Page 66 of SEAL Mates

Paula

I was having a lie in. So, far I’d been in the house three days and managed to fuck two out of the three guys, and I’d done nothing. Nothing at all. Not one word had been written. I’d spent my time cooking, fucking, calling the kids to check on them and more fucking.

My inspiration had been taken away and I had a new type of inspiration.

Me.

There was a knock at the door, and I was just about to go and prepare lunch. I had a lie in. Too scared about leaving before the guys were in the house ready to go out and bump into them. Wondering what room in the house they would want to seduce me in next. I decided I had to get up and out, prepare lunch and then get some writing done. At least some of it.

“Mother.”

Shit!

The word always wound me up, whenever he called me that. Not Mama or Mom like his brother and sister. He knew it annoyed me, yet he did it to wind me up even further. He was my son, but somehow even though he never grew up with his dad, he’d taken up some of his narcissistic behavior.

“Henry, is that you?”

As I swung up the door, to see my six-foot two inches son in front of it, with an overgrown beard and in dire need of a hair cut and his once sky blue eyes dull. I was happy to see him, but my maternal instincts didn’t want to see him this way. I didn’t care how I felt or even looked like, but I wanted my kids to be happy. I had to have a sense of achievement when it came to motherhood and that was my only goal, for them to be happy.

I wrapped my arms around him. He shielded me a bit, but allowed me to do it.

He smelled stale as if he’d been on the road for days. I blocked my nose and was happy that my baby boy was in my arms.

“How did you know I was here?”

He chuckled, “I went to the hotel and they said you were here. Besides, Grandma told me that you were here and I wanted to see you.”

I nodded, “I’m so happy.”

I took his hand and led him to the bed, so we could sit down and talk properly. He didn’t have his bag with him, which surprised me, which meant maybe he was here earlier.

“So, how’s work?”

He shrugged avoiding my eyes as his eyes darted around the room.

“This place is amazing. Fantastic. I don’t understand why they let you stay here. I met Derek as I was coming in. He said I could stay too. He doesn’t even know me.”

He cleared his throat and I thought the conversation which I wasn’t really ready to have with him, let alone any of my children was about to occur.

So, I spoke before he had a chance, with the weight he’d put on, and knowing my son all too well. I decided to offer him food. I knew one day if he ever settled down it would be with someone who knew how to cook. I knew the only way to my son’s heart would be through his stomach and nothing else.

“I can make you some buffalo wings with homemade fries and an apple pie?”

I offered, and his eyes beamed and no more was he looking around he room, but escorting me to the kitchen.

“I just can’t believe you’re here with three guys. I mean, the past wasn’t enough for you.”

He said and it dampened my mood, and I tried to ignore the comment. I decided I would cook, he would eat and then I would walk him through some home truths. Everything seems so black and white when you’re a kid. To him,I was the issue, I fell for the wrong men or even worse I was the bad guy in one of the scenarios.

No one is perfect in life. I hoped that as he grew into an adult that he would realize it. That he would see things from my side. I realized the reason he’d never done that, was because I hadn’t done the talk. The one I planned to do once his buffalo wings were firmly inside his gut.

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The guys wrote to me, explaining that they were planning to have lunch with a few friends to catch up. It was nice for them to be respectful and worry about me, even if I was just a houseguest in reality.

“Mom, are you sure that you won’t have any? You must be hungry?”

I smiled as he licked his finger after having his seventh wing. He was hungry, or he was really enjoying them? I was just glad that I made enough for him, I was worried that I went overboard.

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