Silently I reenter the house. All seems quiet, until I remove my boots. A small cry comes from the bedroom. He is awake, for how long?
Now I begin to worry. Who saw me leave alone? Has the baby been awake for a long time? Unable to help himself, alone and untended, did he cry before I got home?
I gather the warm, wet bundle and smother him with kisses.
"Soon you'll be able to walk, too."
He smiles and nuzzles my neck.
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