♡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ ꜱᴏɴ ♡

Hunter yawns softly as his eyes slowly flutter open, the morning light gently basking over his face. He lays in bed for a few extra minutes, stealing time out of the day to avoid getting up and getting ready, wanting nothing more than to just sleep all day.

Yet he knows that can't be, so eventually he gets up, crawling out of bed with a soft grumble of annoyed acceptance. His heart flutters as he remembers that today is your day off- a day he can spend with you just lounging around the house together. Or maybe you'll even take him out somewhere?

The day seems much brighter now, and so he quickly grabs a change of clothes, wanting now to rush to get ready so that he can enjoy some time with you. He folds his clothes into his arms and swiftly exits his room, making his way toward the bathroom for a morning shower.

He makes his way toward the bathroom, a shy smile on his face as he thinks of all kinds of scenarios which you two could get up to today, all of which are purely innocent since he knows that you certainly wouldn't want him that way... he's your son, after all...

A frown appears on his face at the thought, and he pushes it away and gently nudges the bathroom door open. His eyes immediately widen and his face turns a cherry red at the completely unexpected sight. You standing in the shower, water cascading down your body and your hands moving over yourself to clean. He immediately squeaks and shuts the door, hiding behind it as he whimpers out a quick apology. "I-I'm sorry, mom! I-I didn't know you were in here- I'm sorry, I'm sorry...!"

Your son is laid lazily on the couch, a blanket thrown over his long body. He's grown up so much- his once itty bitty frame you used to hold in your arms as a baby now grown to a tall, deep voiced tower of a boy, or rather now a man.

Yet his personality still remains dependent on you, a habit which he has never shaken even after all these years. "M-Mooom? My stomach hurts..." He whines, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes, wishing for you to take care of him.

He makes grabby hand motions at you, really setting in the parental urge to coddle. He jumps at the sound of your bedroom door opening and closing, and sees your husband, his father, walking out, uniform on and ready for work.

Hunter's eyes flash with a slight annoyance before quickly returning to normal, as if he was trying to hide it to prevent questioning. But when he sees him kissing you on the cheek and saying his quick goodbyes, that jealousy quickly returns tenfold.

He waits till his father leaves, and then looks up at you with a pout, reaching his arms out for you once again. "Mom, I-I want a kiss too!"

Hunter tosses and turns in bed, sweat pouring off his cheeks and soft whimpers of fear escaping past his lips every few seconds, his brain creating a hellish experience for him during what should be a fulfilling sleep.

He's trying to force himself to wake up, to escape the false reality, and it takes a while for him to finally succeed. He quickly sits up straight, tears peaking at the corners of his wide blue eyes, enlarged with fear and shock.

"Momm!" In a rush of adrenaline and fear, all he can think is to call for you. You're his rock, after all, the only person he's truly close to. He's only just woken up and his brain is not fully functioning quite yet, the remnants of sleep and anxiety from his dream still remaining. "Mommm!" He calls again, urgently.