Eventually Hazel's pancakes arrived. Will thanked the delivery woman with a smile and handed the takeout bag to his wife. He kissed her forehead after grabbing his own breakfast sandwich out of it and got back to work.
She saved her progress in the digital art app and dug in with gusto. She hadn't eaten anything since last night and the baby needed nutrients. Yesterday had been so crazy that she didn't manage to stick to the meal and snack schedule her doctor recommended.
'Sorry, baby,' she thought. 'Mom's a little out of it right now but I promise I'll take care of you.'
Will finished the driver's licenses and passports, showing off the finished work a bit apprehensively. "How do they look?"
Hazel didn't have a point of comparison because she knew nothing about British identity documents but they certainly looked real. Her heart thumped when she saw the names on them. Wilson and Catherine Smith. That was who they were going to be now.
"Good, I think. I wouldn't know."
