I held him at my neck and strode gently across the driveway. His small breath tickled my skin. I didn’t want him to wake, but longed for him to know. ‘We might never have a lot of money,’ I confessed in a whisper, as we continued towards the house. ‘You might not have the coolest toys, or a house that friends talk about…’ We ascended the front steps, his infant body a dead weight in my arms. Deep sleep. Complete…
It was our first time alone together since baby Sasha was born. My mum was looking after him, so Irina and I had the morning to do whatever. We popped into the supermarket to get snacks, and wandered aimlessly among the isles, looking at things, chatting, messing around. We were on holiday. When eventually we made it to the car, it felt as though I were being awoken from a dream. ‘It took 3 quarters of an hour to buy…