We had been home for around half an hour, and he hadn’t stopped fussing since the minute I walked through the door. I loved him dearly, but I didn’t want him smothering me.

I was fine, I was okay.

I was dealing with it in my own way.

“Do you need me to get you anything?”. He asked.

“I’m okay for now”. I was comfortable on the couch with a cup of tea.

“Are you comfortable enough? Maybe I should get you a blanket? And food you need to eat something”.

“Hey, hey”. I ...