Chapter 1
"Take care, honey," I said planting a kiss on him
Him: 9 hours without touching this body of yours. I don't know if I can take it.
He said, looking at my eyes while his hands were wandering over my body.
I kissed him again and smiled "You can call me during your lunch break if you miss me" I added "Here's your lunch bag honey"
Him: thank you, baby. Don't forget to wake up my good-for-nothing son. Even though he has a class today, that dummy doesn't wake up when the alarm goes off.
"Don't worry, baby, I will make sure he shows up for class today," I said.
He hugs me: I'm going to leave right now baby. Get some rest if you didn't sleep well
"I'm fine baby. I have to run some errands"
I shut the door and thought to myself "Alex is such an affectionate man, he always makes me blush, unlike my ex-husband who was cold and constantly made me feel like shit. This is my happy ending. I don't ever want to lose him, and I will do my best to make his son like me. He probably thinks that I'm trying to replace his mom and steal his dad from him" I sigh and head to Dylan's room. I knocked on the door "Daylan, are you awake?" I feel lowkey nervous entering a young man's bedroom but it seems like he's a heavy sleeper, so I slowly open the door. I approach his bed, I don't want to make him uncomfortable. It looks like he is still sleeping. He's as handsome as his father I must say, good genes run in the family. I chuckle.
"Daylan, wake up, you have a class today. Dylan.."
Daylan opens his eyes and looks at me in silence. He is probably wondering what I'm doing in his room.
"Daylan, I.. you need to go to class," I said in a trembling voice. He pushes his blanket away, and I notice he's wearing nothing but boxers
"I'm .. gonna leave now. Please get up" I said nervously, while looking away. Dylan grabs my wrist
Dylan: thank you for looking after me.
He gets up from the bed
Dylan: I need your help, Amelia
"M..my help?" He's so tall for a 19-year-old. his father is very tall himself, but damn, was his mom a tall beautiful lady?
Dylan: can you help me pick clothes?
"Dylan, aren't you an adult? Why can't you pick your clothes" I asked him, trying to sound as firm as I could be
Dylan: you're right, Amelia
He smiles softly and adds: my mother used to pick my clothes for me, so sometimes, I wish I was still a child and she's still around, preparing my clothes every morning.
I see, poor Dylan. Losing his mom at such a young age must be very traumatizing and lonely for a child. I should be more patient with him. I'm still new to this family so I need to prove myself
"Fine, Dylan, let's pick you some clothes"
Dylan: thank you, Amelia
He smiles and opens his closet
Dylan: which one should I wear, Amelia?
He asked holding a plain white shirt and an olive green T-shirt
"They both look great, Dylan. The white shirt looks professional and the green one is nice too"
Dylan puts the olive green one back in the closet and says: white goes with anything. You can never go wrong with white.
I smiled "You're right, Dylan. I love white too!"
Dylan: can I ask for more favor, Amelia?
I sigh "Yes"
Dylan: can you help me button this shirt
Why is he doing this? I feel so embarrassed.
"Dylan ..I think you should stop fooling around"
Dylan: please, Amelia
I sigh "Fine" begrudgingly
I start buttoning his shirt. It feels wrong being this close to a naked man, especially my husband's son, but I need to make him like me
He grabs my arms after I finish buttoning his shirt and says: thank you, Amelia. You're cute when you're so nervous
My face turns red "You're welcome Dylan. Now hurry and put on your pan..."
He catches me off guard and lifts me so my head is on the same level as his
"What are you doing?! Put me down"
Dylan smiles and says: you're so tiny compared to me, Amelia
"I'm telling your father. Put me down!"
He laughs at me and says: I only wanted Amelia to kiss me on the cheek since she's playing the mom role so well.
I indeed want to be accepted by him but he's messing with me right now.
I kissed his cheek and he let go of me
"Dylan please just go to your class. I'm very uncomfortable"
Dylan: I'm sorry Amelia, I just wanted you to kiss me like my mom used to. Don't worry I'm going to piss off right now.
Do I remind him of his deceased mother that much? Maybe I overreacted. He is just a kid, right?
I won't overanalyze this interaction
