I know I know, this is a Tucker POV fanfic, but you have to admit that after reading "Boundless", Christian isn't so bad and he grows on you (not saying that I wasn't an all out Team Tucker fan, I just felt a connection with Christian while simultaneously rooting for Tucker). So, I decided to write a little story related to Christian to mix it up a little. Please don't hate me and I hope you enjoy! x)P
Mom was holding my hand as we walked to our secret place in the woods. She smelled like flowers in sunshine and her hand was soft in mine. I saw flashes of bright gold hit her hair when we walked under the little peaks of the sun's rays coming through the trees. Mom was beautiful and I was happy to be with her right now.
We go to our secret spot when we want to get away from sad stuff or stuff that worries us. It's our place to let go. It's a round clearing that has flowers and grass as soft as silk. There's a little swing under the tree in the middle of our secret place that Uncle Walter made for me when we moved. I still swing on it because I love how Mom laughs when I giggle and tell Uncle Walter to push me higher. Mom always says to me that I'm all she ever needs to be happy. She's all I ever need to be happy too.
Today Uncle Walter isn't with us. It's just Mom and I and sometimes I think I like that best.
Mom always brings a basket filled with desserts for lunch when we come out here because there's nothing wrong with just eating desserts. She also brings a brush for me to comb her hair. She says it helps her relax. She always tells me stories of when she was little and when I was little and tickles me and chases me around. Then we both fall on the ground holding our tummies giggling like there's no tomorrow. Mom is the bestest mom ever.
I take off into a run and squeal in delight when we get close to our secret spot. This is where all of my happiest memories were made.
Mom is laughing at me chasing a yellow butterfly I've never seen before. Mom has the prettiest laugh in the world. It's like little silver bells chiming in harmony.
"Christian, come here! Let's eat something before we play," Mom says. I run over to her and hug her legs. She hugs me back and I'm enveloped with her smell of spring. It's calming and it makes me smile.
We sit down and eat pancakes because I love pancakes. Especially Mom's pancakes. They're chocolate chip with hot syrup, whip cream, and a strawberry on top. Mom laughs again when she sees I have whip cream on my cheeks and kisses it off. I giggle as she attacks me with little kisses.
After we finish lunch, we lie back on the grass and look up at the clouds. I see one that looks like an angel. I point it out to Mom but she goes quiet all of a sudden. I don't know why.
"Mom? What's wrong?" I ask. I'm a little worried.
"It's nothing Christian," she says. Then she turns to me and smiles. Mom has a great smile.
"Have I ever told you the story of when you first smiled at me?" Mom asks. I shake my head and she goes on.
"It was when you were born. They let me hold you. You were such a loud baby, but when you were in my arms, you got quiet. Then you opened your eyes, my eyes, and smiled right at me. Then you giggled and kicked your feet and I felt like the happiest mother in the world. All of my doubts disappeared and you made me laugh at that moment. You were such a beautiful little boy, Christian. You still are," she says. She has tears in her emerald green eyes. I go over and hug her hoping she won't cry.
"I love you, Christian. I always will," she whispers in my ear.
"I love you too, Mom. Forever and ever and ever," I say back.
She smiles again and then starts tickling me. I squeal and tell her to stop but she continues. I tickle her too and she starts giggling with me. Then she chases me around like last time and catches me. She spins me in her arms until it feels as if there was no one in this world but us two. We're both laughing together when we fall to the ground. I get up as fast as I can after the ground stops spinning and run to the swing.
"Come on, Mom! Push me!" I call to her.
She gets up and runs over, her hair behind her, catching drops of sunlight.
"Okay, Christian. You ready?" she asks.
"Yes!" I giggle. She pushes me higher and higher. It feels like I'm flying. I'm laughing and Mom's laughing too. I tilt my head to see Mom upside down. The wind's blowing her hair and her eyes are sparkling. She's smiling at me with all the love in the world. She looks like an angel. My guardian angel.
After we're done swinging, we lie down on the grass again, both of us tired but happy. We watch the sunset together and I curl up in her arms while she sings to me. It's the same lullaby she sings to me every night ever since I could remember. I don't mind, Mom's voice carries in the breeze so that if feels as if the stars are singing with her. My eyes get heavier and heavier until I can't keep them open any longer. I know as long as Mom is there, nothing bad could ever happen. She'll protect me. She'll be there for me. She'll always love me. Forever and ever and ever.