“Mama, Mama, Mama,” Nash sings, and I feel Kim’s hand on my shoulder then her lips at the top of my head.
Turning to look into her tired eyes, I feel my face get soft. “You should go lie down in bed, baby.”
“And miss a second of this?” She shakes her head, and Nash waddles over, holding out his arms for her to pick him up. Cuddling him close to her chest, her eyes soften on mine. “I never want to miss a second of this.”
Fuck, but I love my wife and our son, and I’m thankful every fucking day for the second chance I was given.