How I Met My Mommy by Calliope St. James

Author:Calliope St. James [James, Calliope St.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: One Bad Day Productions
Published: 2018-07-25T04:00:00+00:00

VI

I Yours, Mommy

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Neither one of us were really watching the movie as it played on in the background. Maria laid back on the bed and pulled me into an embrace. With my head nestled in the crook of her shoulder, she ran her hand up and down my back.

I have to admit I’ve never felt more at peace with myself in my entire life than in that moment, and every once in awhile she would kiss the crown of my head. It was perfect. She's kinda perfect. Cuddles with Mommy is my new fabrit thing, I wholeheartedly decided.

After a long while, I asked, while keeping my head down so I couldn’t see her, “Mommy?” Sometimes hard stuff was easier to say if I can't see people's reaction to what I'm saying.

My tummy tickled when I felt her breath hitch as I used her new title. “Yes, baby girl?” she answered and held me tighter.

I don't know how she knew, or even if she knew, but tight hugs totally calm me down when I get nervous or my anxiety spikes, and at this moment I completely needed it.

It was like she just knew. She just totally knew, and oh my god she is just amazing.

“Mommy, is it okay, and like, I mean, sometimes I can't help it, but I don't want to sound stupid and…”

“Baby, that's not a nice word,” she interrupted my rambling with a gentle scolding.

“I'm sorry, Mommy.” I tugged on the hem of her nighty and anxiously rolled the edge between my thumb and forefinger. It wasn’t a harsh reprimand, but it still put me off a little bit.

she coaxed me to continue after several moments of my silence when she asked, “What do you need, baby girl?”

“Ummm… can I, I mean is it okay, if sometimes I um… sometimes…” I took a deep breath and steadied myself. She kissed the top of my head and right then I honestly felt secure, like she really wouldn't judge me, so I decided to just ask for something that I knew would help me relax around her.

She felt comfortable enough to ask me for something she wanted, and that totally couldn’t have been easy! I could have laughed or been mean about it. I mean I totally am not like that, but she didn’t know that! She totally asked me to call her Mommy anyway! I could totally ask her for this dumb little thing I wanted.

“Sometimes when I get nervous, or anxious, or especially when I feel cute, I do this little quirky thing where I sorta like talk like a baby, and I was wondering if it is okay if I do that sometimes? Like here. With you?”

“Is that what you call it?” She asked gently, “When you are feeling like a little girl? You call it ‘being cute’?”

“Um yeah,” I answered shyly with a little cutie-girl shrug, “I am though, right Mommy?” I took this chance to look up at her, and I knew the hope I felt showed on my face.

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