After helping Mathew with his bath, I wrapped him in a warm towel, showering him with kisses as I dried him off. “Time for bed, sweetheart,” I murmured, holding him close as I carried him to our bedroom.
I didn’t want to share a different room from my son.
Mathew’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he nestled into my arms. “Can I have a story, Mumma?”
A smile tugged at my lips as I nodded. “Of course, my darling,” I replied, my heart swelling with love for my son. “But first, let’s get you into your pajamas.”
As I helped Mathew into his favorite pajamas, I couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly he was growing. With a pang of bittersweet nostalgia.
After tucking Mathew into bed, I settled down beside him, pulling his favorite storybook from the shelf. “Once upon a time,” I began, my vo
