"Mommy, mommy, I want to wear the boots"
Every day this week Uryuu had stated that he wanted to wear his rain boots, when there had not been a cloud in sight. She had tried to explain that if he wore his rain boots everyday, then it would not be special for when it did rain. What if he ruined them? But he insisted, everyday coming up with a different reason: he like the way they felt, he wanted to wear all blue today and how can he wear all blue if his shoes aren't blue, and her personal favorite, cowboys wear boots (Kanae didn't know much about cowboys, but she was fairly certain they didn't wear rain boots around everywhere and told her son as much).
Three years old and a bundle of energy, he never failed to impress her with how clever and inquisitive her little man could be. But as all parents learn, it is the smart ones that can be the most difficult, always find a way around rules, always questioning reasoning, and always getting into things that you would rather they not.
Kanae was exhausted, when she put Uryuu to bed at night. So when Ryuuken came home after a long day at the hospital, they more likely then not just collapsed in bed, quickly falling asleep. Sometimes they would have a little fun, but other times they would use their remaining energy to just talk.
Kanae liked just lying against her big warm husband. They would talk about they respective days, as his fingers would trace patterns up her arms onto her neck. She could feel the strength of his arms as it cradled her head against his body. The soft-spoken words and mellow atmosphere filled her with a contentment she could find nowhere else.
Being a mom was a full time job, and one that she loved most dearly, but she loved her stolen moments alone with Ryuuken. Sometimes mommy needs a break.
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Authors Note:
Don't own anything. Hope you like the cuddling. Probably worth stating now, no I don't plan on doing an explicit sex scene, there are plenty of writers that would do that much better than I, and I feel that my stories add enough to the fan community without that(:P yeah that last bit sounds pretentious whatever). All knowledge of three- year-old's comes from having lots of cousins. As always feel free to SCREAM/type your burning hatred/burning passion/non-flaming emotions to me in the review (or not, that is cool too).