Building blocks

"Mommy, look!" Henry's voice sounded from the living room. The young boy had just managed to build a tower of the new blocks his mother had gotten him. They were with pictures of letters and animals.

"Very good, Henry," she answered, only looking up half-way. She was sitting at a nearby table, rubbing her temple. At the moment she was having a strong headache and was trying to pay attention to him and the bills she was about to pay.

The young boy feeling he wasn't getting her attention, hit the tower hard so it fell down. Regina startled and said, "Henry, why did you do that?"

"Look," he said, shaking his head, tears coming from his eyes.

"I'm sorry, my dearest," Regina said in a soft tone. Slowly she got up from her chair and walked over to him, pulling him close. Sometimes being a single mom was so hard, especially when you had a child that was so full of energy around the clock.

"Look," he said again, now that he had her full attention. She nodded, letting him go, so he could build it again. She smiled over the fact he was enjoying himself so much, he was just so cute. And smart, without realizing as he couldn't read, he managed to lay the blocks he built with into words. He focused as he slowly got up and put the last three on the top, smiling ever so proudly.

"Very good, Henry, you did that very well," she said, a sense of pride in her voice. He was beaming; nothing in the world could compete with that. She could still remember his first smile; it had been when he was about four months old or so. She was coming in to get him dressed, and there he was beaming at her, happy she was coming.

"Do you want to try to build something else?" she asked. He nodded and she helped him take the blocks apart, when the doorbell rang. Regina sighed as she was not up for visitors right then, still knowing she would have to open. Henry sensed that something wasn't as it should and gave her a puzzled look.

"It's okay, I will be right back, just continue building," she said in a reassuring tone. He looked at her as she slowly got up from the floor and walked towards their door. She didn't notice, but he quietly crawled after so he could see who it was still hidden.

His mother opened and he saw a man outside. Regina did not seem pleased by this saying, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see if you wanted to have some fun with me?" he said, smiling at her.

"I have a son, I have a life, I do not have time for fun, and if I did it wouldn't be with you," she almost spat at him. Wondering why he wouldn't leave her alone.

"Funny that was not what you said in the back of my car that one time," he wasn't giving up easily.

"Biggest mistake of my life, now will you go," she snarled at him.

"Fine…Fine, suit yourself, Miss high and mighty," he said, leaving their doorway and walking towards his car. She shut the door closed behind him, returning to her son, saying, "You sure are protective, aren't you."

He smiled as she lifted him up and carried him back to the building blocks, glad he had left her alone for now. Henry was glad too that that man had gone away, even if he didn't get the meaning of his words he did get he was upsetting his mommy and that he didn't like very much. He looked at her; her eyes did show she was troubled still, so he pushed over a block to her. She took it and said, "Thank you, Henry, I sometimes wish all men was like you."

He smiled again and she smiled back, saying, "So you want to see who can build the best tower?"

He nodded eagerly, and made sure to divide the blocks so she could have some to build with as well. A soft laugh of joy escaped her, her young boy might only be fourteen months of age, but he obviously got the concept of sharing. Glad his worries seemed to be gone for now as he again started to build. She shook her head wishing hers could be as easy as his, slowly starting to build a small tower alongside him. It might not do a lot, but at least it was enough to push her worries off for now. And maybe just maybe that was just what she needed.


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