Abi felt that pang as she saw Charlie reach out for Hemingway and the beam of happiness on Charlie's adorable face. She had those moments of wanting a baby that was half her and half Hemingway but she knew in her head that it had to wait until their lives were more stable. Still, she was young and they had nothing but time together to try for a baby to complete their family. It was just her hormones.
"Mamaaaa...." Charlie pointed out at the paper, "Papa.... Charlie..." he read, "Play now?"
"Hmm?" she replied, "We can play anything you like, Charlie. What do you want to play?"
"Uhmmmmm...." he said, trying to think, "What Papa want play?"