“What kind should we make?”
“Peanut butter kisses.”
“You got it.”
I already knew what his answer would be and pulled out what we would need because they’re his favorite. I help Max with all of the ingredients and pour them into the bowl. We don’t make these often, but I love letting him help with whatever he can.
I scoop out a tiny bit of batter and let him lick it off the spoon.
“How do they taste?”
“Yummy.”
“Perfect.” I kiss him on the cheek. “Why don’t you go playwhile I clean up and then we’ll each get a cookie after dinner?”
“Okay.”
Given that this place is so small, it’s easy to keep an eye on him while cleaning up as he plays with his dump trucks.
The rest of our night goes by in the blink of an eye. Playing games. Dinner. Cookies. Books before bed.
It’s the pre-bedtime snuggles that I love most.
“What are you going to dream about tonight?” I ask Max, pulling the covers over him.
“About cookies.”
“Really? Cookies?” I brush his dark hair off his forehead.
“They were really yummy. I want more.”
“Okay. Well, I hope you have the best dreams about cookies.”
“Will you dream about cookies?” he asks.
“Hmm. Maybe.” I kiss his forehead. “Now, sweet dreams, Max.”
“I love you, Mommy.”
“Not as much as I love you, Max.”
I shut off his light, and his night-light’s glow fills the room before I close the door. I straighten everything up so I don’t have to deal with it tomorrow. After tripping over one toy and nearly breaking my arm, I will never make that mistake again.
By the time everything is done and clean, I rinse off before falling into bed. The usual exhaustion doesn’t hit.
What I’m going to dream about tonight is definitely not cookies.
My dreams will be filled with a certain sexy cowboy. One that I want to kiss. That I want to see come undone. That I want to do all the things with.
I close my eyes as I burrow into the covers. There could be a lot worse things than dreaming about Sam.
I only hope it isn’t the only place I get to do things with him again.
Because that would be a damn shame.
Chapter Seven
SAM
