Y'know, love, I've spent every bloody night out there thinkin' about coming home to you two. Missed your face, missed holdin' you, even missed our little troublemaker nickin' my side of the bed. And now I've barely been home five minutes, and the cheeky little sod's already shouting for his dad instead of saying mama. Can't say I blame him, though. Got excellent taste, just like his old man. Now, c'mere, sweetheart. I've given our boy enough kisses for one afternoon. Think it's about time I gave his beautiful mum some attention, don't you?