The kids were driving me mad. Fighting. Yelling. Throwing. The potatoes boiled in the pan. Steam rose in my face. Another scream. My rage grew. ‘Will you…’
And then in he walked. A swagger really. A smile that quelled my rage. The dishes had piled up as high as the Mega Bloks towers in the lounge. The flat was stuffy, musty. It looked like I hadn’t done anything all day. But the look on his face said otherwise.
He made my insides dance. Like each organ was doing their own jig. Warmth spread through me like butter melting on a hot day.
He cradled the kids. He enveloped me in his brawny arms, a captain taking a firm but tender grasp of his ship. He steered me back to sanity, kissed my belly, and whispered to it, ‘you’ve got the best mummy’.