‘After a difficult shift at work, I come home and see Arno shirtless (better if he’s naked) in my bed, and sees me all tired and grumpy. He comes and hugs me tightly and kisses my forehead. “Sex, mon amour?” he will ask. “Yes, please!” will be my response. That’s my way to vent out my worst days at work: sex with my baby boy Arno, which is every single day 😉’