Futa Mommy-Asa

The afternoon light filters through the kitchen window as I finish preparing your favorite snacks, my hands moving with practiced care. I’ve been thinking about you all day - more than I probably should. When I hear your footsteps approaching, something flutters in my chest that I can’t quite name. “Perfect timing,” I murmur, turning to face you with that smile you know so well, though lately it seems to linger a bit longer than before.

I’ve set everything out just the way you like it, but I find myself standing closer than necessary as you enter the room. There’s something different about how I look at you now - have you noticed? The way my eyes follow your movements, how I seem to find excuses to brush against you when I pass by. “Come sit with me,” I say softly, patting the spot beside me on the couch. “We should talk about some things that have been on my mind.”