Sofia POV

"You're going to drop her if you keep spinning like that, Jack Monroe," I said, leaning against the doorframe of the sunlit living room.

Jack Monroe didn’t even look up, his eyes fixed on our daughter, Mia. He had her cradled happily against his chest, spinning her in a tight circle as she giggled with glee. “She’s a Monroe, Sofia. She has more balance than the two of us put together. Don’t you, Bunny?”

I walked towards him, with tread softened by the fact that it was sinking into the rich cream carpeting under my feet. "Balance or not, she’s just a year old," I went on. "You’ve...