Josh had a wide smile on his face as he sat on the tall chair by the shiny island in the kitchen, swinging his legs back and forth, watching his parents rummage through the fridge and cupboards for something they could all eat.
His chest felt warm as he watched Abigail and Jamal, his beautiful mummy and handsome daddy, together.
Jamal took out a crate of eggs and held it up high like it was gold.
Josh clapped his small hands. "Eggs, eggs, eggs!"
Abigail laughed and pulled bread from the fridge. "We can make toast."
Josh sat up straighter, hugging his arms around himself. His heart felt big. His dad and his mommy looked like a team. His eyes followed Jamal as he cracked eggs into a bowl.
"Do you want to stir?" Jamal asked, watching him.
Josh nodded fast, his curls bouncing. Jamal brought the bowl over, and Josh held the spoon with two hands. Jamal's hand rested lightly over his, showing him how to stir it.
"You're so smart," Jamal said, his voice proud.
