Grandchildren, I decided, should be available on the NHS. ‘How’s my little man, then?’ I asked him. ‘As gorgeous as ever? You want a coffee, love?’ I asked Riley. ‘Sophia’s still upstairs getting ready, so we’ve got time.’ Riley nodded, and went to flick the switch on the kettle. She then nodded towards the hallway. ‘How’s it going?’ she whispered. ‘What’s she like?’ I raised my eyebrows a touch. ‘You’ll see!’ I whispered. As if on cue, Sophia clattered down the stairs, and came into the kitchen smiling, but looking (well, as far as I could tell on our few days’ acquaintance) uncharacteristically shy around Riley. Which was interesting. Riley had a big, big personality, but she definitely wasn’t the intimidating type. Not unless she needed to be, anyway. In fact, where my and Mike’s fostering was concerned, she was a godsend. She really cared about what we were doing, and wanted to help wherever she could. In fact, she was already talking about doing fostering herself, once Levi was a little bit older.
