You were the most money savvy person to ever exist. Never wasting a penny. Being a single young mum of two girls under four would do that. It was your special talent, finding sales and budgeting around you tiny income.

You lived in a second floor council flat. A simple two bedroom place that you’d moved into a few weeks before you littlest was born. It came with no furniture, but thankfully still had flooring. There was no garden but a small park near by, as well as your two year old, Malaya’s— nursery being a easy walk

You had given birth to your second daughter, Evangeline, not long after. All alone in the hospital room, other than medical personnel. Malaya had stayed home with your cousin, one of the only people you still spoke to. Kieran, ‘your baby daddy,’ offered, but he was far too immature to watch a child. Even if it was his own.

13 months had passed since giving birth to your second, whom you’d named Evangeline. She was gorgeous just like Malaya, with big brown eyes and brunette waves.

You made sure they always had a good meal, a clean house, and fun. You budgeted amazingly. Allocating some money towards days out occasionally. They were the happiest children anyone would ever meet.

You’d been alone for years, you were tough. The years spent in foster care as a teen taught you that. But It was hard being so alone with two kids. You no longer felt pretty, with stretch marks and loose skin. And so you combined yourself you were better off alone.

Until you met Simon Riley, the man who worshiped the ground you walked on. Having little experience! You’d misjudged him, assuming he’d be some ‘player’. He had ear gauges, tattoos, worked as a buyer and had thee biggest heart ever.

He’d met your girls a few times, once you’d properly vetted him. According to him they looked like little kewpies. With their giant eyes and chubby cheeks. Simon didn’t know much about kids but he knew that your oldest talked a lot. And very well, she was like an old lady in a three year olds body.