“Mommy!" My five, now six year old son Mitch yelled from down stairs. Yesterday,was his birthday.
"Hold on, sweetheart!” I called. I put on a lavender, layered shirt to hide my tummy. I was pregnant.
Ben, of course didn’t know yet.
“Come on love, we set up before his little friends get there!” Ben yelled impatiently. “Will you two hold your horses?” I growled as I jogged down the steps. I grabbed my purse. Mitch stood next to his father, going up to his lower thigh.
My boy was tall for his age.
The two were both scrubbed clean, Ben in a grey wife beater with dark blue skinny jeans and his boots on, his wild hair the same.
Mitch had on a red shirt and khaki shorts, his red converse tied perfectly. His hair, looked exactly like his fathers. I smiled at the two, and we walked out.
We were driving to the park, where we were holding Mitch’s party. I held Ben’s hand as I drove. “Jesus, what takes you so long, (Y/N)?” Ben joked.
I rolled my eyes, and ignored him. “Mommy? Are you mad?” Mitch asked from the back seat. I glanced at him in the rear view mirror. “No baby! I’m not mad! I’m just tired.” I smiled.
When we got there, I unstrapped Mitch from his booster seat, and we got out of the car. I grabbed the pizza boxes, and the cooler filled with juice boxes and water bottles.
“Hey love, I’ve got those.” Ben grabbed them from my arms, and took them to our picnic area. I grabbed the cake, and set it down next to the pizza boxes.
It was hectic, little children running around, screaming everywhere. “Happy birthday, Mitch.” A little girl smiled shyly, handing him a box wrapped in red wrapping paper.
“Thanks, Jo." The girl leaned in and pecked his cheek, before running off. "Oh! My baby has a crush!” I cooed, kissing his hair. “Mom! Stop!" Mitch whined.
"Already the ladies man, ‘atta boy!” Ben ruffled his sons hair as I put him back down. Mitch groaned, and ran away. I saw a boy Mitch’s age standing in front of Mitch and little Jo.
“Your parents are freaks.” The boy sneered. “Don’t say that about my mommy and daddy, John.” Mitch growled. “And your mom-” “Don’t talk about my mom!” Mitch shoved the boy down.
“Mitchell Adam!” I gasped. Ben grabbed our son, and Jo hugged his leg. “Where is your mother, young man?” I asked firmly.
Mitch was at his friends, so we had alone time. “Benny?” I asked.
“Yes, (Y/N)?” He looked at me from the corner of his eye. “There’s gonna be four people in our family now.” I smiled small.
“Huh?” He looked at me.
“We’re going to hear the pitter patter of little feet soon.” I smiled. Ben’s eyes went wide, and he kissed me hard. “Really? Oh darling that is amazing!” Ben laughed.
“I did want a little nookie, though. Now that Mitch is gone tonight.” Ben mumbled against my lips. I giggled, and grabbed his hand, leading him up the stairs.