“It will always be your home, even when you’re thirty years old and have kids of your own,” I vowed.

He looked at me closely, turning my promises over in his sharp mind.

“Even if I get super lazy and don’t help fold the baby clothes?” he asked with a faint, testing smirk.

“Even if you never fold one more baby onesie for the rest of your life,” I answered without missing a beat.

“Even if I fail a big spelling test at school and bring home a bad grade?” he pushed, his hazel eyes twinkling with playful curiosity.

“Even if you fail three spelling tests in a row, young man,” I laughed softly, brushing a bit of dust off his cheek.