Mum and Dad had offered to come and babysit. This was a first, and I wasn’t going to turn them down. They even volunteered to stay the night so we could have a little lie-in the next morning. Recently they had been more attentive; they clearly approved of Oscar and me being together. Finally, I seemed to be getting things right in their eyes. I prepared thoroughly for their visit, labelling Tupperware boxes in the fridge, organizing bottles of formula and leaving out Calpol, just in case – nothing was going to cut short our first proper romantic evening since the baby was born.

We decided to walk to the restaurant. It would take about thirty minutes, but although cold, it wasn’t raining and would give us an opportunity to chat, like old times. Both of us were keen walkers and we had spent many of our early dates strolling home from restaurants or bars late at night, talking ten to the dozen. Because of the clandestine nature of most of our early date nights, Oscar being my boss and all, it had been safer to take the streets under the cover of darkness, rather than be spotted by someone from work on the Tube, and Oscar had been too afraid to use his Uber or company taxi accounts in case his PA had clocked he was coming to my flat so often. So, walking it had been, sometimes stopping on a dark, empty side street, or behind an inviting bush, for a snog.

Oscar’s hand reached for mine as we left the house and our shoulders visibly dropped – Albie was asleep and it felt so nice to escape the confines of baby land together. It felt liberating. Oscar asked me if I was feeling okay and I told him the truth: it had been a stressful few days and I was nervous about the test result, but I didn’t want it to overshadow our evening together.

We had a brilliant time and that night Oscar and I had sex for the first time since Albie was born. It was slow and tender. He spent ages sucking my breasts and caressing my thighs until I begged him to take me fully. When he did, it was intense and sensual. He quickened and slowed the pace instinctively, just as I needed him to, bringing me close to orgasm several times. We came together. I felt like I’d come home.

‘I love you so much,’ he breathed, his eyes shining.

‘I love you more,’ I said, lifting my head to kiss his lips, while he was still inside of me.

Afterwards, when he went to the bathroom, two big, fat, round tears rolled from the corners of my eyes, tickling the side of my cheeks as they began to dissipate.

In the darkness, as Oscar slept, I rolled onto my side and thought about Jason for a while. I thought about how different Oscar was to him – in looks, personality, sexually, everything. But I didn’t wobble; it made me feel calm and happy. Just by being himself, Oscar was perfect and our little family was complete. Almost.