A Summer to Remember

Mom.

Justin's pov:

"let me make you dinner!"

"What are we doing tonight?"

"Want to watch a movie?"

"Did you brush your teeth?"

I love my mom but she can be kind of... What's the word... Attached. I'm 19. I can take care of myself now. I am a husband and a father. I take care of my family also.

I feel like I do pretty good.

Yn wrapped her arm around me and placed her head in the crook of my neck so I could feel her breath run down my bare chest.

"Yn?" I broke the silence.

She moaned back with her eyes closed.

"Does my mom annoy you at all?" I asked her. I want her truthful answer. She doesn't need to act like she likes her. Or isn't annoyed by her anyways.

She raised her head and looked at me with a confused face.

"Why would you ask me that?" She asked me. Clearly confused. Her chest resting on top of mine so I could feel every breath she made, every beat of her heart.

I raised my shoulders. "Well she's kind of attached. Don't you think?"

"She's your mom. It's her job." Yn rolled her eyes.

"Well obviously I can take care of myself!" I shouted, probably too loud.

Yn stared at me with a hurt look.

What I just said could've been taken the wrong way.

"I didn't mean it like that. I meant that I don't need my mother taking care of me. I can take care of her if anything. I mean look at me. I have a precious daughter and a beautiful wife. I feel like we're doing pretty good." I sat up in the bed.

Yn followed me and sat up too.

She hugged me, "you're doing a fantastic job, baby."

I turned my head to see a beautiful lady in front of me.

How can I resist?

I leaned in and she knew exactly what was coming.

Justin kisses!

Our lips collided. But only for a second.

Sweet, short kiss. No need to get naughty in front of our baby. Who is in the crib right next to our bed.

She's actually a pretty quiet baby. No crying. Which is good!

I have the best family ever.