"Hopefully where I left it," I say as I squeeze his hand. "Unless you've moved it about. Which I hope not, because I'm far too sleepy to bother with pyjamas and I want to spend the rest of the night naked and in your arms."

I pause for a moment as I really take the time to process his words. We are both so much in love that we can't see straight. It's been like that for ten years now. I look forward to ten more years. And ten more after that.

"But first, I do want to see my babies. I've missed them far too much. Is it like that far all mums?"

I roll on my side and lean on my head to look at him. Sometimes, oh most of the time, I worry that I'm doing something wrong in this mothering thing. I never did have a role model, after all.

"To adore their children like this?"