Mama's boy

Chapter 1

A/N: 2023! I'm bringing this story back after years thanks to so many of you checking in and never stopping asking about it. It truly means the world to me how much love this story got and keeps on getting, I hope you all enjoy it!!
I'm compromising between correcting old mistakes (English is my second language) and leaving it as is to not lose the comments on the paragraphs so please be kind if something sounds odd.
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When I woke up, the first thing I saw was the bunch of ruffled hair beside me, covering my favorite face in the whole world. With his butt raised from the mattress because of his legs bent under his tummy, I looked at him and smiled. Every time he slept in the fetal position, all the memories of his first year of life floated into my mind. He used to always sleep like that when he was still in his diaper.

I picked up my phone to see that the alarm would go off in half an hour. There was no use in trying to go back to sleep now, so I just got up to take a shower and make some breakfast.

I decided to get myself ready for my college class when I heard the sound of tiny feet entering the kitchen. Like every single morning, he was still in his underwear, with his eyes half-closed. He started dragging a chair in front of the kitchen counter and climbed on it to grab a bowl from the cabinet.

"I made you some eggs, sleepyhead," I told him.

He had a big smile, whipping his head to see the plate on the table. "Good morning and thank you, but I want some cereal too" he replied in the cutest morning voice. I thought about how proud I was of his manners.

There was nothing to discuss, so I just picked him up in one arm, taking the chair with the other, and settled him in front of his plate. After leaving a kiss on his head, I brought him his cereal and the milk box.

I was ready to go to college, so I peeked into the kitchen to see him standing again on the chair to put the dirty dishes in the sink and wondered how I got so lucky. I scooped him up in my arms and planted kisses all over his face, getting a beautiful laugh from him. "Mooom, stop it! You're gonna get your lipstick everywhere!" he tried arguing between laughs.

As soon as I stopped to look at my work of art, I noticed his big smile fade into a focused expression. He grabbed my chin with his hand.

"Hold still," he huffed with an intent frown, tongue between his teeth while he gently brushed the skin around my lips with his finger to fix my smeared makeup.

He looked proud of his job and after pushing his long hair away from his face, he gave me the fastest peck on my lips and another big smile.

I combed his hair back with one hand, sitting on the couch with him on my lap. "Don't we need to shorten this a little bit?"

He shrugged and then shook his head. "Not yet".

Honestly I didn't mind his long hair. He liked it like that and it looked good on him. People stopped mistaking him for a girl a while ago and little kids look all the same, so it has never been a problem.

Most of all, I loved the way he pushed it all back with both hands when it got too much in his face, the little hair flip that he made naturally every once in a while and even the way he would put them behind his ears, when he was busy drawing or eating.

I hugged him tight to my chest, looking at the time, knowing in a few moments his babysitter would show up to help him get ready for preschool. I knew my day would be spent thinking about him and what he may be doing, but isn't being a mom supposed to be like that?

We both dozed off in our typical morning embrace, so we jumped in surprise when somebody knocked on the door. He quickly ran to it.

"Who's there?" he asked, before putting his ear against the door. He knew he couldn't open it, if he didn't know who was on the other side, and he couldn't open it at all, if I wasn't there with him.