Our eyes meet and we study each other. I struggle to find the right words to say. I want to say I’ve never stopped thinking about her, that she’s a terrific mom, and more gorgeous than I remember. That I’ll never leave again and won’t stop until both of them are mine. That I want her more than I’ve wanted anything. I want my name on her back. On her driver’s license. On her lips. But those things will scare her away.
