LILY
Life had definitely taken a turn for the better, I thought as I cuddled in bed with my baby. It was morning now, and Ev had woken up feeling a lot better: sure, he was still a little pale and not the usual, bubbly toddler I knew, but at least he wasn’t lethargic or screaming in pain.
“Very good,” I complimented him as he finished his puzzle, successfully putting the wooden star in the right place.
A slow, squeaking sound followed the opening of the door, and seconds later, Connor walked in, a tray full of breakfast in his hands.
“Sorry I’m late!” he smiled. “There was an ungodly queue at the cafeteria and just one barista”.
Ev welcomed him with the biggest grin he could muster, being sick and all – and I with a kiss.
I didn’t think I could ever go back to that kind of activi
