As I walked in, Tony handed me a cup of tea. “I expect you need this after an eight-hour drive.”
Gratefully, I grasped the handle, took a sip, and looked around. “Where is he?”
Tony smiled. “Upstairs. Come on.”
I followed him up to a bedroom and stared at the crib as Tony smiled at me. “There he is, Mum, your first grandchild.”