Bewitching the Demon ✓ (GxG)

Fifteen

Early morning sunlight trickled through the windows and lit up the floor.

    The rain from the night prior had slowed down to a gentle sprinkle.

      Leslie turned in her sleep, casting her arm to the side and brushing the empty space beside her.

     "Mm…" Leslie began to mumble in her sleep. Where's Tomi?, she asked herself as she slowly blinked her eyes open.

     Leslie yawned, stretching a little. She rubbed her red eyes as she sat up. Then, she stretched her arms out above her before letting them return to her sides once more.

     Leslie let her eyes scan the room. "Tomi? Baby? Where'd you go?" She pushed the covers off of her before getting out of bed and standing up. She yawned once more. "Tomi?"

     Leslie moved out of the bedroom area and entered the main area of her dorm room. "Tomi?" She called again. She stopped when she saw the toddler writing on a piece of paper in the middle of the floor. "What are you drawing, baby?"

     "Not drawing," the three-year-old boy replied. "Writing."

     Leslie approached Tsvetomir before kneeling beside the little boy who was laying on his stomach, continuing to mark up the paper with a purple marker. She rubbed his back. "Well… What are you writing then, bud?"

     "A letter," Tomi answered his mother as he kicked his legs back and forth.

      A letter, huh? Leslie raised a dark eyebrow. "Alright. A letter to who?"

     "A stork," the little boy said.

     Leslie looked surprised by that. "A stork? Why?"

     "I'm asking him to bring me a little brother," Tomi replied as he continued to mark up the paper. "Or two… or three."

     "You… You want a bird to bring you younger siblings?" Leslie suppressed a laugh.

     "Yeah." Tomi nodded. "That's what they do. That's their job. They take them from a factory to your house when you write a letter requesting them to."

      Leslie bit her lip, still holding in a laugh as she continued to rub his back. She looked down at the ground. "Tomi…"

     "Yeah?" He hummed as he continued to write.

     "That's not how it works," Leslie responded as she looked back up at her son. "That's not how babies are made, bud."

      "What?" The little boy sat up quickly, dropping his marker. "What do you mean?"

       "I mean," Leslie began. "...they're not just 'made in a factory'."

      "Then how are they made?" The little boy asked, curiously, cocking his head to the side a little.

       "No… I'm not telling you this." Leslie shook her head. "You're too little to know this."

       "Nu-uh!" Tomi responded. "I'm a big boy, Mama. I can learn!"

       "Tomi… baby… You're three," Leslie responded. "You're not big. You're basically a baby to me."

     "I'm not a baby!" Tomi pouted.

     "Okay fine," the witch began. "Maybe you're not a baby… But you're still a very little boy. You're not ready to hear this."

     "Mama…" He groaned. "You can't just tell me that storks don't bring them from factories and then not tell me how they're really made."

     "Tomi, no," Leslie said.

      "Please…" Tomi begged.

     Leslie sighed. I guess I don't have to tell him every single detail…, she thought.

      "How was I made?" The toddler then asked his mother.

      Leslie sighed again. "Tomi… You were grown inside my…" She paused, not wanting to explain this to her son. "...belly."

     Tomi's red eyes grew wide. "Inside… your tummy? I was in there?"

     Leslie slowly nodded. "Yes… At one point you were."

     "How'd I get out?" He asked.

     "You were born." Leslie was well aware Tomi might not understand what she means by that. "But I'm not gonna go in depth about anything else. I've already told you way too much."

     "So… if you used magic… I could have a little brother?" The little boy asked.

      If by magic, you mean sex, then yes. "In theory, yeah but…" Leslie trailed off, just wishing they'd stop talking about this topic. "...It wouldn't just be my magic… It'd need a boy's magic too for that to work." Dammit! I hate this!

     "Well," Tomi started to say. "Then why can't you get a boy to do magic stuff with you."

     "Because Mama doesn't like boys like that," she replied.

     "But could you?" Tomi asked. "Could you like them for just a little bit? Please?"

      Leslie had never once thought about having a second child before today—-and the idea didn't seem very appealing to her at the moment. She groaned, standing up. "Tomi…"

      Tsvetomir stood too, continuing to beg. "Pretty please, Mama? I'll never ask you for anything again… Please?"

     "Tomi," she said, sternly. "I am not getting pregnant again just because you want to have a little brother. That's not gonna happen. Ever."

     "Mama…" Tomi began to say. "But what if it just happens?"

     Is my toddler seriously asking what my plan is if I accidentally get pregnant? Leslie groaned. "We'd cross that bridge when we get there… But I'm telling you right now, Tomi… There's no way that would happen. I'm only interested in women. …So that wouldn't accidentally happen."

    Tomi continued to stare up at his mother with big, upset, pleading eyes.

     "Tomi, no," Leslie repeated what she said before. "I'm not gonna have another child. Having one was already too much."

     "What?" Tomi then asked, looking more sad. "Did you not want me?"

      Leslie's heart instantly shattered when she saw the look on Tomi's face and the hurt in his voice. Fuck!, the witch mentally cursed. "No, no. I didn't mean that, baby. I wanted you, okay?"

     Tomi sniffled. "You promise?"

     "I promise," she told the little boy, softly, trying to reassure him. She kneeled down once more and pulled the boy into a tight embrace, stroking the back of his hair. "I love you."

     "I love you too," Tomi whispered to his mother.

     Leslie pulled back. "Please don't pout… You being sad makes me sad." She sighed. "How about I go get ice cream for us? Would that cheer you up?"

      Tomi lit up a little. "Okay."

      Leslie smiled as she stood again. "Okay, bud. I'll be back in a moment. Just stay put." She made her way over to the door just in time to hear a knock on the door. She froze.