BUMP IN THE NIGHT

Finding another slot for the puzzle piece, the smell of freshly baked cakes wafted into the living room.

That could only mean one thing – spending time at Grandad’s house.

Despite my mum Louise, 43, and dad Stuart, 41, splitting up when me and my sister Toni, now 21, were small, we would regularly spend time at my dad’s parent’s house.

Visiting at least twice a week, we were just around the corner from them.

And it was always great fun.

With my nan and grandad, Paul, taking us shopping, treating us with plenty of sweet treats, and loving us even more, staying with them both felt like a real dream.

At roughly age eight, with Toni two years behind me at just six, we both felt so lucky.

Grandad’s warm heart instantly made me feel safe, and I felt like I could talk to him about anything.

With me and Toni rubbing our eyes, after our usual evening of fun, the night had quickly drawn in, which meant it was time for bed.

‘Let’s get you both tucked up,’ Grandad said, taking us up to the den with the huge comfy double bed.

Giving us a big peck on the lips, I had quickly fallen asleep.

Tossing and turning, stirring in the middle of the night, I could tell that