Four bedtime stories and forty-five minutes later our whirlwind of a son lay fast asleep. I wandered into the sitting room where Flynn was slumped in front of our massive TV watching an episode of "The Alaskan Bush People" and smiled at the rock star's entertainment choice. Yawning I dropped down on the sofa and turned to look at him.
Tearing his eyes slowly from the TV he turned his head toward me and smiled. I mirrored his loving smile in return and climbed onto my hands and knees. Crawling over to him I placed my head in his lap and lay flat on my back looking up at him. Our eyes locked and he bent his head, placed a chaste kiss on my lips before he stared back at the TV.
"Are you happy?" I asked, watching his face from an odd angle beneath him.
"Deliriously happy, babe, you?" he asked, immediately gazing down to see my reaction when he fired the question back.