‘Oh, how wonderful!’ exclaimed Jasmine, looking at Robin.
‘Thanks, guys,’ he said with a wide smile.
‘Let’s put them up,’ suggested Jasmine’s dad.
Once Jasmine and her mum were left alone, Sue broached the question which she’d been keen to ask.
‘So, you’ll be packing in work, won’t you, Jasmine?’ She’d been concerned at how tired her daughter appeared.
‘For the time being,’ she conceded. After a few sleepless nights and hectic days, the last thing on Jasmine’s mind was graphic design at the moment. Although she did have a few creative ideas drifting through, mainly pictures for the nursery.
‘Good.’ Her mum nodded, thankful that Jasmine wasn’t attempting to push herself. ‘And when will Robin go back to work?’
‘Not for a couple of weeks. Then I’m going to have to learn to cope on my own.’ Immediately she regretted saying those words, as they prompted her mum’s next question.
‘I can always stay and help?’
‘No, it’s OK, Mum. Really, I’m sure it’ll be fine,’ Jasmine hastily assured. After a few minutes they were interrupted by Robin and her dad.
‘All set up,’ he said, rubbing his hands together.
‘I think it’s time for their feed,’ Robin announced, seeing the babies getting restless.
‘It is,’ agreed Jasmine, getting up to warm the baby bottles in the kitchen.
‘We better get going, love,’ said Jasmine’s dad.
‘Oh, but—’
‘No, Sue, we need to leave them in peace,’ he gently insisted, much to Robin’s relief.
‘We’ll be back soon,’ promised Jasmine’s mum with a smile.
