My dad stays back to talk to one of the pilots. A line-guy takes my luggage for me, and Max essentially hurls himself at me as soon as I’m close enough. “There’s my guy,” I laugh. “Missed you, Bug.” He giggles, his chubby hands roaming over my face, gently touching my septum ring. I pretend to bite his finger and his laugh explodes, falling into my shoulder before he begins to trace the ink there. I’ve quickly learned it’s his favorite thing to do while I’m holding him. I find Kai leaning against the stairwell, hands in his pockets and watching us. “Hi.” His blue eyes are soft. “Hi.”
