I come home late, very. The lights are already out: they must be already in bed. I open the door with the key to find him sleeping peacefully on the sofa with the TV still on. He fell asleep waiting for me. Not switching the light on, I try to move as quite as possible, not to wake him up. And of course I hit the cocktail table with my bare foot, with the little toe.
“Fucking shhh…” I can’t help but cry out; it hurts like hell.
I hear him laugh softly.
“Hello honey. You’re home” He said stretching out, still on the sofa.
“Hi, dear. Sorry, I wake you. Damn work, can’t come any sooner.” I come sit near him on the sofa and kiss him softly. He is so warm, still sleepy… “Didn’t need to wait me.”
“Oh, no, I wasn’t. Baywatch marathon is on… Chicks in swimsuits can’t miss it.” He sits up hugging me.
“Always the romantic,” I kiss him again lingering a bit longer, he smells of home and pancakes and cinnamon. I pause a bit caressing his lips and neck with my hand… It’s so good to be home.
“How’s the little one?”
“Sleeping. Said he won’t go to sleep next time without mommy.”
“Clever boy, like father like son.” I smile feeling a bit guilty I missed it.
He yawns, so sweet.
“Are you coming to bed?”
“No, sorry, have to work a little. You go. I’ll be in a bit.”
In a while I finally come to bed. He is sleeping soundlessly, peacefully… I climb under the blanket to his warmth. He moans softly, turns around and hugs me. He is so soft and warm and feels so right… Finally relaxing I fall asleep soon after…
