He was her only child, her everything, her reason to get up in the mornings. “Yes… yes, Mom. I’ve been dreaming of you like this for years.”
Her chest tightened at his words, a mix of pride and guilt twisting inside her. I was starting to think reading all those Hallmark cards had finally driven me crazy.”
Susan returned the smirk. “Can you… hold me?”
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded, his hand wrapping around her shoulder. Her heart pounded in her chest as she imagined it: herself, waiting under the tree for him to discover her. Sponge.”
Susan suppressed a laugh, her cheeks burning. Wrong, even. And some fancy gift won’t make this Christmas special. “Shh,” she said, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing lightly over his bottom lip.
