Jill walked out of the back door into the garden with Jonathon on her hip. She walked around the edge of the garden on the path and then onto the grass over to where Gordon was sat. The female sat opposite her husband, the table in between them, with a happy Jonathon on her knee. The male sat in the shade of a tree, in his arms was their youngest child who was sleeping soundly against his father's chest.
'Hello J' spoke Gordon as Jonathon familiarised himself with his surroundings 'Did you have a good sleep?'
'Dada!' he squealed.
'Shhh' requested Jill 'Baby Jack's sleeping'
'Jack!' replied her first born
'Yes Jack' his mother repeated. Jonathon excitedly clapped his hands in his mums face and then proceeded to wrap his arms around her neck, whilst standing on her lap. Jill wrapped her arms around his back and held him steady, kissing his neck.
'Does Jonathon give the best hugs?' she asked to which the young boy laughed and held on even tighter
'Noo, daddy gives the best hugs!' argued Gordon jokingly
'No, I do!' in his young childlike voice, still unable to pronounce his name properly.
'Does Jonathon give lots of hugs?' questioned Jill
The boy got excited and squealed loudly shouting 'YES, YES, YES!'
'I see J's refilled his seemingly never ending supply of energy' noted his father to Jill. Her response was to simply raise her eyebrows and smile.
'Anyway, what time have you got to pick Tom and Katie up?' the female changed the subject
Looking at his watch Gordon's response was simple 'Six...mum's collecting them from school and they'll have tea at hers.' Glimpsing at his smiling toddler quickly, he added 'Is Jonathon looking forward to seeing grandma?'
'GRANDMAAAAA' he shrieked with his arms stretching into the air
'That'll be a yes then' laughed his mother. The noise that the toddler had created caused his baby brother to wake. The tiny infant made small cried as he stretched within the safety of his father's arms.
'Somebody's a hungry boy' judged the male. Jill lifted Jonathon off her lap and placed him on the grass. He quickly gained his balance and scrambled off to play with a football that lay in the middle of the well kempt garden. The female stood up and walked to her husband's side, who gently passed the crying baby Ormerod to her. Jill walked off along the path into the rear of the house to feed Jack, soothingly to him.
'Right J shall we play with the football?' suggested the male Doctor as he made his way over to his son. 'Kick the ball to daddy then!' With his small feet Jonathon clumsily walloped the ball as hard as he could to his dad's feet.
'That's it' encouraged his dad 'Well done! Great aim as well' Master Ormerod's eyes lit up as he was praised. From inside the living room where Jill sat feeding the youngest addition to the family, her son's laughter and her husband's proud voice could be heard.