"Mommy, where we going?" Ayden asked me. I was currently sitting in his closet and was going through clothes he might need. "We are going out of town this weekend." I told him. He nodded and started talking about something that happened in day care that day. I tried to listen to him, but I couldn't help the thoughts that crept into my head. I had a feeling Marcel's mother would hate me. "Mommy!" Ayden exclaimed as he pointed to something next to me. I jumped as I looked. It was a rubber spider. He was laughing so hard. "You think this is funny, Mister?" I asked as he started running away. I hopped up and chased him, "I'm gonna catch you!" He was giggling too much and I caught him in the living room. "Tickle time." I exclaimed. I tickled his sides as he laughed. "Ayden! I know Mommy is ticklish too!" Marcel told him. My eyes went wide. Oh no! I tried to escape but Marcel grabbed me. He tickled me instantly and Ayden joined him. "Stop!" I yelled between laughs. It felt like eternity before they finally stopped. Marcel leaned down and kissed me. "Yuck!" Ayden said before he ran away. "Thanks for telling our son that I am ticklish." I rolled my eyes at him as I sat up. He leaned over to kiss me again, "I had to think of something to make you smile again." I looked down at my hands, "I'm just scared she is going to hate me." He lifted my chin to look at him, "She is not going to hate you. My mother is one of the most reasonable people on this planet." I scoffed, "Is she reasonable enough to understand our situation?" "Possibly." He told me. "I'm just scared about this whole thing." I confessed. "Whatever happens won't change the way I feel about you or Ayden. I love you both with all of my heart." He kissed my forehead. "I like hearing you say that." I smiled. "I like it more when you say it back." He smirked. I rolled my eyes, "I love you Marcel." "Much better." He whispered before he kissed me yet again. I ran my fingers through his curls. "Ugh, get a room you guys!" Harry said as he popped out of no where. "Is he coming with us this weekend?" I whispered to Harry. "Unfortunately." He replied. Oh great.
