionally. It had been Mae who asked him if they could give the baby Adam as a second name if it was a boy. He would have let her call him Adam if she wanted but Mae didn't want that. "I'm glad he's here."
George climbed on to the bed and settled Max in between them. "You did amazing." He stroked his hand. "Look how perfect he is."
"I was worried for him."
"I was worried about both of you. I didn't mind the abuse."
"I didn't abuse you."
George snorted. "Must have been someone else. Those midwives are wicked." Mae rested her head on his shoulder, she was tired. "A boy huh?"
"Yep, now you have to teach him right. Needs to be raised to be a good man."
"Who loves his Momma."
"Everyone loves his Momma." Max let out a tiny grunt. "I want to take him home. I want to go home." Mae sobbed on his shoulder. "Can you take us home?"
"Just stay tonight Sweetheart. Rest up, it was a big day for you both. I'll go home, spend some time with Poppy and we will both come in tomorrow morning and take you home. Okay?"
Mae was all over the shop. She was okay when George left, she talked to Poppy when he got home and promised to get some rest. Iris had come in just before he left and she was excited to see her and introduce him to his Aunt. Max was sleeping and feeding well so far, he was obviously still recovering from his big day and Mae had a shower while Iris sat with him.
Iris stared at him a little wistfully, she wondered if she'd ever get to feel her own baby in her hands and Mae caught her when she came out. "One day Bug, we'll all be falling in love with your baby." Iris squeezed her eyes shut tightly to stop the tears. As much as she wanted to push away her fears they were bubbling to the surface more often these days. They all knew that Iris and Colton had stopped birth control a while ago and insisted they were just going to see what happened and it was no big deal, but it was. With every passing month it was a big deal.
"I hope so."
"Hey Bug.." Mae hobbled over and held Iris's cheeks in her hands. "..I believe in you. One day, okay?"
George had just sat down with Alfie and a drink once Poppy and Addy were asleep, which had been a feat and a half. They were excited and revved each other up and they could hear them giggling away long after they were supposed to be asleep. He reached for his phone when it beeped, it had been going off all evening now that the word was out about little Max. He ignored most of them but messages from Mae had a different sound so he grabbed it. 'I feel so alone.' Mae messaged him.
He jumped up and called her. "Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay? Is Max okay?"
"Yes. He's sleeping. It's me, I feel alone. I've got nobody anymore."
"Oh Mabel, sweetheart. Do you want me to come in?"
"Yes."
He promised to be there as soon as he could asking Alfie if they minded looking after Poppy. "Is Monkey okay?"
George ran his hands wearily over his face. It had been long and hard day for Mae and he had no right to complain about feeling tired but the stress of the day took its toll on him also. "No, not really. Just feeling a little lost I think."
"Lost?"
"Alone."
"Oh. I know that feeling." Alfie felt a pang in his gut. "She misses Adam. She's missing Mom and Dad and MiMi." It was hard for other's to understand that they could be surrounded by people and still feel so alone.
"I think so. Do you mind?" He pointed upstairs. He had really wanted to be with Poppy tonight, they were conscious of excluding her and making it all about Max. Hopefully he might be able to get back before she woke but right now Mae needed him and he was desperate to see her.
"Not at all. Go see Monkey. Go love my sister."
When he arrived Mae was feeding Max and the room was only lit by a small lamp. The opening door let in a shaft of light and Mae finally let go of the tears she'd been holding in. George said nothing, he knew sometimes words weren't needed. He knew his girl. He stood beside her bed and stroked her hair quietly while she finished feeding Max and then handed him to his Dad. George kissed his cheek and put him in his cot and then climbed onto her bed and cradled her against his chest.
She grabbed handfuls of his shirt and let it all go. "I love you Mabel." He told her. "I've got you."
"You think I don't love Max?"
"No, I know you love Max. Also I know that this is just a fleeting moment, it's been a long day and you've just given birth, you are tired, emotional, happy, sad and relieved and you just miss the people you love the most."
"I have you."
"Yes, yes you do. I'll share you with your ghosts." George always soothed her. It wasn't always easy, at times he struggled with it, he had struggled with the depths of Mae's grief over Adam's death. It had been hard watching her go through it and he was worried about her and the baby at times, but she picked herself up, held on to him and Poppy and they'd made it. Some days it just overwhelmed her and today was one of those days. "I always will."
"I don't deserve you."
"Yes you do." George smiled, she could feel it in his body language. "Any way you are stuck with me, and look at what we've made, two perfect children and I can't wait to see them grow with us."
George stayed until Max had been fed again, he cuddled him for a while as Mae slept and then promised to be back in the morning. Poppy was awake before the sun was up, climbing over him and into bed. If they were at home she would have slept in his bed but she had slept with Addy because that was much more fun. "Daddy, see Max today?"
"Yes you can."
"I sleep with Addy."
"Hmmm, Did you kick her?"
"No. I see Max?" He promised her after breakfast they would call her Mom. "You love Max?"
"I do, very much. Just like I love you, very much."
"To the moon?" Poppy was dangerously cute right now, she looked so much like her Mom, especially her eyes and he touched her nose sweetly with his finger and she'd get away with murder at the moment if she tried. "Alfie loves Addy to moon."
"Well that's pretty far."
"I love Daddy to moon."
"Well that's good then. I am not sure that's far enough for me." George enjoyed the cuddle. "I am a bit sad though. I was hoping I had a cute little sleeping buddy last night. I missed Mommy."
"Sorry Daddy."
"It's okay Pop, morning cuddles are my favourite." She giggled as her Daddy snuggled into her. He was lucky guy.
