One of the images in my head, a picture postcard of the Harry Potter kind, of how things will be...
The baby is happily gurgling away in her I-chair, and I, looking perfectly pretty and every inch the relaxed domestic goddess, am at the cooker rustling up a delicious supper. Hotel Costes or K&D playing saucily in the background.
In walks RD; he kisses his daughter, then wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my neck.
Happy families.
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