Copyright Stevie Turner 2019
I grab my watch from the bedside table, and my phone is still there from the night before. There’s a message from Mike on the screen that was sent an hour ago:
‘It’s my round today. Your tea’s getting cold.’
I call his number and he answers straight away.
“I had to eat your scone!”
“Sorry you wasted your money.” I try not to sound breathless. “Come round here when you’re ready. You won’t believe what you see.”
“I’m on my way.”
I run into the lounge where Kieran sits quietly in his wheelchair sipping tea from his trainer cup.
“This is for babies!”
I feel like pinching myself.
“I know, darling.” I grin at my son…
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