As Callan walked into the house, he was surprised to see his mother in the living room, busy on her laptop.
She raised her head when she heard him walk in and smiled at him. "Good morning, darling. You're back."
"Good morning, Mom," he greeted as he walked over to where she was seated and kissed her cheek. "Why aren't you at the office?" He asked curiously, since he had expected not to meet either of his parents at home.
"I have a couple of things to take care of. And I wanted to be home when you came in. You're leaving tomorrow so I have to spend some time alone with you," she said with a wink, then took a closer look at him. "Why do you look like you didn't sleep well?"
Callan brushed his fingers through his hair. "Because I didn't," he said with a sigh and sat down next to her. "What are you doing?"
"Something that can wait while I talk to the second love of my life," she said, and Callan's lips lifted in an involuntary smile at that.
