My feet ache, too many steps and not enough rest. Due to the fact I don't have a car and Blake leaving early to go to work, I'm left walking back and forth until my savings are big enough for a decent car. Logan and I were supposed to share the car our parents bought, but all that's left is a pile of metal and the memories of what was once before.

Before racing out of home, owning a car wasn't a demand, now it feels like a necessity. I'm tired before I get to work and exhausted before I have the chance to get home. Laying on someone's lawn for a nap doesn't sound like the crazies idea in my mind right now. Between cleaning up after Blake and looking after London, I'm beyond exhausted.

I walk down the side of the River's house and towards their backdoor. I see Angela holding London, which prompts me to open the door and step inside without knocking. Angela is standing in front of the television bobbing back and forth to sooth London.

"Hey," I call out.

"How was work, Ava?" she asks.

"Tiring." I yawn. "How has London been?"

"I've just fed and burped her, so she should be ready for a nap soon," explains Angela. "I've also read her a story."

"Thank you, Angela." She cuddles London to her chest and kisses her cheek before handing her over to me. I cradle her in my arms as I smile and walk towards the backdoor.

"Let me know if you need anything, I'm not working until five," she says.

I grab London's arm and wave at Angela as I say, "Goodbye grandma, thank you for looking after me." Angela smiles and opens the backdoor for me.

"Seriously, if you need anything, anything at all!"

"Thank you, Angela, you're amazing and I have no idea how to thank you."

She loudly scoffs, a bright smile on her face, "It's me who doesn't know how to thank you." With a few last parting words, I walk across the grass and to our little house. I balance London against my chest as I grab the house key from my bag. I unlock the door and slip inside. Instead of stopping, I race upstairs and settle London on the bed as I grab out my phone.

Just as I've put my bag down, I get an incoming call from Tori. I quickly accept her Face Time request and switch the screen so that she can see London laying on the bed.

"Wave hello to mummy," I say.

London looks at the phone curiously as she giggles her legs up and down.

"How's my baby girl doing?" I hear Tori ask.

"Very good! Angela just gave her a bottle, so she should be getting sleepy soon," I explain. "And, she also read her a story."

"Well, aren't you spoilt?" Laughs Tori.

"You certainly are, London." I press my hand against her chest and gently wiggle her back and forth. A small grin appears on her face which makes her appear happy.

"Where's Blake?" asks Tori.

"He's at work, but he should be home soon enough," I say.

"Oh, is everything okay?" Tori sounds worried, which makes me panic. Blake's words echo through my mind about wanting her to stay put. If I don't calm her down and reassure her things are peachy, she'll be up her in a flash.

"Perfectly fine," I reply. I could do with some sleep, but that's not a cause for alarm, well, not yet at least.

"How come you're at Blake's house?" she asks.

"I moved in a couple of days ago."

"What?" she screams. "I knew it, I shouldn't have left Blake by himself, as he can't handle this." I mentally roll my eyes and groan. Blake's been able to care for London perfectly fine without her help, or is she forgetting the fact she went awol when he needed her the most?

"Don't worry! Between Blake, our parents and myself, London is getting the care she needs," I say.

"No, I'm moving back to help." I quickly click on the camera button so that is changes to show my faces. For the first time in the call, I see her face. Tori's hair is tied up in a bun on top of her head, there's dark circles under her eyes which gives off a general sad appearance.

"The best thing for you is to stay where you are and continue your studies. Between the four of us, London is going to be completely spoilt for cuddles. In between weekends and breaks, come and visit us. I'm happy to do more of these video calls. Perhaps you could read London a book before she goes to bed?" I offer.

Tori bites her lip and slowly nods her head, "Perhaps you are right." But her eyes don't light up with agreement. I can see the turmoil of wanting to stay and wanting to go clearly written across her features.

"I don't know."

"You need to trust that we can do this. Within time, trial and error, it'll feel like normal. London won't forget about you, not with all this fancy technology." I softly grin.

"You're right." Tori slowly nods her head.

"Call tomorrow and you can read her a story before bed," I say.

"Okay, I'll mark it in my calendar."

"Feeling better."

"Yeah." She nods her head, which makes the camera shake.

"How's your place down there, nice?" I try to shift the conversation away from London so that it gives her time to settle on the idea of calling rather than moving. If anything, she looks scared. I don't blame her, moving away from your family and friends to a place that's completely brand new is scary. It puts my fear of moving ten minutes away to shame.

Tori walks around her small apartment to give me a virtual tour. She points out the kitchen, her study nook, the bedroom and a small bathroom. It's nothing grand, but it does look cosy. Before we part ways, I turn the camera back to a sleep London and she says goodbye. It's only when I hang up the phone that I realise why she's all smiley.

"Were you pooing the whole time?" I laugh.

Another half-smile crosses her lips which increases the growing nervous in my stomach. I really hope this isn't a messy nappy. I've already had three stinky ones at work and I really don't want to deal with another one.

"Come on, stinky, let's go change this nappy of yours. Will I need a hazmat suit?" I scoop her up and walk to the bathroom. I grab out her portable changing mat and lay her down. I take off her jumpsuit and quickly change her nappy. Thankfully it's not too messy, but rather average. Once she's cleaned up, I redress her and walk downstairs.

I feel like a new parent. I'm too scared to leave her in the cot upstairs by herself, partly because I'm by myself. I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to her in my sole care.

Dragging the basinet into the kitchen, I wrap her up and lay her inside. I stand by the side for five minutes with my hand pressed against her chest until she falls asleep.

Once that's taken care of, I start hunting through the kitchen for something to cook. I pull out a variety of vegetables for a salad. I grab a knife, bowl, and chopping board so that I can get started.

I chop through a tomato, carrot, lettuce and start on the capsicum when I hear the kitchen door open. Blake's heavy boots hit against the ground before I see him emerge through the hallway.

"Hey baby," he says as he walks into the kitchen and kisses my cheek. He then walks over to London to check on her. Because he's dirty, Blake doesn't touch her, but just peers over.

"I'm going to quickly shower and then I'll be ready, is that okay?" he asks. "Or do you need help?"

"No." I shake my head. "I'm almost finished, then I'll cook the chicken."

"Sounds good, thank you." Blake nods his head as he walks towards the stairs.

When the salads finished, I grab the chicken and chuck it into the fry pan. I grab out some spices and sauce to flavour the chicken, but I'm not too sure about what I'm doing, so I hope for the best. By the time Blake's walking back down the stairs, I'm setting the food out on the table.

"This looks amazing." Blake walks around the table to wraps his arms around my waist. He kisses my neck as he pulls out a chair. "Take a seat."

I sit down and wait for Blake to grab his seat across from me. I feel utterly exhausted, but relieved and excited to be eating dinner with Blake. It's a bit early for dinner, but I'm completely famished from the long day.

"I hope it tastes alright." I bite my lip nervously.

"There's always take away." He chuckles.

"You're right." I nod my head.

Blake's hand reaches across the table so that he can play with my fingers. The usual tingles shoot up my spine as I smile. We're an awfully odd couple, one you wouldn't expect. Perhaps out situation is in a little need of questioning, but, in that same odd sense, it feels like home.

What is that one (or more) thing that feels like home?