You laughed, young but serious. “When you grow up will you marry mummy?” About to say no, I said, “Yes,” because that’s what you needed to hear. You straightened my cardigan and began to button it. “I want to tell you a secret.” You half-laughed. The sun played across us as we sat. I nodded my head. Your tone is strange and I am listening closely. “When mummy was having Petey she and daddy had to get married.” Unsure, I say nothing. My body twisted slightly as you tugged on the cardigan and continued buttoning. You laughed, young but sad.