The next morning I wake up to the smell of bacon and no Brandon in the bed next to me. I wake myself up by washing my face in our bathroom before going into Sammy's room where he is just starting to wake. I walk in and sit next to him.
"Morning mummy" He says with a sleep smile on his gorgeous face. God I'd do anything for him to stay this sweet little age.
"Morning my little man" I answer sweeping back his morning hair.
"Can I tell you something?" He asks asthough its something really important to him.
"Of course you can buddy" I say taking his hand in mine "You can tell me anything in the whole world, whenever. You know that?"
"I know mummy. I just..." He looks down at his hands looking like he doesnt know if he shoul finish his sentence but then look back up at me "I dont want to make you sad by saying this but.....when you aren't sad anymore. I'd be ok with a sister OR brother" He finally tells me with THE sweetest smile.
"Oh Sammy. Thankyou buddy, that didnt make me sad. You just made my day" I tell him pulling him into my arms. "But it doesnt how many brothers or sisters you ever get. You're my one and only little man"
"I dont mind if you have little men. We can be your protectors" He replies holding his arms up like he's flexing his muscles. I let out a loud laugh and he joins in before we hear Brandon behind me.
"Whats going on up here?" He asks walking in with the tea towel over his shoulder from cooking breakfast.
"Oh our little muscle man here is going to be my protector with all his brothers when they're older" I tell Brandon and I see a sparkle in his eyes when he realises I'm not as broken as he thought.
"Well Im glad we've got a little warrior on our hands" He replies lifting Sammy up onto his shoulders making Sammy giggles "Come on you two crazies. Brekkies ready" He pretends to be a plane with Sammy going downstairs to the kitchen and I follow behind him catching myself in the mirror as I pass. I look down at my flat stomach. 'one day' I think to myself. One day our family will be complete.
After breakfast we all get ready and go out to the mini golf place to have a game together.
"Alright daddy your turn" Sammy says coming back to my side holding his stick with pride after just getting the ball in the whole before Brandon.
"Ok, ok, I got this" He answers and Sammy jsut giggles. He's been saying that the last 10 holes and still has had to kick the ball in. He hits it and then again and again and again and again and finally he gets it in. Sammy's trying to hold in his laughter while Brandons trying to do the same with his patience for this game.
"How about some lunch?" I say breaking this little competitive war between my two boys.
"Yeahh!!!! Im sooo hungry" Sammy says dramatically while rubbing his stomach.
"Maybe you were getting too many balls in unlike daddy" I reply smirking at Brandon and he then drops his stick with a shocked look on his face. I then realise his motive. He runs up to me and tickles me til I cant breathe anymore and finally stops.
"Now Sammy. Is there anything you would like to say about my putting?" Brandon asks look at Sammy with a smile on his face. Sammy quickly shakes his head and pretends to zip his lips and throw away the key. "Good choice" I cant help but giggle as we head inside to pick what we want to eat. How am I this lucky.
We all eat our lunch and finish another few holes before heading home to rest up. Sammy falls asleep on the way home so Brandon takes him to his room to let him nap for a little longer. Brandon is going to help Sammy build a little go kart thing for them to ride together. He wanted to get him a little kid quad bike but thats where I drew the line. Sorry not happening.
"So I've been thinking and it actually works out cheaper to buy a quad then to make a kart" Brandon says slowly while not taking his eyes of the tv cause he can tell Im watching him.
"And like I said. I'd rather pay more for you two to make a kart that cant go fast then to pay less for something that can speed off and he can fall and break something" I explain to Brandon for the millionth time.
"Oh come on. You dont seriously think he would break an arm on it do you? So many kids have them and do not get injuries from them"
"I dont care. I told you, you can make one with him but he cant have a propper one until he's older. Deal?" I say hoping he doesnt go buy one anyway
"Please dont make me promise that...."
"Brandon!" I snap
"Ok fine. I will not buy him a quad" He says a little to ok with the situations. He has something up his sleeve and I dont like it.
"I mean it Brandon. No tricks. I dont want that little boy getting hurt" I tell him in a serious tone.
"I promise Sammy will not get hurt" He then adds.
"He better not Brandon. I cant handle anything happening to him. Also I forgot to mention. Robert keeps trying to get me to come over to his. Do you reckon we should go?" I ask hoping Brandon will know the right thing to do. Im not sure if I should even give Robert the time of day let alone sit at a family fucking lunch with him.
"Its really up to you babe but I know Sammy would probably like Sophia and they could play with each other"
"Babe. Shes like 16 or something.....he's 4"
"He loves playing with anyone" Brandon then corrects me and I realise he's right and Im just making excuses.
"Yeah. I guess your right but can you call him. I just dont feel like talking to him today but know if it doesnt get organised today Im going to be forever putting it off" I explain to Brandon. Which is completely true. Not only do I not want to talk to him at all but i will never call him to make lunch plans if Brandon doesnt step in and make the plans.
"Okay. I'll call him before Sammy wakes up" He says pulling me into his arms.
"Thankyou" I grip his shirt tighter just wanting to hold him.
To Be Continued.....
