Amelia sat happily cooing in her pushchair. It was the most perfect summer's day; barely a cloud in the sky, a slight breeze in the air. Jane looked down at her daughter. After four months, she still couldn't believe she had created her. This tiny, little bundle of perfection was made by her. Of course, Tony had played a role, but everyone knew that mothers did most of the work.
Amelia blew a raspberry; Jane smiled down at her. Who knew it could be possible to love someone so very much. It actually ached.
A wasp flew down, making itself at home on one of the coloured toys hanging from the hood of the pram.
Jane flew into full-on panic mode. This little beast posed a serious risk to her precisous little Amelia. terrified herself, after being stung as a child, Jane pushed away her insticts to run, as she faced the predator head-on. How dare it try and harm her child? She would show it. Swatting at it with one hand, it buzzed slightly, before resettling on the side of the pram. Mere millimetres away from Amelia. Her heart piunding in her ears, Jane swatted once more. Angrily it flew up at her, stinging her on the end of the nose.
'Ouch!' she sqealed, before the pain took over and she was rendered speechelss.