standie merrick

When she comes back from Portugal, Vic is visited by Moira and one thing leads to another...

The baby coos from her place in front of him on the bed, her legs scrunching up towards her tummy as she blinks her half lidded eyes up at him, and he smiles down at her reflexively, mug of warm tea held halfway to his mouth. He could put her in the plastic cot to his left, but he can’t bring himself to, still can’t quite believe that she is real and she exists, can’t get enough of looking at her tiny fingers and wispy waves of blonde hair. She looks a bit like him he thinks, her nose and the shape of her mouth and face, but her eyes and the slight curl that has begun to form in her thin hair is all Aaron, recognises those features from watching her brother grow. Her brother – Jacob – his little boy is now a big brother.