Believe me, my mum won’t welcome the news of a second grandchild! Not yet anyway.’ Becky could barely believe she had said that aloud. And was ashamed to admit she’d harboured these thoughts about her own mother for longer than she cared to remember.
Of course she loved her mother dearly, but the truth was that, since Becky had announced her first pregnancy with Joey, their mother-daughter relationship had been more than strained. And yet Becky knew, from the minute he was born, just under a year ago, her baby couldn’t have asked for a more doting grandmother.
‘You’re being too harsh on her. She adores Joey and she’ll adore the next one,’ Sam said, trying to nappy change the wriggling, chuckling baby on his knee.
‘So much easier to use the changing mat,’ Becky replied, her brow furrowed, as she watched father and son’s playful battle with the process of nappy-change time. ‘You know very well, it’s me she has the problem with, not Joey. I can hear her now... “Oh, Becky, another baby, so soon
