The Glory Of Love - Timmy Matley

Chapter 4

I was having such a good dream when I was suddenly woken by crying coming through the baby monitor. I moaned and rolled over to look at the time. 2.06. Well. She'd done well to make it this far. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, I was about to force myself out of bed when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. "It's fine babe. I'll get it." Timmy whispered, before kissing me on my cheek and crawling down to the bottom of the bed and getting off, then wandering out of the room. I laid back down and smiled to myself. It was so good to have him back. But a total shame that I'd only have him with me until the early afternoon. I must have fallen back to sleep within minutes, because the next time I opened my eyes, the sun was shining through the half opened curtains, and I could hear the faint sound of birds chirping away outside. I picked up the clock from the side of the bed. 8.59. What?! This is the latest that I've woken up since we first started looking after Olly all those years ago. I rolled onto my side to find out that I was alone in bed, and after hearing kids arguing in the hall I decided that I should probably go and see what was going on. The bedroom door flew open as I pulled down the covers and a little screaming dinosaur came running in before jumping on the bed. "Mummy!!! Oliver won't let me give you your drink!" Arkin moaned as he came and cuddled up next to me. I pulled down the hood of his dinosaur onesie so that I could see him better. "What are you on about? I don't have a drink yet. I've only just woken up!" I chucked, ruffling up his hair.

"Daddy said..." He started before being cut off by his half brother slowly walking into the room with his tongue stuck out, carefully concentrating on what he was carrying.

"Here you go [YN], this is for you!" He said, placing a cup of tea on the bedside table and then running back off out of the room. I'd only just taken everything in when a half naked Timmy, who still had bed hair, walked into the room, carrying a tray.

"Morning babe, I thought you deserved this!" He said, passing me my breakfast and pecking my lips.

"Oh Tim you shouldn't have!" I chuckled as I looked down at the plate. He'd cooked me a full English, but arranged everything so that it looked like a happy face.

*An hour later*

After eating and getting ready for the day I made the bed and ventured downstairs, plonking my dishes into a full sink, then going to join my favourite people in the living room.

"So, what do you normally get up to on a Saturday morning without me?" Timmy asked me, as the boys were engrossed watching Spongebob, and Teagan was sat on her dad's lap, chewing on a toy kangaroo that Lachie had given her.

"Well, the last few weeks we've been going to the park for a bit, and then I've taken them into town to get any shopping that we need" I replied.

"I guess the park won't be happening today then" Timmy said, turning around to look out of the window to see rain pouring down it. I turned to look as well.

"Don't be silly!" I exclaimed. "As long as they've got decent clothes on. And we come straight back home after to get cleaned up. They'll be fine! A bit of rain never hurt anyone!"

It wasn't too long before the boys both had some old jeans on that were tucked into their Wellington boots, and their big waterproof coats were zipped up. Teagan was nice and warm in her pushchair, hidden away under its cover. I had my warm waterproof jacket on. But Timmy being the fool that he is, had managed to leave his only waterproof on the tour bus, so he just had his big coat on, and was using a pink umbrella that we'd dug out from the cupboard under the stairs. He insisted on using the first umbrella that we found. Because he wanted to go out, but he didn't want to ruin his 'fabulous quiff'. While I finished off getting the pram ready, Tim had taken the boys to sit on the sofa, so he could get a selfie with them. I watched, smiling to myself as I saw three matching grins looking at the camera. He'd just shoved his phone back into his pocket, and was walking over to join me, when there was shouting outside and a series of loud banging on the door.