Couples often have pet names for one another, I'm told. Ours were unimaginative. Ann was 'Little Baby'; and I was 'Big Baby'. Together, we were the 'Babies'. During the lean times (which happen surprisingly often in my profession, especially in the first few years), when we hadn't been paid for months, when the credit cards were full, we would look at one another, smile and say:
"What are the Babies going to eat?"
Then, we would joke about pressing our faces to the windows of strangers' houses and crying:
"Feed us, feed us!"
Towards the end, when the drugs and lymph oedema had made her swell, Ann would smile at me and say that she was the Big Baby now.