Mommy?

8

"Lucas! Absolutely not okay! Get your butt back here!" I yell as he runs away from the park giggling. He's been being a brat since I told him we couldn't get ice cream until after we go the park and only if he's good. He's being rude and running off and not being obedient. If he were mine, and I had any authority over him, he would be getting a spanking when we got home.

I don't know what to do about his misbehavior. He's never acted up like this.  I don't wanna threaten to take him home because of his issues with his dad, but that's what it's coming to.

I finally catch up to him and grab his arm, trying to be firm without hurting him.

"Go get in my car, right now. I have to dab the stuff I dropped chasing after you." I glare at him.

"No! I wanna keep playing!"

"Too bad."

"NOOOO-" I clamp my hand over his mouth and he whines.

"Get your ass in that car or I swear to god." I growl. He looks slightly taken aback, but clenches his teeth.

"No." I practically drag him to my car as he fights me but I'm not very happy with him so I don't listen to his arguments. I open the car door and pick him up, putting him in and closing and locking the door.

I go and grab the phone and keys and wallet I dropped and go back to my car to see him glaring at the dash.

I start driving towards his house and he immediately notices.

"No! I don't wanna go home! No no no!" He yells.

"Quiet!" I snap and he glares at me.

"NO!" I slam on the breaks when the light suddenly turns red and I growl.

I turn around and go to my house instead, not wanting to deal with his yelling.

As soon as I'm there, i get out without worrying about Luke, he'll follow. I'm too mad to deal with him right now, I might do something.

I immediately go into my room and close the door, flipping down on my bed. God, the part making me mad isn't that he's acting up, it's that I can't do anything about it.

Really, I'm mad because it's felt like he was mine for weeks and now I feel like I'd be passing boundaries to try and do anything as punishment, even just timeout. I want him to be mine and I want him to call me mommy and I want to take care of him. He's not mine. I don't think he's ready to be mine.

I sigh and get up, grabbing my keys and going into the living room.

"I'm taking you home." I say as I head towards the door.

"No! Delilah!"

"No, Luke. I don't wanna hang out with  you when you're acting like a brat."

"Please don't take me home, Delilah!"

"If I don't take you home, I'm going to punish you, do you understand me? I'm not letting you get away with acting like this."

He thinks for a second and I watch him with an eyebrow raised.

"I don't wanna go home." He mumbles. "You can punish me."

I sigh.

"Go sit in the stool in the corner of the kitchen for a bit. I need a minute." I go back into my room when I see him waddle into the kitchen.

He agreed to let me punish him. Obviously I'm not going to do anything too harsh. Maybe a spanking. I don't think just timeout is enough. He was such a brat.