Our Way With Words (Elizabeth Olsen x Reader)

Chapter 1: New client

"Okay Mathew you were great today and thank you for sharing" You said as you held your hand out to the younger boy. Mathew was the one of your 5 clients. The boy smiled up at you showing his piercing blue eyes so you smiled back at him noticing the 10 year olds missing front tooth. "Thanks Mrs Hugo, is my mommy outside?" He asked. You shook your head with a grinning smile "yeah she should be outside for you and remember it's Miss Hugo not Mrs" Mathew nodded frantically before turning around and running down the hallway past your kitchen and out the door to meet his mother.

The warmth you felt knowing that not only hours ago his head hung low when his mother brought him to your front door for another session and now as he leaves he was running with a smile on his face and more talkative than before. You knew it would take a while for Mathew to fully get over the truma and fears he got from his parents divorce/fighting but he was getting better. Slowly.

Your turned around now facing the brown door with the words "office" imbedded in it. Yes you had your own office in your house. You loved it that way so that you didn't have to drive an hour away just to get to a session on time and also because you tended to sleep in but most importantly it gave your clients a sense of calmness, knowing that their therapist brought them into their home, a comfortable and homy place to let go of all their feelings and emotions and just talk.

You glanced at the clock on the wall. 2:30pm you and Mathew finished your session on time today which was great, meaning you could lounge about all day and just rela- "MOMMY"

Oh yeah Tristan, you had totally forgotten you put your 5 year old son down for a nap right before your session. "Yes buba?" You heard his feet patter against the wooden stairs.

Your home wasn't a mansion nor was it too small. It had only 2 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms two upstairs and one downstairs. Which was very convenient for you when you moved out of your last home-

The one you shared.

It was convenient since Tristan was getting older and needed his own space so giving him that spare bedroom was a miracle.  Your house had a open floor plan meaning your kitchen and living room were connected and your office was right next to it and then next to that was the bathroom and up those wooden stairs was you and your sons room along with the other two main bathrooms.

Once Tristan made his way down the stairs he ran full speed towards you. You quickly opened your arms and let him engulf you in a loving and surprising hug. "Did you have a good nap bubs?"
The 5 year old nodded as you stroked his brown hair.

His mother cut his hair only a few weeks ago and it was already growing back. You weren't surprised thou, it was definitely a gene he got from your ex.

"I wanna eat cupcakes" Tristan said as you let him out of the hug. You smiled down at him noticing he changed out of the clothes you put him in this morning to now a blue dinosaur shirt and some green shorts but wait-

"Tristan why are your shorts on the wrong way?" Tristan looked down at his shorts finally noticing the small mistake he made but also realising why he felt uncomfortable in them. "Oh" you laughed loudly at your sons antics "yes oh is right, come here let me help you" you grabbed him and began to help him switch the shorts around. You then walked over to the kitchen still holding him in your arms which he found hilarious because you happened to be holding him over your shoulder. "Mama put me down"

"Oh did I hear something" his giggle played loudly in your left ear making you smile wide "Mama!! It's me I'm making noises" you quickly pulled on your deep thinking face and put your other hand on your hip "hmm I swear I could hear something maybe it's just my imagination, anyways what do I want to eat"

"CUPCAKES MAMA, CUPCAKES"

You smiled wider as you opened the fridge "hmm how about some macaroni yeah that sounds wonderful"  Tristan wiggled more until he found an opening and jumped onto the kitchen counter whilst you grabbed the ingredients you needed to make the macaroni. "No I want cupcakes mama"