Maya's POV

When I woke the next morning, the morning light streamed so brightly through the window that I pulled the covers right over my face. Jackson was already up and awake, playing with his toys. He saw me and jumped up excitedly.

"Mummy, mummy, I was waiting for you to wake up. Can we go and have some breakfast, please? I want some cereal, fruit and toast or maybe some pancakes?" His eyes glistened as he thought about what he wanted. I chuckled at his innocence. He did not ...