(Esther's POV)
I shook my head seeing all those photos, bringing back all the lovely memories we had. There was a small smile on my lips, my eyes soft with affection. I couldn't deny it; my son Samuel was a real charmer.
From the time he was little, he had a way of drawing people in with his easy smile and natural confidence. And now, as he grew older, his charm had only grown stronger.
I remembered the time a group of college girls had come to his birthday party. They didn't know him at first, but to get an invite, they'd made friends with people in our building.
On the day of his birthday, they showed up properly dressed, making sure to catch his attention as they flirted openly with him, their eyes sparkling with admiration.
At that moment, a strange feeling of jealousy rose in me—a protective instinct I couldn't ignore. But I quickly brushed it off. It was just a mother's natural reaction.
As the years went by, I couldn't help but notice how people, especially women, were drawn to him. They flocked to him like moths to a flame, their eyes lingering on him, their voices softer when they spoke to him. I had seen it all—the glances, the teasing, the flirting.
At first, it had been flattering. After all, what mother wouldn't be proud of her son, so popular and attractive? But as Samuel grew older, I saw something deeper in his charm. It wasn't just his looks or personality; it was something that came from within him.
He had a strong presence that made people feel at ease but also sparked curiosity. It was as if others respected him without him needing to say a word. While I admired this, it also made me protective.
I was proud of him, but I knew that while his charm could win the affection of women, it could also stir jealousy and envy in men. I feared that it might lead to them trying to undermine or hurt him.
As for his birthdays, they had always been a big deal, thanks to my friends and the ladies in the building. They all loved him and pampered him so much, and every year, they made sure his birthday was grand.
They'd always say, "This is the least we can do for our favorite son." The celebrations were always filled with laughter and joy, and Samuel was always at the center of it, adored by everyone around him, and given everything he wanted without having to ask for it.
But no matter how many people admired him, I knew that Samuel's heart was always with me—my son, my protector, the one who had stood by my side through everything. And that was all that really mattered to me.
(Samuel's POV)
As we sat there, I couldn't help but feel how lucky I was to have a mother like her—someone who loved me unconditionally and would do anything to keep me safe. Her protectiveness made me feel special, even as I grew older.
As we reminisced, I felt a deep gratitude for our unique bond. We'd been through so much together, and her love had been my constant, keeping me grounded. I knew that no matter what the future held, we'd always be there for each other.
Leaning in, I kissed her cheek and whispered, "Thank you, Mom. For everything."
She smiled back, her eyes filled with warmth and love. "You're welcome, my son. I'll always be here for you.
I couldn't have asked for anything more." She smiled back at me, and I could tell that going through these memories and all the sweet talk I did had really lifted her spirits.
Any doubts she'd had seemed to melt away, making her totally forget that we had sex last night. I subtly shifted the focus from what happened last night to all the times I'd been a handful, keeping her on her toes.
I'd been the center of her world from the start, bringing both trouble and joy into her life. I made her remember and also established it in her mind that I was the reason she laughed, worried, and sometimes even sighed in frustration. I was the reason she felt everything she felt and did ever she did.
My antics had kept her so busy that it was like nothing else could hold her attention.
Each memory filled her with a rush of emotions—from the endless chaos I'd stirred up to the pride she felt watching me grow. I'd always been an attention-seeking child, but only with her.
Maybe it was because, even as a kid, I sensed her uneasiness and tried to keep her close, to be her focus. As children tend to pick up on their parents' emotions, especially those they feel even before birth.
In that moment, I knew I'd managed to push away her worries, replacing them with love, laughter and possessiveness for each other from our past.
Those memories had taken hold of her heart, reminding her just how much I mattered to her, and how important I am to her, maybe even more than anyone else, and filling her with a sense of peace that erased all other worries.
With a content smile, I leaned back. 'Finally, she's over that gloomy mood. Now I can focus on rizzing her,' I thought. She looked at ease, her earlier tension replaced by a gentle smile.
The day might not have had a great start for me with all the depression and gloomy mood, but now seeing her like this, all calm and lovely with the nostalgia factor, I could say I was able to overcome it quite easily and quickly.
Feeling energized, we decided to tackle a few more things around the house. We washed the dishes together, her laughter echoing softly as I splashed water at her.
Then, we tidied up the living room, sharing more stories and little jokes along the way. Every time I glanced over at her, she seemed genuinely happy.
After organizing the albums and taking a moment to enjoy the memories, we both realized just how hungry we were.
I suggested we make some snacks together, and Esther agreed, her face lighting up with a smile that made my heart feel warm.
We decided on a simple snack, nothing too fancy—pasta, garlic bread, and a small salad. As we moved around the kitchen, I chopped vegetables while she cooked the pasta, our hands working in unison.
She playfully nudged me with her elbow as I tried to sneak a piece of garlic bread, and I laughed, feeling more at ease than I had in a long time. There was something so comforting about cooking together, sharing in the quiet rhythm of preparing a meal.
When we finally sat down to eat, we took our time, savoring each bite. Between mouthfuls, we shared little stories, memories I hadn't thought of in years.
Esther told me about the time I tried to make her breakfast in bed as a kid, ending up with flour all over the kitchen. I remembered how she had burst out laughing but still praised my effort as the best breakfast she'd ever had.
After snacks, we decided to watch a movie, choosing a classic comedy we'd watched countless times before. We sprawled out on the couch, and sat there as she leaned onto my shoulder, feeling the warmth of her arm around mine.
Every now and then, she'd laugh at a joke or nudge me when I got too quiet, trying to get me to join in. The familiarity of the movie mixed with her laughter made everything feel light and easy. I couldn't stop smiling, feeling like a little kid again.
When the movie ended, neither of us felt like moving, so we started another one—a cozy animated film that had always been a favorite of ours.
As the sun dipped lower outside, casting a soft glow through the windows, the world felt distant, like it was just the two of us, wrapped up in our own little moment.
Eventually, as the last scene played out, we realized how late it had gotten. I stretched, feeling content and happy, and noticed her stifling a yawn.
"Ready to call it a night?" she asked, smiling sleepily.
"Actually," I began, feeling a sudden wave of boldness, "would you… stay with me tonight? With all those memories and albums, I kinda don't want to sleep alone, and with you besides me it would calm me down."
My voice was softer, almost hesitant, but I held her gaze, making sure to show my vulnerability and let her guard down while also showing my need to be pampered from her.
Esther looked surprised for a moment, then nodded, her eyes full of warmth. "Of course, Samuel," she replied gently, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.
We made our way to my room, and as I climbed into bed, I felt her slip under the covers beside me. She wrapped her arms around me, and I settled into her embrace, letting my head rest on her chest, using her breasts as my pillow. The familiar scent of her perfume filled my senses, calming every last bit of worry I'd had.
"Thank you," I whispered as I felt my eyes grow heavy, letting out a deep, contented sigh.
Her fingers gently stroked my hair, and she pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. "I'm here, Samuel. I always will be."
We drifted off to sleep like that, my hands wrapped up around her body, being in an intimate position while even her hands wrapped tightly around my chest, and in that moment, I felt at peace, as if everything in the world was exactly where it was meant to be.
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