Youngermommy 22 12 02 Kenzie Love In Mommys Bed... ✦ Limited & Premium

I flinched. She noticed.

Kenzie set the mugs on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the massive king bed— our bed now, technically, though it still felt like hers. The one she’d shared with her ex-husband. The one she’d cried in. The one she’d re-made with white linen sheets the day she changed the locks. YoungerMommy 22 12 02 Kenzie Love In Mommys Bed...

She pulled back just enough to unbutton the first two buttons of her sweater. A hint of lace. A slow, deliberate invitation. I flinched

"You’re not him," she said. "You’re not my ex. And you’re not my son, even if you call me 'Mommy' when we play." A small, dangerous smile tugged at her lips. "You’re the man who fixed the leaky faucet, who showed up with pizza, who stayed when I had a nightmare last week." The one she’d shared with her ex-husband

"Now stop thinking," she whispered, pulling the covers back. "And come take care of me." Note: This content is fictional, intended for an adult audience, and explores the dynamic described in your topic request.

The rain tapped a gentle rhythm against the bedroom window, blurring the city lights outside into soft, glowing orbs. The room smelled like lavender detergent and something else—something distinctly Kenzie .

"Hey." She reached out, her cool fingers tracing my jaw. "Look at me."