Harry smiled down at Ellie, who was curled snugly in her pushchair, wrapped cosily in blankets to protect her from the October wind, as he pushed her gently down the pathway. Einstein’s lead swung from his hand, the puppy having wasted no time in running ahead to chase pigeons and sniff around on the grass. Behind him, Josh and Matthew followed at a slow, steady pace, giving the new father some time to enjoy his daughter’s smile.
Ellie was smiling now: she’d just looked up to the sound of Harry’s gentle reprimand, for she’d been fiddling curiously with the hem of the blanket, her blond eyebrows furrowing in curiosity as she’d pulled at it. Harry had tugged it from her grasp.
“Don’t do that,” he said to her softly. “You’ll be cold and we don’t to be cold, do we?”
Ellie’s eyes went to the tree that they passed.
“Is that a tree? Yeah, you’ll see lots of trees during your life. Unless those bad men in the Amazon cut them all down, of course. Trees are very important. You see, we breath something called oxygen, and trees make that for us. It’s something called photosynthesis, but you’ll learn all about that in school…”