My Melanin luna

Jon bridge is falling down

"Thrup!."
I wake up as soon as I heard a loud thrup and loud cries fill my bedroom. I sit up, faster than I knew possible, looking around the small room trying to find way the cries come from.

" Mo-mommy" A small cry comes from the floor of my bedroom. I look down at the floor to see that my little baby boy was on the floor.

Oh so that's where the loud thrup, comes from. "Jon what are you doing on the floor" I asked him in a shocked tone, getting off the bed.

"You kicked me off the bed" Jon exclaims, whooping his wet cheek. That's the second time this week that he fell off the bed. The pain of having a bed that's only made for one person.

"Aww my poor baby" I sign in a fake childish voice, picking him up from the floor. I was always a fighter in my sleep, I just can't help it. Some people says that it looks like if I'm box fighting.

"I'm hungry mommy" Jon says before rubbing his watery eyes.

"Now what would my little king wants, for breakfast" I say, running my hands in his hair. Unlike me Jon have soft curly hair, when I have a big mess on my head.

" Pancakes" Jon yells excitedly.

"Ok Jon, go an put your clothes." I said to him, putting him down on the bed, an then walking into the bathroom.

" Oh I'm a mess" I laughed to myself. My dark brown eyes, had little life in it, an my black hair looks like a nest on top, of my head.

I get changed out of my PJs and into some black ripped shinny jeans with a white crop top. I head out of the bathroom, an meet Jon by the door.

"You ready baby boy" I smirk slipping on my one vans.

"Ready for PANCAKES" Jon yelled, with his hands raised. That's the only, thing that this boy would really eat, if it was anything else, you would have to sit down with him for hours for him to really eat.

"Pancakes, it is then" I sigh walking out of our apartment, an off we went.