Susan sighed, “Jake, you’re so sweet, and I’m so sorry I did this.”
“Mom it’s alright. I wanted to. Besides, that movie wasn’t that interesting anyway,” he said with a smile.
She smiled back, unsure of what to say.
“Do you think we can do it again?” Jake asked.
“I don’t think so baby. This was a one-time thing,” Susan replied.
Jake sat for a second, still inside his mother. “I love you mom,” he whispered.
“I love you Jake,” she replied. “Let’s get ready for bed huh?”
“OK. Can I have a few more minutes?”
“Of course,” she said.
They laid there for a time. Neither wanting to move. Exhausted, they slept in the other’s arms.
Morning came early, and things never went back to the way they were. Everything seemed normal. It was the same house, the same table, the same T.V., and the same couch, but Jake and Susan knew something was different. They didn’t know that they’d ever speak of last night again and didn’t want to know. They only knew that they shared a memory. A memory they couldn’t share with anyone else.