Mommy & Her Love

Waking up

"Mommy..."

I continue to softly fake snore, ignoring the prodding fingers against my neck.

"Mommy, please wake up..."

My baby's cute voice whispers in my ear and it takes a lot of effort not to smile but my lips twitch nonetheless and he catches it.

"You're awake!" He whines loudly and crawls over me, straddling my thighs. I chuckle quietly, peeling one eye open as I glance up at my gorgeous boy. His skirt has ridden up his thighs and I can see the lacy pink panties he's wearing per my request. It distracts me momentarily and he glares icily at me, tugging the material back down. I coo, reaching up to stroke his cheek but he shakes his head aggressively.

"Meanie! You pretended to sleep!"

"But it's so fun getting you riled up, sweetie." I smile up at him and take his hand in mine, stroking my thumb over his wrist. He hesitantly looks down at our joined hands and pouts, trying his best to look mad at me. It's so fucking adorable.

I push myself to sit up and he yelps, jumping forward to hold onto my neck. He doesn't like not being close to me and I could tell he was taking advantage of every moment right now, even whilst being supposedly mad at me. I laugh again, wrapping my arms under his butt to hold his body against mine.

Even whilst being a lot shorter than my baby, he feels so fragile and delicate when I hold him. He nuzzles my neck for a moment and then sniffs, hugging me tightly. I'm surprised by the sudden sadness and tilt his chin up, shushing him, "Babyboy, what's the matter?"

He blinks up at me with wide eyes, biting anxiously on his lip, "I hungry."

I sigh, relieved his sadness was over nothing majorly serious and squish his cheeks, planting a loud, wet kiss on his lips.

"Come on, then. What do you want to eat?" I hold my baby's hand, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My feet shuffle blindly in search for my slippers and once they're on, we shuffle into the kitchen, my lil baby keeping his hands wrapped tightly around me while he buries his face in my neck.

"Choccos please..." I raise my eyebrows at him and frown.

"You always have that, love. Don't you want some fruit?"

"Bleugh! No!" His nose scrunches up in disgust and he shakes his head wildly.

I send him a disapproving look, making him stop retching. He knows I hate when he does that, but he'll do it anyways when he feels a lil cheeky.

I place a bowl of berries in front of him and he whines quietly, pushing the bowl back.

"Would you rather I force an apple down your throat?" He bows his head when I glare, shaking his head slowly. "No, Mommy... I'll eat this..."

I smile, his mouth opening reluctantly as I feed him a couple of berries. His lips pucker slightly, sucking on the sweet fruit and then smiles to himself as he quickly finishes off the bowl. I replace the bowl with a smaller one, only this time it's filled with his favourite chocolate cereal. 

"Yay!" He thanks me excitedly and shovels spoons of cereal down his mouth in a frenzy. I chuckle, kissing the top of his head as I ruffle his hair, "Slow down, baby."

He obeys, slowing enough to give himself time to chew the cereal before swallowing and I relax, glad to not witness any choking accidents. I move around the kitchen, snacking on a slice of toast as I clear up, keeping an eye on my baby while he eats. 

I see him finish up and carefully place the bowl in the sink, and then his gaze is on me. I try not to let myself get distracted by the intensity of his beautiful eyes and continue to clear away misplaced items, ignoring the footsteps coming up behind me.

"Mommy...?" Arms wrap around me from behind and I'm pulled back slightly, my baby's hair brushing against my cheek. I feel him press himself against me, rubbing a little and I hum in response, turning my head to his as I raise my eyebrows, trying to remain unaffected.

"I love you, Mommy!" He plants his lips softly on the corner of my mouth and then bites my cheek, igniting a small flame inside me as I stay quiet from shock. I exhale soundlessly, fighting the urge to grab him by his throat and slam him against a wall and make him beg for pleasure.

Then he lets go of my waist, smiling cheekily. "Can I play with my toys now?"