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realising he had been
spending more and more time thinking about Willow.  The way his body was
responding right now, she was obviously more than a fleeting thought.
    Anne
interrupted his thoughts with a shout up the stairs.  “Get up Tom!  Ria has
just arrived!”
    ~~~~
    Johnny burst
through the front door, running as fast as his five year old legs could carry
him.  He jumped straight into Evan’s open arms and was swung in the air by his
grandfather.  His young laughter filled the crowded room.  
    “Faster,
Taid!” he squealed in pure delight.
    While
pulling her coat off and carefully hanging it up, Ria looked towards her father
and son.  She attempted to put a stern face on, but was secretly smiling
inside, “Dad, you’ll have his breakfast up all over his Sunday school clothes.”
 
    Her Dad
looked towards her, a huge smile on his face, it was so obvious he loved being
a grandfather.   They had chosen to call her parents Taid and Nain, the North
Wales words for grandparents.  Ria had been a little unsure at first as she
remembered getting frustrated in primary school when her teachers didn’t know
how to spell Taid and Nain; they always wrote tide and nine. Ria knew they had
spelt them incorrectly, they just sounded the same.  Frustrated with her
teachers she would say I want the Welsh for Grandfather and Grandmother, butthey used to give her the South Wales versions, Tad-cu and Mam-cu.   Now
as an adult and being proud of her Celtic heritage, Ria had decided she did
want to use Welsh names, so they would have to deal with any problems, if they
came up.  They had chosen the South Wales versions for Morgan’s parents.  The
children had no trouble at the moment, Johnny being really cute when he shouted Tadkeeeyyy and Mamkeeeyy to get Morgan’s parents attention. 
    Ria turned
as the door opened and Morgan walked in.  He was a while behind Ria, having
emptied the car of everything they needed.  Rose, his daughter, was balancing in
the crook of his left arm.  Her red curly hair was already coming loose from
the pony tail she had struggled to keep still for.  “Kiss for Nain and Taid,
kiss for Nain and Taid.”  Her little podgy arms sought out her grandmother,
leaning away from her Morgan, who was having difficulty holding her. 
    “Hey, wait a
minute darling, you will fall before Nain can catch you!”  Morgan adjusted the
hold on his wiggling daughter and passed her over to Megan. 
    Meg started
showering kisses over Rose’s face, her squeals of delight mixing with her
brother, who was still being swung around by Evan.  Meg loved being a
grandmother, her children had grown up and she missed having young ones
around.  The noise, the arguments, the laughter and even the mess was something
she missed greatly; life seemed to have gone so fast.   While she still had
four of her children at home, they were all pretty much independent of her.  She
sat down on the chair and started to bop Rose up and down singing Horsey,
Horsey don’t you stop.
    A knock on
the door was followed by Doris’s head peeping around it.  Doris was a neighbour
and good friend of Megan.  Doris’s husband had died in a mining accident years
before and, as she didn’t have children, she treated Ria’s like her own
grandchildren.  “Is there anyone in here that likes chocolate?”
    Rose rapidly
lost interest in the bouncing game, chocolate seeming the better option, as she
scrabbled out of Megan’s lap.  “Me, me!” Johnny and Rose shouted out in unison,
jumping up and down in front of Doris.
    “Well, what
do I have here?”  Doris brought her hands from behind her back, complete with a
couple of Kit Kats. 
    Ria smiled,
it was no good telling Doris not to spoil the children with treats, it gave her
too much pleasure.  She had told Ria years ago that her disappointment in life
was the lack of children.  But being religious, Doris had just said it wasn’t
what God had planned for her, so she would be lucky