"Will sleep help?" She mmm'ed in disagreement. I'd come to expect that when her head hurt or she felt sick, all I'd get out of her was 'Mmm'. This time she'd been suffering with a migraine. It hadn't shifted in hours. I'd learnt which 'Mmms' meant yes and which meant no. "Cuddles?" She nodded and instantly grimaced. "I'll get you a drink first... Hey, let me sit behind you." I gathered her into my arms and kissed her head.
"You're the best," she said in a small voice.
"I know. Do you want a head massage?"
She mmm'ed in agreement.
