Dinner is in the oven, and it’s then I realise how good it feels to be home.
The front door bangs open.
“Brelly!” Sammy squeals as he sprints into the kitchen and throws himself at me.
“Hello, baby.” I kiss his forehead. “Oh, I missed you.” I smile as I squeeze him in my arms.
Tillie comes sprinting into the kitchen and jumps up on my legs. Then Will appears, and I wrap my free arm around her.
“Hello, my pumpkin.” I kiss her forehead.
Julian soon follows behind them and he finds me with a child under each arm and a dog jumping up my legs. “I didn’t get this reception,” he mutters dryly, throwing his keys onto the bench.
I giggle as I stare into his eyes.
“I’ve got so much to tell you, Brell,” Willow says, her voice filled with excitement.
“You do?” I smile.
She holds her hands ou
