Love made me A MILLION

My husband, Jason, and I were never the lovey-dovey, hearts-and-flowers types on Valentine’s Day. The most I could expect was a simple card – no mushy stuff – and a home-cooked meal for dinner, but I didn’t mind. I was happy to leave the cheesy romance to others. Yet, despite our low-key love, it’d eventually become the most important – and life-changing – day of the year to us.

I’d met Jason, then 28, in February 2010, and by December 2013 was nine months pregnant with our first child. It should’ve been an exciting time – and it was – until I was made redundant from my job