When You Realize You've Become 'That Mom'...and What Comes Next

Returning home was like returning to my safe space. Charlie and Chris were my anchors in this world. Chris had a way about him that was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. There was a strength in him and a maturity that always left me speechless. I walked through the entryway of our townhome, a smile spread across my face.

"I'm home!" I called.

I could hear the patter of little feet. "Mommy! Welcome home!" Chris called as he ran towards the front door.

He quickly invaded my space with a hug that melted my heart. My aunt was right, I am doing a good job. Look at him. 

"I missed you," I said as I embraced him.

"I missed you too...take me with you next time...please," the way that he made his request melted my heart.

"I promise, the next time I go you are coming with me. Did you have fun with daddy?" I asked now putting a strand of his hair behind his ear as I looked into his eyes.

"Yes, we played video games," he said proudly.

"Video games!?" I said mocked shocked. I wasn't surprised that was how they would choose to spend their time but the chuckle that escaped his lips made the comment worthwhile.

"Hehe...yes, daddy said "Don't tell mommy about the games" and I said "We don't keep secrets" and daddy said "You're right, little man, we don't keep secrets. At least don't let it be the first thing out of your mouth. He made me laugh...see...mommy. It wasn't the first thing out of my mouth right?" He was smiling so wide I could see each of his tiny little teeth.

"That's right, you sure didn't." My smile now mirrored his own. 

Charlie was entering the hallway when he heard Chris's statement, "uh hmm...not the first thing indeed," he said to Chris as he continued to walk over to me planting a soft kiss on my lips. 

"How was your trip?"

"It was...eventful," I said as the smile fell from my face.

"You want to talk about it?" he asked as he motioned to grab my bag.

"Yes, but let me get settled in and we can chat,"

"Sounds good," he turned back to look at Chris, "You and I have to have a little chat about the timing of certain conversations," he was trying to hold back a smile but it was clearly spread across his face.

"But daddy, it wasn't the first thing that I said. I promise," Chris replied.

"Heh, OK, why don't you tell mommy about all the things that we did while she was gone while I fix us some dinner?"

"OK!" Chris said as he beamed over at his dad. Here was a kid that loved his father. It was so obvious when you looked at them together.

"So mommy, daddy and I played all kinds of video games together. It was so much fun, we played..." he began to list off these games. 

I swear I didn't mean to but when I hear words like 'Video' and 'Games' in the same sentence I kind of zone out so I have no idea what he said after 'played'.

Later that evening, we all sat together in the living room watching a movie and Chris fell asleep in my arms, his head resting on my belly. The entire time we watched the movie he stroked my belly and I would hear him whispering to it saying, 

"I love you," and "I can't wait to meet you," and "Come home soon OK?"

"He's really excited about the baby," I said softly as not to wake him up once he had finally drifted off to sleep.

"Yeah, he kept talking about when you were coming home so that he could say goodnight to his sister," Charlie said with a warmth that spread throughout my body.

He had a way about him that just made you feel...safe. I shifted into him and we sat there until the movie ended. Once it was over, Charlie scooped Chris in his arms and carried him up to bed.

"I guess he can get his bath in the morning," he said resolved.

"Yeah, that should be OK. I missed you both so much you can't even imagine,"

"I believe it. I don't like when you aren't here," the way he eyes bore into me made me feel vulnerable in a good way. It felt like if he could he would wrap me in his arms and never let me go.

"Let me get him to bed and I will be there in a minute. Go ahead and take a bath, I know you must be exhausted," 

"I am, thank you, babe," I kissed him softly on the lips and leaned over and placed a gentle kiss onto Chris's head as well. 

With that, he went ahead of me and headed into Chris's room and I went towards the bedroom. The soak felt so good, all of my muscles eased and when I came out, I was feeling revived and renewed.

"Was it good?" he asked as he lay there in his boxer briefs. The man sure knew how to make me feel at home.

"Yes, exactly what I needed," I said in a sultry voice.

"Was that ALL that you needed?" he asked huskily.

"Well..." I trailed off, placing my pointer finger on the tip of my chin as though I were deep in thought. We both knew that I wasn't deep in thought but it was fun and it brought a sly smile to his face.

"If you don't want..." he said pointing to the tent that was forming under his brief's. "We can wait," 

"Hey now, I didn't say I didn't WANT...I simply said..." I stopped speaking as I let the towel fall down to the ground. 

If I am being honest, I didn't feel sexy. I had gained so much weight it was hard to see myself as beautiful. I wasn't the version of beautiful that I was taught to believe mattered. Yet, as I stood there naked, watching him watching me, I felt...beautiful.

"God, you are sexy," he said hungrily.

"Sexy?" I said looking down at myself. "Hardly,"

"Why don't you come here and let me show you how sexy you are," he patted the bed beside him. 

I looked at the bed and my eyes couldn't help but trail back towards his manhood. He was erect and waiting for me. My eyes moved slowly up his chiseled stomach and his delicious pecks and made their way to those kissable lips and continued to his deep blue eyes. So dark, and raw and...hungry.

Author's Note: This chapter is a little early but I hope you can appreciate the upgrade from depressing.