“Blue, brown or green eyes? What do you think.”
“We’ll know soon enough, Elise.”
I’m so excited, and scared. Our lives are about to change.
“I’d like a boy.” Dermot muses.
“We’ll love it whatever it is,” I sprout the age old cliché.
Delivery day arrives. Our nerves are taut as violins’ strings.
Dermot got his wish. Our boy’s adorable. I’m already beguiled by deep brown eyes.
We fasten him into the back seat of the car ready for home.
Toby drools Labrador rescue kisses as the Battersea Dogs’ Home disappears into the distance.
“We’ll know soon enough, Elise.”
I’m so excited, and scared. Our lives are about to change.
“I’d like a boy.” Dermot muses.
“We’ll love it whatever it is,” I sprout the age old cliché.
Delivery day arrives. Our nerves are taut as violins’ strings.
Dermot got his wish. Our boy’s adorable. I’m already beguiled by deep brown eyes.
We fasten him into the back seat of the car ready for home.
Toby drools Labrador rescue kisses as the Battersea Dogs’ Home disappears into the distance.
