Ellie had just wrapped up a sketch of you before making her way up to JJ’s nursery.

The sun was setting, casting a beautiful orange and pink aura to the sky.

She leaned up against the wooden doorframe, arms crossed, looking at you with a smile.

You were sitting in a beanbag chair, JJ in your lap, reading him a picture book.

“You getting him ready for bed?” She asked, making her way over to you, kneeling beside you, tracing shapes across JJ’s cheeks.