Emma’s POV
“Good morning, sweetie,” my mum greeted me as she slowly opened my bedroom door.
“Morning, mum,” I smiled, softly. “Come in,” I said, gesturing for her to come over to the bed.
“You look well. At least you look better than your father described last night,” she said as she laid next to me on the bed.
“He told you I looked like s**t, huh?” I laughed. “I’m not shocked. I know I did,” I shrugged my shoulders. “But yeah, I’m feeling much better this morning”.
“That’s good. No work today?”
“There is, but I just called in sick. I needed the day off,” I said.
“I completely understand”.
“Mhm. Where’s dad? Gone to work?” I asked.
“Yeah. He left earlier today because he had somewhere to be before going into the office, so you were most likely still asleep at that time”.
