“Mum?”
“Oh, come here,” she said and held out her arms. Jayden hesitated before walking into the hug, hooking his chin over her shoulder. Without her heels, she felt surprisingly short, and her hair tickled his face in a floaty sort of way. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” she murmured, hugging him tightly. “You’ve dealt so well with all of this, and…You know, you’re still my sweet little boy, but you’ve become such a good young man, and…I’m just very proud of you, Jayden.”
Jayden swallowed against the lump in his throat and ducked his head to prop his cheek on her shoulder. “Love you too, Mum,” he mumbled. Hopefully, Darren was way, way under, or Jayden would hear about this for the next month. Or year.
“Right.” She let him go and stepped back. “You call his brother—Scott, was it? You call Scott about any dietary needs, and get him to bring any medication round if it’s needed, and I’ll start dinner about six. No funny business up here.”