DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything except my imagination.
Do you remember what it's like to be young and in love? To go weak at the knees with the sound of his voice. To tremble from every touch, every glance. To forget to breath sometimes because you're so mesmerised. I do. I also remember what it's like that have that all fall apart. To lose everything I had and hoped for.
Lucas Scott. I could never resist that boy. The way his bright blue eyes would gleam when he smiled. How his voice would come out low and husky after he'd just woken up. And how no matter how hard I tried to be moody and depressed, he always seemed to make everything seem okay.
But now, instead of Lucas, I had Brennan. Oh Brennan. That boy made my heart jump out of my chest. He came into my life when everything else was falling apart. He managed to cheer me up when everything was blue. Ease my pain when I was struggling. He gave me something to hope for, to dream about. He was my everything. Brennan was not only my best friend...he was my son.
His bright blue eyes were always the first thing to hit me when I woke up in the morning. His beautiful blue orbs that held an incredible depth, yet overwhelming innocence.
"Morning Mumma."
"Good morning beautiful..." I sighed, reaching my arm around his waist and pulled him into a tight hug.
I loved the mornings. Nothing but precious moments with my beautiful boy. The laziness of laying in bed with Brennan, listening to him ramble on about his hopes and dreams. Running my hands through his thick blonde curls. Playing with his tiny, fragile fingers. I wish the mornings would last forever. But they didn't. And when our precious moments had to end, I pulled myself and Brennan from bed and stumbled into the bathroom where I placed him on the bathroom bench.
"Mumma, where are we going today?"
He asked this question every morning and every morning I longed to give him a more thrilling answer than - "Well you're going to kindy, and I'm going to work and then we're going to Joe's Cafe for dinner." But this day was no different to the last.
"Again?"
"I'm sorry baby. Trust me...one day, it's gunna change. One day we're going to go some place interesting. I promise. But I need to go to work to get the money to make that possible. Now here, take you medicine like a good boy" I told him, handing him his medicine cup which he begrudgingly swallowed.
"Yuck" he scowled. "Don't worry, I trust you Mumma. Now can we play some tunes?"
"You're definitely my son."