Closing the front door with way too much force, I let my handbag fall to the floor as I leaned on the door and tried to calm down. Annoyance was bubbling inside of me as I thought about work. Slipping off my coat, I hung it up with a tired sigh.
"You're home!" Harry said as he came running down the stairs. "What do you want for dinner? I can make anything you want!" he said excitedly as he came closer.
"Just give me a minute, Harry! I'm going to get out of these clothes and have a shower. I just need a second to myself, my boss has been a bitch all week and I just need to be alone right now, okay?!" I snapped at him as I marched up the stairs and into the bedroom. I barely heard the quiet little "yes, Mummy," from Harry before I closed the door behind me.
Kicking off my shoes, I walked into the master bathroom and turned the shower on, letting the water get warm as I started taking off my clothes. Letting out a frustrated grunt as one of the buttons on my shirt was ripped off and bounced on the bathroom tiles till it came to a standstill just by the clothes hamper.
Sitting down on the edge of the bathtub, I sighed as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Harry's quiet little "yes, Mummy," was ringing in my head as his dejected look was in the forefront of my mind. The more I thought about it, the more guilty I felt. Hell, if Harry had spoken to me like that I probably would've spanked him for it.
Standing up, I turned the shower off and headed out of the bathroom. Walking down the stairs, I followed the noise into the kitchen. "Hey," I said softly as I stepped over to Harry, pressing a kiss to his back and noted that he was wearing one of my hoodies.
"I thought maybe you'd like some tea after your shower so you could enjoy it in bed or something," Harry mumbled quietly as he stared at the kettle he'd filled up and turned on.
Sighing, I gave him a little hug before turning him around. "Thank you, baby. That's so sweet of you," I told him as I looked him over. He was chewing on one of the strings to my hoodie, he had bags under his eyes and his eyes were slightly red like he had been crying.
"I'm so sorry I snapped at you, that was so rude of me," I told as I took the string out of his mouth and stroked his cheek with my thumb.
"It's okay, you had a bad day," he mumbled as he closed his eyes and leaned into my hand.
"It's not okay. That's not how we talk to each other no matter how sucky our day has been. I am really sorry, baby. You just wanted to say hi and I shut you down," I gave him a little smile as I pulled him in for a tight hug. "You look very pretty in my hoodie,"
Harry wrapped his hands around me tightly as he put his head on my shoulder. "I just missed you so much this week I started putting on your clothes so I could smell like you," he said quietly.
I rubbed his back gently as I felt myself tearing up. "Mummy's been very busy this week, hasn't she? Not spent a lot of time with you,"
"Yeah. Very busy so I missed you loads and loads," Harry whimpered. "I, um was so excited for you to come home today cause it's the weekend now so you don't have to work, and neither do I," he continued.
"And I greeted you by snapping at you, oh honey," I said sadly, feeling awful. "I'm so excited to spend the next few days with you though. Just you and me," I mused as I pulled back slightly and stroked his cheeks with my thumbs. "I love you, baby. I hope you never doubt that for even a second," I told him as I looked him in the eyes.
Harry gave me a little smile. "I love you too," he replied before jumping slightly as the kettle started whistling, letting us know it was done. "Do you want your tea now or after your shower?" he asked as he turned around and reached out for my favorite teacup.
