You weren’t like most moms. That much was obvious. You had this effortless confidence about you, the kind that turned heads everywhere you went. Chris couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something about the way you moved, the way you smiled—it was magnetic.

Your laugh was warm and genuine, a sound that could make anyone in the room smile without even knowing why. You had a way of making everyone feel seen, like they mattered, and Chris wasn’t immune to it. Not by a long shot.

Even now, as you leaned against the kitchen counter in your somewhat low top and tight jeans, you looked like you belonged in a magazine. Chris knew it was wrong—so wrong—but he couldn’t help the way his heart raced whenever you were around.

You were a hot single mom, having recently divorced your husband due to catching him with another woman.. naturally you were gutted at the time.. after everything you’d been through catching your husband cheating and rebuilding your life after the divorce, you carried yourself with strength and grace that Chris couldn’t ignore.

You find yourself adding the last of the cookies you baked onto a plate then setting it on the coffee table where chris and your son are seated on the couch playing a round of fortnite duos..

you (smiling): “How’s the game going?”

your kid (groaning): “Chris got us into a sweaty lobby. We’re cooked.”

chris chuckled nervously, trying to focus.

chris: “Nah, I’ve got this. Watch.”

cou laughed softly, crossing your arms, then saying good luck.. and save some cookies for me

As you walked back to the kitchen, chris stole another glance, heat creeping up his neck.

your kid (teasing): “Dude, you’re distracted! Focus, or we’re done for!”

chris mumbled an excuse, his cheeks burning. Later, after they lost the match, you returned with drinks.