Mom smiled again, but a little broader this time. “Okay then, how about this? Instead of going out to some boring restaurant, let’s spend the night like how we used to do when you were a kid. You climb into bed with me, we’ll order a pizza, put a movie on, and just…enjoy each other’s company.”
“If that’s what’ll make you happy, mom.”
“Yay,” she said softly with a genuine smile as she wiped her cheeks. “It will. Now take that monkey suit off and get in here.” Mom pulled her cover open.
I took her phone out of my pocket and placed it on her dresser-along with her gift. Then I stripped out of my jacket, tie, shoes, trousers and socks before I unbuttoned the top two buttons on my shirt. As I did all of this, mom used the land line in her room to order a pizza. Now left in only my shirt and boxers, I crawled under her cover and snuggled up next to mom.
“So what do you wanna watch?” I used the TV remote to switch on her flat screen and then picked up the PVR remote.
“Mmmm,” mom thought about it for a moment. “I picked the movie at the cinemas. So you decide which one we’ll watch right now and I’ll pick the next.”
“Alright.” I opened the Box Office feature and checked which movies were available to rent. There were a few, but I noticed that the third instalment of The Hunger Games was there. I’d been meaning to watch it. So I rented the movie, pressed play and kicked back to watch the movie that starred the beautiful Jennifer Lawrence with mom.
“You’re a good son. You know that, hun?” She looked into my eyes.
“That’s what I strive to be.”
Mom smiled, kissed me on the cheek and then laid her head on my shoulder to watch the movie. Our pizza arrived roughly fifteen minutes later. I was the one who had to get it as a result of losing a rock-paper-scissors match to mom. So once I paused the movie I put my pants back on and jumped into mom’s morning slippers.
I then headed downstairs, got the pizza and gave the suited delivery guy a nice tip. I was impressed with how quickly he got there. After locking the front door, I stepped into the kitchen and rounded up a large tray, two small plates, two wineglasses and a half full two litre bottle of soda from the fridge.
Mom told me she was craving for a glass of wine a little over five minutes into the movie, so I grabbed a bottle from the wine rack as well. I then headed back upstairs and re-entered her bedroom, which was only illuminated by the TV screen.
“We better dig into this before it gets cold.” I laid the tray on her lap, removed the drinks and placed them on the bedside table. Then I stripped out of my trousers again and climbed back under the cover as mom opened the pizza box.
“Mmmmm, this smells great.”
I had to agree. The rich aroma given off by the hot, cheese coated, chicken and mushroom pizza was intoxicating. Once we poured our drinks I resumed the movie and we dug into our ad hoc dinner. But about two minutes later, something I found to be a little strange became apparent to me.
As I accidently nudged mom in the rib with an elbow, I could’ve swore I felt the unmistakeable sensation of skin. Did she take her clothes off? I turned my head and noticed that the white nightdress she was wearing was now lying on the floor. Huh, she must’ve taken it off when I went downstairs.