guis I’ve been so productive writing this something’s clearly wrong :’D
Chpt 1, Chpt 2
The day goes well for James. By three o’clock he’s collected his rambunctious son from nursery, all smiles and winks for the eternally unimpressed Mr Lauda watching the collection of children from the gate, and has Freddy bundled in the car and home by four.
After games, a bit of telly, and a session of food art on the table – which was James’ misguided hopes that Freddie would keep his spaghetti on the plate – he’s about to put his toddler to bed when, with a single sentence, he realises his day had apparently gone far too smoothly for some Higher Power’s liking.
“Daddy, where’s Hesky?” James stops in his tracks and looks at Freddie who’s stood in the doorway, his tiny forehead creased with confusion. A lost Hesky was definitely not a good sign.
“When did you last have him, champ?”
“I-I don’t know, can’t find him, what if-”
James rushes to hush the quickly despairing child.
“Hey hey, it’s ok we’ll find Hesky, we just have to have a look for him, let’s do that now shall we?” James smiles hopefully, jiggling Freddie’s little hands playfully in his own until he coaxes a smile. The child nods his head with a sniff and together they begin their search.
But Hesky was nowhere to be found.