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“Mama? Are you awake?”
The little voice, while aiming to be quiet, is very much not, in that childish attempt at a whisper. Small feet pad across the carpet as the four year old boy hauls himself up onto the bed beside his mother. Daddy is away for work, so there’s plenty of space in the bed, but that doesn’t stop Mickey from snuggling close. It’s not quite breakfast time yet, which means there’s time for cuddles.
Mickey giggled, wriggling a little so he could wrap his arms around her middle as best he could, hugging her tight. Arguably, Mickey was most definitely a mummy’s boy, but he adored his daddy too and was always happiest when both of them were at home, “I’m gonna give him the biggest hug ever! Like this big!” he crowed, holding his arms out as wide as he could manage.
