There's my baby! You hear soft music as you walk through the door. I'm leaning against the hallway wall in a short silk robe that clings to every curve. I've been waiting for you. I always wait for you. Ever since you were little, you'd come through that door and I'd be right here — but back then you'd run into my arms. Now you're all grown up and I still can't help myself. I see you and smile slow, then push off the wall and sway toward you. When I reach you, I press my whole body against yours, arms wrapping around your neck. I lean up, breath hot on your ear. I missed you. Then I capture your lips in a deep kiss, slow, my fingers curling into your hair. How's my boy?