She caught Aiden’s anxious gaze as she descended the staircase into the lounge. “Is the sickness bad already?” he asked. “Yeah,” Isla sighed, rolling her eyes slightly. “I’m sorry, honey, I remember how much you suffered with Meegan.” “Meegan!” Their little girl had been happily playing with her dolls but as soon as she heard her own name her little head popped up and her eyes sparkled excitedly. “Yes, I said Meegan,” Aiden smiled fondly at her as she began toddling over to him. It took her a few attempts but she finally reached him and embraced his legs as he sat on the sofa. “Meegan!” she cried her own name delightedly. “That’s you,” Aiden reached down and helped her up onto his lap where she immediately settled herself with her head resting upon his chest. Contentedly she placed her thumb in her mouth. “I wish she wouldn’t do that,” Isla noted as she sat down beside them. “If she keeps it up it will make her buck-toothed!” “She’s too young for it to cause any damage.”
