I'm asleep, but the feeling of being watched is beginning to rouse me.
I'm pretty sure it's Max, he sneaks into my bed every night, but usually he's curled up in my arms with his back against my belly. I become aware of the fact that I'm laying on my side and Max isn't in his usual spot. He's behind me, leaning over my head.
Right about when I'm beginning to wonder if he's plotting some disgusting practical joke, he leans over and kisses me on my forehead and whispers "I love you Mama."
Oh Maxie, you have no idea how much I love you too.
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