this boy. gosh, this boy will never not melt her heart, erin thinks as a hint of sheer wonderment reaches her bright blue eyes, making them twinkle with joy. a smile as warm as the sun outside tugs at the corners of her lips and lights up her entire face. motherhood can be overwhelming and incredibly stressful at times, all the tantrums and sleepless nights, the why’s and how’s, but it’s all worth it in the end. after all, she never thought, not even in her wildest dreams, that she’d receive such a sweet, heartfelt birthday present. instantly, she scoops her son up into her arms, refusing to acknowledge he’s already eight years old and soon she most likely won’t be able to pick him up, and sits him on her lap. arms curling around his body as she plants at least a dozen of kisses on his cheek, she squeezes him close to her and basks in the warmth of his skin. ❝ did you draw this all by yourself? ❞ she asks with a sweet smile, gently moving the chocolate away as she picks up the drawing to take a closer look at it.
❝ oh, wow! it’s me! you drew a picture of mommy! i even have blue eyes and brown hair and… i’m wearing the cutest pink dress in the world! this is so beautiful! the most beautiful picture in the whole wide world! ❞ she praises in a sing-song voice, resting her chin on her son’s shoulder as she marvels at the picture in her hands. the attention to detail is truly impressive. she wouldn’t trade this piece of art for any of da vinci or van gogh’s paintings, wouldn’t trade it for anything. this is way better, way more exquisite and gorgeous, way more meaningful. ❝ can mommy frame it and put it on the wall like they do in art galleries? ❞ she asks, tracing the pretty heart with her fingertip. her nose begins to tingle and eyes fill up with tears of happiness as she struggles to keep her emotions at bay. he’s too pure for this world, too precious. ❝ and you even made sure to give me my favorite candy?! what?! ❞ and suddenly it is. it really is her favorite candy. days old and with the wrapper slightly torn — it’s clearly been through a lot, but she doesn’t mind. nothing’s ever looked quite as delicious to her before. ❝ this is the best birthday present ever! thank you so, so, so much, sebastian rose, ❞ she murmurs, hugging her son while also showering his face with kisses. what did she do to deserve this sweet angel?
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