Keep fighting baby Our Roman solder!
Folding a sleepsuit, I popped it on top of the pile of tiny clothes next to the new pushchair.
‘I think we’ve got everything we need,’ I smiled to my boyfriend Dean, then 28.
It was late 2014 and we were expecting a little boy in a few months.
Dean and I met back in 2012 while both working at the same restaurant.
After moving in together in early 2014, we decided that having a baby was the next step.
‘It’ll happen when it happens,’ we agreed.
