The Heartbreak Factor - Part Four

Chapter Sixty-Six.

Letting out a soft yawn, Katy rubbed her eyes as she sat up in her travel cot to see George and I grinning at her from our bed in the hotel room. Katy continued to look around the hotel room before the look of realisation hit her face. I couldn’t help but smile as she looked back at George and I with a huge grin plastered across her face. 

“Birthday!” she beamed. 

“Happy birthday to you,” George and I both began to sing as we climbed out of bed and walked across to the travel cot. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to Katy. Happy birthday to you.”

As I picked Katy up and held her to my chest, struggling for a few moments as she was getting seriously heavy to hold - especially when I was carrying an additional two little people as well, George grabbed the bag of presents that we had been hiding for the past few days in the mini-fridge. We had obviously turned the mini-fridge off before stashing the presents in there. It was literally the only place that Katy hadn’t explored yet - luckily. 

“How old are you now? I asked as I sat down on the sofa with her. 

“Two!” she grinned, holding up three fingers for George and I to see. 

“Well done,” George smiled, sitting beside us. 

“Well, it could do with a little work..” I laughed, pushing one of her fingers down so she was holding up the correct amount. 

“She’s two years old, Sammy. She isn’t going to be an Albert Einstein-ette yet,” George joked. “We’ll get there one day though.”

“So, Katy, which present are you going to open first?” I asked as George sprawled all the neatly wrapped presents on the floor space in front of the sofa - the presents that needed their own individual suitcase to get them here in. 

Obviously, Katy pointed at the biggest present there was. As soon as George picked up the box in the pink wrapping paper up, Katy grabbed hold of one of the corners and ripped the neatly wrapped paper straight off. 

“Oh, wow, Katy!” I beamed. “Look at that.”

From George’s mum, Katy had got a Princess Castle play tent. As Katy looked at the box in amazement, I couldn’t help but be envious. I would have done anything to have one when I was growing up. I had to make do with old recycling boxes cut up and glued together that granddad had managed to salvage from the neighbours before they moved to Manchester. 

“Next gift is from Grandpa Shelley,” George smiled as he picked up another gift from the pile and placed it on Katy’s lap for her to demolish. 

“What are you going to say to Nanny when we get home?” I asked. 

“Thank-you,” Katy beamed as she looked up at me. 

Before I had chance to say ‘well done’, Katy had already resumed to unwrapping the presents like a destructive tornado. 

“Wow, Grandpa Shelley really went to town with the personalised gifts,” George joked as Katy held up the personalised dressing gown that had ‘Katy’ written on the back and personalised Princess story book that had ‘For Katy’ written on the front of it for George and I to see. 

I grinned as I flicked through the story book in amazement. It was a story written for Katy. 

“Once upon a time there lived a beautiful princess named Katy,” I began to read as Katy looked at all the pictures. “One day, Princess Katy decided she wanted to marry a Prince but he must be a true Prince so she set off on a journey to the far away kingdom to find her Prince Charming. On the way to the kingdom, Princess Katy met a little mouse named Lucky. As Lucky was wanting to go to the kingdom in search of his Mouse Charming too, Lucky joined the Princess on her travels.”