I don't know what gladdens my heart more, seeing Sammy when I get home or noticing how comfortable he is around Michael.
"Aunt Sarah!" he squeals on seeing me. He quickly drops the remote and rushes over to me.
"My baby!" I reply, hugging him as tightly as I can.
"I've missed you, Aunt Sarah."
"And I missed you more." I plant a deep kiss on his right cheek.
He giggles under me, "Oh I love it. Do it again and again and again."
Michael coughs, getting my attention. I look up at him and he flashes me a smile in return.
"You know what I'm thinking?"
I give him a blank look, indicating that I am not interested in learning about his thoughts, but he goes right ahead and says, "I think we should start talking about having our own kids."
The look on my face must have been so horrific because he winces before saying, "Am I so bad that you wouldn't wanna have a child with me?"