You were sprawled out on the bed you shared with your husband, Simon. The couple of months old baby was, rather stubbornly, trying to crawl across the squishy mattress to get to their father.

He was watching the baby intently, a hidden smile in his eyes every time the little thing flopped back into the covers.

“Come on, little soldier. You can make it.” He coaxed, giving a soft pat to the mattress. A few more attempts, and the child managed to make it way over, now sitting contently.