As expected, he did not come home with me and his mother. He left with Tomas to God knows where.
I let myself stay distracted with the few baking orders I had from my customers.
My brother had texted me on my way to the station and I told him I'd be able to have them delivered by evening.
After the last time we met, our conversations had gone cold. I was even surprised when he texted me out of the blue.
I made the batches of cookies and cupcakes, as well as a tray of brownies for the respective customers and I asked him to come around with my branded packaging boxes.
I had to tell the security to let him in.
When I walked out of the kitchen to meet him, we stayed with our eyes locked on each other for several seconds. And then I slowly opened my arms for him to get into. Looking up, I blinked back the tears I wanted to cry. He would always be my baby no matter what.
"Don't do that again. Okay?" I scolded him in a pouty voice.
He nodded. "Okay. I really missed you."
