Fragment #122 - First day of the year

The phone rings and I pick it up while still stirring the milk in the pot.
"Hello?"
"Happy New Year, sweety."
"Thanks Mum, Happy New Year to you too. How's Dad? What have you been doing last night?"
"Oh, he's great. We've just come back from Istanbul, with our friends, Sir Layton and his wife Rosie. It was very nice. What did you do?"
"A little party here, nothing fancy, just dinner with Paul and Emma, Cameron and Sara, Sasha and Vince. It was good, and apparently Aidan wasn't too bothered about stepping in the new year."
"How is he?"
I turn the gaz off, and look at my baby in his chair next to the table.
"He's brilliant. He's the most perfect thing on Earth, and I don't know what'll do with him."
"You'll take a little more care of your husband, if you want my opinion," Steve says, coming in. He comes to me and gives me a kiss. "Who is on the phone?"
"My mum."
"Best regards and wishes for the New Year."
"Did you hear that Mum?"
"Yes, Charlotte, thank him for me, would you?"
"Sure." I answer, looking at Steve sitting next to his son. He starts playing with him, while I put the pot on the table.
"Right, well, that's it, your father and I just wanted to get some news."
"Thanks Mum. I'll call you this weekend, ok?"
"Sure, honey. Whenever you feel it."
"Take care, bye."
"Bye, sweetheart," and she hungs up.
I put the phone down, and come back to my two boys.
"Let's have dinner, shall we?"
"Aye aye Ma'am."
"Shut up, Steve."
"Aye aye Ma'am!"
"Remind me, why do I love you?"
"Because I'm awesome."
"And modest too apparently."
"What's that word?"
And we laugh together.