And I’m going to be in big trouble.
I woke up this morning in the best way possible. I was lying on my side, cuddled up into my pillow, when I felt soft, gentle fingers gliding over my cheek. I opened my eyes slowly and looked through the hazy first light of morning into warm, chocolate irises focused right on me. Those soft, little fingers continued to caress my cheek and I smiled when I heard the sweetest words on the planet. “I wuv you, mom.”
Of course, then the DH shattered the whole serene moment when he rolled over on his side of the bed, hooked an arm over the 2-yr old Gremlin who had climbed in between us in the middle of the night and said, “Hey, boy. That’s my woman. Watch it.”
This little guy is going to be trouble. I can see it now. Of all my Gremlins he is the most charming, the most sweet, the one who will undoubtedly turn into a class-A lover. He can anger me with one action – like when he throws his Power Rangers into the toilet and has a flush-fest – and he can disarm me with one of those crooked little smiles of his. He knows he’s the most adorable thing on the planet and he knows just how to work it to get what he wants. And when he runs in front of me, holds up his arms and says, “I hold you,” I melt every time. He’s going to make some woman extremely happy one day. I just feel sorry for all the hearts he’s going to break along the way.
Can you tell I’m editing the sappy emotional black moment of my book? Argh. I think I’m going to cry.