Sunday 5.39 pmAnita: You know, unless I’m actually looking at her or touching her, I can&rsquo

Sunday 5.39 pm

Anita: You know, unless I’m actually looking at her or touching her, I can’t believe she’s real. Do you know what I mean? How did she get here? How did she actually come to exist?

Joël:Well, when a Mummy and a Daddy love each other very, very much-

Anita: Darling, please don’t make fun of me! I’m too emotional at the moment to handle it!

Joël: Okay, I’m sorry. Yeah, I totally know what you mean. I’m still trying to process it too. The fact I have a daughter. It’s….it’s mind-blowing. It still hasn’t sunk in.

Anita gives him a tremulous smile then turns back to baby Alice. Alice stares placidly at the ceiling. Anita coos and waves.

Anita: Hello beautiful Alice! Hello gorgeous baby girl!

Brutus is making soft whimpering noises. Joël forces himself to climb up from the rocking chair and yawns and stretches. He hasn’t gotten out of his pyjamas all day. Poor Brutus hasn’t been taken for a walk. He supposes he ought to have a shower at some point and discuss dinner with Anita. It feels strange to be thinking about such mundane things after the miraculous arrival of his daughter. His daughter. His daughter! What the actual….he has a DAUGHTER!!!