You rolled over on your bed so you were laying flat on your back. You heard to footsteps that were trying to be quiet by failed but you pretended to be asleep.
You felt a little body on yours that started to crawl up you. You knew who it was when a little hand started to touch your lips. You opened up your eyes and saw your little boy concentrated on your face, studying you.
"Happy Mothers Day," Your husband Mark whispered setting a case of flowers next to you on your bedside table. You really couldn't be any happier, you woke up to seeing your beautiful son looking at you and your husband giving you colorful flowers.
"Thanks you," you said and stood up holding your son with one arm and wrapped your other around Mark.
"Thank you for everything," you said.
"You deserve it, you carried my child, you married my goober ass, and you take care of your child. You deserve a day about yourself," he kissed you on the lips.
"Eh!" Your son squealed and put his tiny hand between your lips.
You really couldn't ask for anything better in a million years.
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It's Mother's Day in the U.S. So I wanted to write something today!
