“working with a baby will be extremely hard,” they said. it doesn’t seem so hard to you and your husband, though.

will and you were in your shared office/study in your house, working on some things for your band while your one-year-old was entertaining himself with his favourite toy; a small, old synthesiser that was somehow still working, despite the fact that your toddler liked slamming the keys and pressing all the buttons all the time.

the open door of your office gave you a clear view of your son so you could keep an eye on him from the study. as long as you heard the synthesiser sounds, you knew he wasn’t causing trouble.

as you were writing an email to a venue, you realised that the “music” has stopped, and you heard your toddler shuffling around, until you heard a quiet pit-patter of quick, light footsteps coming towards your study.

when you turned to look, you saw your son standing in the doorway, looking up at his parents with a look of wonder on his face, before he caught your gaze and a wide smile spread across his face.