Mama's Boy

Back home

*Riley*

After a long week we can finally go back home. Mommy took today off because she wanted to make sure the house was clean.

When we get back home, I look around and wait for chase but he doesn't come...

"Mama, chawse doggie.. Gwone" I whine softly.

"Chase is at the Vet dove, he still needs to heal because Charlie hurt him remember?" She crouches down, even though she explains it I don't understand...

"Doggie, mama, doggie" I whine again. Mama picks me up because I start crying, who can blame me. My dog isn't here! Russo is just looking around the house in amazement, I can't say I blame him. Our home when we were younger was a shit house that was falling apart at the seems. This house is much nicer.

"We live here?" Russo says in awe. Mommy nods and he runs upstairs.

"Slow down, slow down" Mommy says to Russo as he runs quickly. The rooms that used to be Charlie and Leah's room are different now. Mommy puts me down and we take a look in Charlie's old room, it's been remade into a playroom. With toys, teddies and the room is half blue and half yellow. The blue side has my name is cursive, the yellow side has Russo's name in the same handwriting. It's got so many toys and a swing and a mini trampoline.

In Leah's old room it's pained white with a yellow back wall. It has a crib and a changing table like my room but a bit different. Russo walks in slowly. Unlike my crib though the front wall can be dropped so he can climb in and out if he wants. His room has teddies in the crib, a sewn white blanket. Hand painted hearts along the rim of the crib. He looks amazed.

"Is this all mine..." He asks quietly. Mommy nods and he smiles slightly.. "Thank you" He says as he bundles towards her and she swings him up into the air. You can tell he didn't want too but couldn't help but giggle.

*Russo*

"Riley baby, pop pop is picking you up to spend time with you today" Emily says but I don't understand... Riley doesn't mind and gets his shoes on. Emily's dad comes and gets Riley so it's just me and Emily.

"Why did Riley go but I didn't... Am I in trouble?" I say nervously.

"No, no. I thought having a day just the two of us might be good for you. Why don't we make some cookies" She is talking so sweetly to me, I have never baked before so I'm really nervous, I don't want her to yell at me of I burn something. "What's wrong honey" I didn't realize she had crouched down.

"I-Im just worried, I have never baked before because it's for babies and bitches" I mumble. That's what my dad had always taught me. I have never learned how to cook, bake, clean because it was for 'babies and bitches'

"That's not true. Just try it and you might like it hm?" She suggests, I nod with a small smile. I'm barely tall enough to reach the kitchen island table before a stepping stool is put next to me. I stand on it and I feel tall again, she puts an apron on me and helps me clean my hands.

She guides me through each step, the dough is so squishy but it's actually really cool. I love baking! I get to make all these different shapes with the dough when it's firmer.

She puts them in the oven for me. I would have done it myself but it was nice to be taken care of.

"How about a movie while the cookies bake honey" She suggests so I nod. I was going to take the apron off but Emily does it for me and even carries me to her bedroom to watch TV. She let's me cuddle into her as well! "What do you want to watch"

"Horror, it's my favorite" I tell her.

"Are you sure that's not too big for you honey?" She asks but I just shake my head no. She puts on IT which I had never seen before but it has a clown in it apparently and I love clowns.

I didn't last longer than 10 minutes with that movie on... I don't like clowns anymore they are scary. It scared me so badly I started to cry loudly and Emily had to cradle me to get me to calm down. My head is laying on her breast as I watch TV, we are now watching Barbie :princess charm school... Shockingly better than I thought it would be.

"Come on honey, let's go take out the cookies" She whispers in my ear and kisses my head. Which makes me feel even better. When we get to the kitchen she can't find the oven mitt, but do you really need it. The oven door is open so I grab the tray to take it out immediately letting go and screaming in pain.

I'm crying and screaming. "OWIE, IT HURTS" my hands burn a lot, it's so sore. Emily grabs two cloths and runs cold water on them, gently wrapping the cooling cloths on my brining palms. My tears are reduced to sniffles as the pain starts to subside, luckily the cookies weren't ruined so it wasn't all bad.

"My poor baby, how are your hands?" She says sweetly, I get why Riley calls her mommy she is very sweet and caring, everything I thought a mommy would be.

"T-they are better" I whimper as my hands sting under the cold wraps. All I can think is how different these things were when I was growing up. Dad telling me to man up, mom not really talking to me because she wasn't allowed. Feeling like I fucked up... "I'm so sorry, i-i just want wanted-" I try to explain but she just shushes me gently, she is knelt behind me and pulls me into a cradle position, I'm still quite tall so it's a bit uncomfortable but I don't mind...

"It's okay Honey. You make mistakes and as long as your okay. Nothing is ruined and it's all okay, mommy has you" She whispers in my ear softly, my backs being rubbed and my head is positioned into her neck. She has a gentle sweet scent and as silly as this sounds her words make me feel better.

"E-Emily"

"Yes honey?"

"C-Can I call you... M-Mommy too?"

"Of course you can honey, now let's have cookies"