Trusting Him...

Chapter 3

8:00pm:

An unnecessarily long groan leaves my lips as I throw myself back onto the worn out sofa that had come with the house. Finally, some peace and quiet. Closing my eyes I lean my head back, resting it on the couch. New state, new house, new life. A tiny smile sneaks up on my face, that little mantra always manages to calm me. 

"Bun butt!!!!" My little boy flings himself onto my lap. Making an 'oof' sound I reflexively catch him. Cracking an eye open I look down at him, his black wavy hair, which is in a desperate need of a haircut, sticks out from all different directions. His big, brown eyes are filled with a gazillion questions and the innocence that only children are capable of carrying. I can't help but grin when looking at him, at least when he's not doing any sort of mess. 

"What's up, Casanova?" I ask, using the nickname I gave him since the day he was born. He in turn, calls me bun butt, which isn't as pleasant as Casanova but to him it's the best thing to describe me. 

"Can we watch a scary movie?!" He bounces up and down in my lap, his knees digging into my thighs. It's one of my tickle spots so instead of answering him I jerk up and let out a mixture of a laugh and yelp. "Hayden!!!" 

He quickly moves so his knees are resting on the couch and straddling my thighs, hysterically laughing he wraps his skinny arms around my neck. "sorry, mommy." Hayden pokes his tongue out to lick the top of my nose as a type of apology. He's such a sweet but odd ball, probably gets that from me. 

Wiggling my fingers I bring them to his sides, he absolutely hates being tickled. One time he accidentally smashed his foot against my forehead, when I wouldn't stop the torture. I watch as his face transforms into an alarmed expression, his cute button nose flaring and his thin eyebrows furrowing. Diving out of my grasp he rolls onto the floor, landing in some strange Airbender position. 

"No scary movies tonight. I don't want you being afraid of sleeping in your room tonight." I say, moving to get up from the couch. So much for some quiet. 

He puffs up his chest and twists his lips into an angry expression, "I'm a grown boy, mommy! Grown boys aren't scared of anything." If there's one thing about Hayden, it's his love for scary movies... Or scary anything. It's the only thing I can say he had in common with his father. They're both fanatics about it. Even though, unlike most kids, Hayden isn't scared easily. It's a new house, and this move was a foreign thing for him, I don't want him to be afraid tonight. 

I crouch down to his level, stroking his hair back out of his face. "Tell you what, baby. Tonight we'll take you a bath, and then I'll read you a new bed time story. Tomorrow, we'll watch a scary movie with dinner, okay?"

His nose scrunches up, it's what he does when he's thinking about something, "Mmmmokaayy, bun butt."  

Smacking a kiss on his forehead, I begin to stand back up. He takes his chance and jumps on my back, almost knocking us both to the ground. "PIGGY RIDE!!" He yells. Chuckling, I play along and run around the living room with him clinging onto my back. 

"Woah!" Skylar exclaims, taking a step back as I race past her.

"Teetee Sky, it's bath time!!!" Hayden say's  all giggly. 

We don't hear her response as we reach Hayden's room, which is situated directly across mine. 

"Alright, Casanova, what's the choice of pjs tonight?" I huff out as I drop him on his twin sized bed. 

"DINOSAUR! DINOSAUR! DINO-SUAARR!" He roars, deepening his voice to make himself sound more 'intimidating.'  Aah, yes, his beloved green onesie that looks like a tiny Dinosaur custom. It's got the long spiked tail, and everything.