Lilah walked into the lounge dressed ready to go, looking gorgeous in a pair of skinny jeans, a black lacy vest top. And a pair of her new chunky boots on. Her long blond hair in their loose waves down her back. Wow the moon goddess had done me good….. I just wish she hadn’t taken so long… As
We had sorted the boxes out and got rid of them. Organised all the art supplies so our lounge was back to normal now but now with the addition of an art area where Lilah could sit. I could tell from her face how happy she was with it. Something else I wanted to do was put up those pictures s
“They plan to have his funeral next week Lilah, it is up to you if you want to be there or not. I’m sure given the circumstances people would understand” her Dad says. “I will be there. Indie will too. She already told me she would when I messaged her. We are going to say goodbye to the Logan
“Everything is good. Your daughter is officially my mate now sir.” I tell him. Lilah drops her head to her hands in embarrassment. I just grin at her. “Good good. She can drive you crazy now instead” he jokes. “No doubt…..” I laugh. “Oi!” Lilah pokes me “I’m not that bad. Bu
Bang bang bang! I jump, wondering where I am. I realise I am still sat on Knox’s knee on the recliner….. we must have fallen asleep. I was all cosy on his knee…. In his arms…. I look to him in panic. “It’s ok sweet, it will be Mum and Dad” I feel my heart racing now, in even more of a pa
“You have been through so much sweetheart. I know you must be scared to have shared it, but know we understand….” Knox’s Mum, Ava reached for my hand to squeeze it. Had he linked her? Told her I was worried? “Th…th..thank you” I whisper. “No Lilah we mean it” Jacob speaks up “I know K
We had sat all afternoon chatting with my parents, as I expected they seemed to love Lilah, chatting plenty with her, laughing and joking with us. Seeing Lilah relax and chat with them made me feel a warmth in my heart I didn’t know was possible. This was where I was meant to be…. This is where she
I pass her a glass of red wine, I stand alongside her this time with my own glass. “Mmm this is nice, thank you!” She says. “This was a treat from Mum and Dad, but I shall make a note you like it. Are you happy Lilah?” I can’t help but ask. “That’s a strange thing to ask. Aren’t