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Chapter 2 ————💫 ✎: Beginning
Five years have now passed since your split with Satoru, and you've gone through a multitude of tribulations during all this time, however your desire to craft a better life for yourself hasn't diminished, especially when you have your own special baby now. Your precious child,
L/n Satori.
Those memories, that breakup, the feelings that you still bear for him are not so easily to be purged.
All in all, it is true that you once held a deep affection for him. The sentiment is still present in your heart, that you cannot bring yourself to forget him.
Currently you stand in the kitchen while prepping your five years old son's lunch box as he lays in your arm and plays with your locks, twisting and tugging at them. Having to deal with his antics like that everyday made you accustomed to such behaviour—that's simply what it means to be a mother.
As you direct your gaze towards Satori, your expression is heavy and filled with guilt— you comprehend that it is possible that your son never got a chance to meets his father, and you understand how crucial it is to him to have a father figure in his life.
You express "Satori today we have only a soufflé pancake and some grapes for lunch." in a somber tone.
Saying those few words to him caught his attention, and he stopped his antics promptly. He proceeded to inspect his lunch box while his eyes sparkled with delight.
You are greeted with a joyous, enthusiastic "Mama! Thank you!!" from your young son as he gives a beaming smile to his food.
Whenever you see him happy, your heart feels like it's melting due to the incredible love you hold for your son— no matter the circumstances is as long that he is happy, you're happy too.
You ask him, "Now my son, what do I say whenever you express your gratitude to me?"
He thinks for a short while and places a warm, sweet kiss upon your cheek.
You then put him down on the ground and encourage him to get ready for the day, "You've grown so much, Satori, you're such a big boy now! I'm so proud of you. Take this kiss before hopping off of my arm." You kiss him on the cheek and place him on the floor, and with a leap, he is back on his feet, but he bursts into tears suddenly.
You ask, slightly confused, "Ahh, Satori? What's wrong?"
"D-does that mean mama will have another baby? B-but I want to be your small boy forever and only!" He breaks down in a sobbing fit.
How is that possible—?
You just let out a heavy sigh and prepare your son's lunchbox, filling up a water bottle for his day ahead. You try to pay no mind to his fit and let him vent his frustration.
