‘I couldn’t just hand you the clean nappy, could I?’ Nikos asked hopefully.
‘Nope,’ said his wife sternly.
Her husband dropped a resigned kiss on her forehead. ‘It’s a price I’ll pay willingly for a happy marriage,’ he told her.
Mel reached up to him with her mouth. ‘Correction,’ she told him. ‘For the happiest marriage in the world.’
She took a wad of cotton wool, holding it at the ready for Nikos, talcum powder in her other hand.
Nikos grinned. ‘Right, as always,’ he agreed.
Then, with a squaring of his shoulders, he got to work to prove to the woman he loved just how much he loved her...
And beneath their joint ministrations the child who had brought them back together gazed cherubically up at the two people who loved only him more than they loved each other.