you tonight,” she whispered in his ear.
Mitch wasn’t sure he’d heard her right. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“What about Jesse?”
“I’ll tell him I’m going to a sleep over.” She grinned.
His pulse raced as he thought of touching her beautiful bronzed body. He was just about to lean over to steal a kiss when Jesse ran back and landed himself in front of them.
“What’s in the bag?” he asked Mitch.
“Jesse!” Isabelle protested.
“It’s OK,” Mitch said. “I brought one of my cameras with me,” he told Jesse.
“Can you take some photos of us?”
“That was the plan,” he said, pulling his camera from the bag.
Jesse went over to his mother and sat down on her crossed legs before hugging her around the neck and gazing up at her. When she looked down at him, Mitch captured the moment.
“We weren’t ready,” Jesse protested.
“That’s the idea, Jesse. Natural photos are better than when you pose.” Bringing up the photos on the camera screen, Mitch said, “Here, see for yourself.”
Jesse leapt up and plopped himself onto Mitch’s lap. As Mitch scanned through, Jesse looked at the pictures , enthralled, while Isabelle watched her son sitting with the man she was falling in love with. He appeared to be a natural with children and relief swelled her heart. When she had told Mitch she wanted to stay with him, she knew it had been a hasty decision, but once said, knew it was the right one. Now that Jesse had met and obviously liked Mitch she felt much happier.
While they played and ran in the park, Mitch continued to take shots of them singularly and together. They photographed beautifully as a twosome due to their contrasting coloring. As he watched Isabelle with her son, his heart warmed and his affection grew.
This hard- working professional model was simply a mother supporting and adoring her little boy. He wanted to do everything he could to help her somehow fulfill her dreams and he hoped one day she would allow him to do just that.
They left the park just before sunset and decided to have Jesse’s favo rite for dinner - pizza - a luxury he rarely enjoyed. Isabelle appreciated Mitch’s gesture and his insistence on paying the bill. Pizza was not in her budget. After consuming more than his share of their family pizza, Isabelle decided he was ready for bed. Several protests later, and after much resistance, she finally - with the help of an ice cream - convinced him it was time to leave. Subsequent to several goodnights to Mitch, and one last browse through the day’s photos, Isabelle coaxed Jesse to bed while determining the best approach regarding her impending night away.
“Jesse , honey, how would you feel if Mummy had a sleep over with Mitch?”
“Here?” She couldn’t help but miss the hope in his voice and smiled.
“No, sweetie, at Mitch’s house.”
“Will you be her e in the morning?” he asked, rubbing tired eyes.
“Probably not before you wake up but Nan will be here.”
“That’s OK, Mummy. I like Mitch. Why do you want to stay at his house?”
“Well I guess I like him too and would like to spend some time with him.”
“Can I see him again soon?” His little hand reached up to touch her face and her heart swelled with pride.
“Yes, honey, you can. Right now , though, it’s time for bed. I’ll be back after breakfast, before I go to work, OK?”
“OK, Mummy. I love you.”
“Love you lots, Jesse.”
Leaning over, Isabelle kissed his cheek and after sufficient cuddles, tucked him in. He rolled over and promptly dropped off to sleep. Isabelle watched the rise and fall of his chest for several minutes, amazed by her wonderful and understanding son.
Isabelle snuck from the room and came out to find her mother laughing quietly with Mitch. It seemed his charm had won her over and the relief filled her. She appeared to be won over.
“I’ll be home before work tomorrow,” she said as she approached them.
“No rush, dear. Have
Mitch wasn’t sure he’d heard her right. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“What about Jesse?”
“I’ll tell him I’m going to a sleep over.” She grinned.
His pulse raced as he thought of touching her beautiful bronzed body. He was just about to lean over to steal a kiss when Jesse ran back and landed himself in front of them.
“What’s in the bag?” he asked Mitch.
“Jesse!” Isabelle protested.
“It’s OK,” Mitch said. “I brought one of my cameras with me,” he told Jesse.
“Can you take some photos of us?”
“That was the plan,” he said, pulling his camera from the bag.
Jesse went over to his mother and sat down on her crossed legs before hugging her around the neck and gazing up at her. When she looked down at him, Mitch captured the moment.
“We weren’t ready,” Jesse protested.
“That’s the idea, Jesse. Natural photos are better than when you pose.” Bringing up the photos on the camera screen, Mitch said, “Here, see for yourself.”
Jesse leapt up and plopped himself onto Mitch’s lap. As Mitch scanned through, Jesse looked at the pictures , enthralled, while Isabelle watched her son sitting with the man she was falling in love with. He appeared to be a natural with children and relief swelled her heart. When she had told Mitch she wanted to stay with him, she knew it had been a hasty decision, but once said, knew it was the right one. Now that Jesse had met and obviously liked Mitch she felt much happier.
While they played and ran in the park, Mitch continued to take shots of them singularly and together. They photographed beautifully as a twosome due to their contrasting coloring. As he watched Isabelle with her son, his heart warmed and his affection grew.
This hard- working professional model was simply a mother supporting and adoring her little boy. He wanted to do everything he could to help her somehow fulfill her dreams and he hoped one day she would allow him to do just that.
They left the park just before sunset and decided to have Jesse’s favo rite for dinner - pizza - a luxury he rarely enjoyed. Isabelle appreciated Mitch’s gesture and his insistence on paying the bill. Pizza was not in her budget. After consuming more than his share of their family pizza, Isabelle decided he was ready for bed. Several protests later, and after much resistance, she finally - with the help of an ice cream - convinced him it was time to leave. Subsequent to several goodnights to Mitch, and one last browse through the day’s photos, Isabelle coaxed Jesse to bed while determining the best approach regarding her impending night away.
“Jesse , honey, how would you feel if Mummy had a sleep over with Mitch?”
“Here?” She couldn’t help but miss the hope in his voice and smiled.
“No, sweetie, at Mitch’s house.”
“Will you be her e in the morning?” he asked, rubbing tired eyes.
“Probably not before you wake up but Nan will be here.”
“That’s OK, Mummy. I like Mitch. Why do you want to stay at his house?”
“Well I guess I like him too and would like to spend some time with him.”
“Can I see him again soon?” His little hand reached up to touch her face and her heart swelled with pride.
“Yes, honey, you can. Right now , though, it’s time for bed. I’ll be back after breakfast, before I go to work, OK?”
“OK, Mummy. I love you.”
“Love you lots, Jesse.”
Leaning over, Isabelle kissed his cheek and after sufficient cuddles, tucked him in. He rolled over and promptly dropped off to sleep. Isabelle watched the rise and fall of his chest for several minutes, amazed by her wonderful and understanding son.
Isabelle snuck from the room and came out to find her mother laughing quietly with Mitch. It seemed his charm had won her over and the relief filled her. She appeared to be won over.
“I’ll be home before work tomorrow,” she said as she approached them.
“No rush, dear. Have
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