𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 [𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜]

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐟𝐟

"Mommy..." Ren taps your face. Lately he's picked up the bad habit of waking you up earlier than you're supposed to, and it's getting on your nerves. The first morning was because he was hungry, but lately it's because he's bored and wants to spend time with you– You understand where he's coming from, you two barely spend time together and the early morning is the only time you can actually do something, but you barely sleep and you appreciate every minute of rest.

"Let's sleep some more, buddy." You tell him, wrapping your arm around him and cuddling him. You need to save up all your energy for tonight, after all, you're going out with people you don't want to go out with. You talked to your mother to take care of Ren since she's feeling better, you also wanted to give the nanny the night off since she has her own family to take care of.

"I'm not sleepy, mommy." He answers while your hand begins to pet his hair. You hope that it'll help him sleep, but once Ren wakes up, it's hard to get him to go back to sleep. He gives you around five minutes– Five minutes in his mind, but it's actually a minute of extra sleep before he says, "Can we play, mommy?"

"Baby, I'm so tired." You whine, and he worms out of your embrace. You hear him walk away, and just as you're succumbing to slumber, you hear a squeaky toy in your ear. You finally open your eyes, and you look at the little boy who looks at you with doe eyes. He just really misses you and wants to spend time with you. You get up and you begin to walk to the bathroom, "Brush your teeth before anything, Ren."

"Okay!" He yells before he runs behind you to brush his teeth. And like that, your day gets started.

You eat breakfast, play a little with Ren, then you make lunch for the two of you, and after you play a little more, and by a little more, you mean for the rest of the day. You're tired of playing, but he's just so happy while he plays with you. When you finally get him to watch a show and relax, there's a knock on the door and then someone rings the doorbell; you know it's your mother, meaning that it's time for you to start getting ready and actually start your day.

You open the door, and your mother engulfs you with a hug. You hug her back, a smile coming to your face as you feel her arms around you. The smile fades as you remember that you have to go out. And your stupid self agreed to go out clubbing with them afterwards. Maybe you can cancel last minute, but you're not sure that Mrs. Gojo would be too happy with you.

She walks inside, pulling away from the hug. She calls out Ren's name, and the little boy goes running to his grandmother. He hugs her, and you smile as you watch the exchange. You close the door and you tell them, "I'll start getting ready."

They ignore you as you walk to your room and to the bathroom to take a shower and begin getting ready. You try not to spend too much time getting ready because you tell yourself that you're not trying to impress anyone... But you are, and even though you try not to spend too much time on your makeup, you do. You take too long picking out an outfit and matching shoes. You're not even going to comment on accessories– You don't have a lot to pick from, yet you struggle with which ones to put on.

While you decide on the earrings, your mother walks into the room. You don't notice her, focused on your reflection on the mirror. You're startled when she says, "This is a nice apartment."

"I know. I like this better than staying at her house." You share, and she chuckles in response.

"I can only imagine the nightmare she is. Worse with age." She responds, and you hum in response. You finally decide on the earrings and you put them on.

"She's not so bad with Ren. Absolutely adores that boy, that I can say." You tell her. You finally turn to look at her, a sigh leaving your lips before you roll your eyes just thinking of Mrs. Gojo. "She wants to make my life miserable though. I have no idea why she wants me to go out with her son and friends. She probably just wants me to be miserable."