you had to work a late shift, you had texted your boyfriend to look after your baby from a previous relationship. which wasn’t a problem, as he had met the baby before.

once your shift had finished up, it was late. You walked into your home, hanging up your rain soaked jacket, as you put your boots onto the shoe rack, before you hear your baby cry. But before you could check, Phillip was rushing up the stairs

”darlin’, welcome home! Don’t you worry, I’ll get the little one all calm”