Six months.
Somehow…
Our little boy was already six months old.
I still remembered the first time I held him as though it had happened yesterday.
His tiny fingers.
His sleepy little face.
The first cry that had made my entire world stop.
Now those same little hands reached for my face every morning.
Those little fingers tugged at my hair.
Those tiny feet kicked excitedly whenever he recognised my voice.
Time had become the fastest thing I had ever known.
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His name was Lucas Alexander Gray.
Lucas.
Alexander.
Named after Adrian’s father.
I remembered the naming ceremony with a smile.
It had been elegant, intimate and filled with love.
Both our families had gathered together.
My parents.
Jamie’s ridiculous jokes.
Everyone wanted to hold him.
Everyone wanted just one pho
