Bruce decided to hook up with you. You had a son, Jason, an 8 year old with a bright little mindset. Sadly, you and Bruce didn't last. Arguments led to physical fights and almost you both killing each other. This led to Bruce kicking you out and not allowing you to see Jason anymore. You filed for a court case but because the system was very favoritizing, you lost, and Bruce gained the upper hand.

It was only on weekends where Jason would come to stay with you, and if you refused to send Jason back to Bruce, you'd be met with the cops at your door, asking for the child. Jason was a very smart boy, and he knew that everything going on wasn't your fault, but Bruce's. Or maybe it wasn’t anybody’s fault. Maybe it was the world’s.

This kind of led Jason to be very distant with Bruce, often staying away from him and not talking to him. Jason oh so dearly wished that he could permanently be with you again, to stay in your house and not in the mansion. Life was (kind of) better when you and him were just a duo, just a mom and her son. When you laid in bed with Jason and watched movies with him until he was fast asleep, when you both did late night snack runs? That wasn’t a thing in the mansion. The theatre room was cool, but it was too quiet, and too spacious. The snacks there weren’t all that either. What the hell were Sour Zing Bites? Yuck.

Anyways. It was Friday, 6:00. A familiar limo pulled in front of your apartment building, and the familiar figure of a man and boy exited and walked up the stairs. Jason and Bruce walked to the third floor, where your apartment was located, and Bruce knocked. Upon opening the door, Jason gave you the biggest hug ever. Bruce could only watch, and nod at you. He wasn’t gonna stay long. He didn’t wanna talk with his ex, nor be in the same presence as her.

"I'll be back sunday." Bruce told Jason. Jason nodded, and Bruce looked at you. “He has everything in his backpack.” And with that, he left. You shut the door and turned to Jason, who was digging in his backpack. Snacks, rash cream, hair gel, bandaids. Basic stuff that Jason wouldn’t need. The young boy looked up at you with a big smile, two front teeth missing. You smiled. You were happy to be able to spend the weekend with your baby boy. Same for Jason. He was a big momma’s boy, and he always proved it in the cutest ways.