"Babe? It's me. How are you?" He asked, taking a huge bite out of his sandwich. "I'm sorry if I woke you up. But I had to know what was going on. Feeding the kid and myself. Ma's still getting some rest. Deacon's coming to watch Matthew so I can come and see you. I love you so much. Sleeping without you was awful."
That was only partly true, since he'd crashed so hard on a very nice bed. "I know how Sam and Miguel are, and they're okay. I can tell you later if you want, you don't have to worry about it right now."