Connor lying in bed, settling down to sleep. Me lying next to him, reading. A little hand comes over my chest and wriggles upwards until it’s nestled in the crook of my neck.
CONNOR: I want a huggle.
I scoosh down, and we huggle. The next exchange takes place in whispers.
CONNOR: I love huggles.
ME: Me too.
CONNOR: I love huggling you.
ME: I love huggling you too.
CONNOR: I love you.
ME: I love you. You’re my favourite little boy.
Short pause. Connor shmooshes his face into my cheek.
CONNOR: You’re my favourite big boy.
Internal awwwwwwwwtometer duly explodes….