Arthur burped and hiccupped, then gurgled merrily.

Linda Welch looked at her grandson and smiled. This little bag of sugar is the best thing to come out of all this mess. At least we are now back together: me, my daughter, my granddaughter.

Welch looked up. There in the newly decorated sitting room on the first floor at The Bargeman sat her daughter and her daughter’s wife.  

‘It’s good to have you three here, it really is’.

‘Thanks, Mum. It’s good to be here’.

Jaycee put a hand on her wife’s thigh and squeezed gently.

‘And what do you think, Abbey?’

‘I want what Jaycee wants. I want what is best for her, and for Arthur. I’ll do whatever you want, Linda&...

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