As promised, I stayed in bed the following day, and my hot, incredibly beautiful man spent the day right there with me. We'd never lain in bed for a whole day together before, and if I'm honest, I was sad that up until that point we'd missed out.
My mom had brought over some butternut squash and carrot soup and a loaf of freshly baked, honey-oat bread. When she realized we were still in bed she'd left it on the countertop. I'd always thought I'd have been too embarrassed to speak to her about sex and all things 'girlie,' but since I'd been with Flynn that had changed.
Until I'd gotten pregnant and we started living in the cabin, we'd lost the closeness we'd once had, but she'd tried hard to be much more involved in my life. She'd been very open when it came to talking about intimate stuff with me, and I'd felt for the first time since the boys had died I'd had my mom back. This time she was focusing her attention on me.