baby steps

"He's calling me baby now and it feels so good and so wrong at the same time."

Fragments of a conversation about the men in our lives, which took place two years ago but somehow got saved in an email, came back over the ether a couple of weeks ago to haunt us. I remember laughing so hard the first time round they were said and it was just as funny when I re-read them.

And suddenly, late last night, I recalled those words again. I was cold, tired and hungry, and then a message beeped its way onto my phone: "Poor baby..."