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"You went out with a lot of placeholders," I tell him.
A grin crosses his face before he kisses me again. "I didn't know what I was missing."
While Jack carries my suitcases, I hurry down the hallway to our apartment, my heart beating in anticipation. I ring the bell, and the na
"Welcome home, Mrs. Travis," she exclaims.
"Thank you. It's good to be back. Where is Luke?"
"In the nursery. We were playing with his trains. He's been a good boy while you were gone."
Dropping my purse beside the door, tossing my suit jacket onto the sofa, I go to the doorway of the nursery. The room is painted in pale shades of blue and green, one wall a mural of cars and trucks with cheerful faces, and a rug printed with roads and train tracks.
My son is sitting up by himself, gripping a wooden train engine in his hands, trying to spin the wheels with his fingers.
"Luke," I said softly, not wanting to startle him. "Mommy's home. I'm here. Oh, I missed you, sweet boy."
Luke looks at me with round blue eyes and drops the truck, his small hands remaining suspended in midair. A wide grin spreads across his face, revealing one pearly tooth. He lifts his arms to me.
"Mama," he says.
I thrill to the word. And I go to him.