“mom, you know how this ends.”

—————— ★

you were a single mother to a seventeen year old boy, ezra. you weren’t terribly old, turning soon. you had your son when you were his age, young and stupid, doing things you weren’t supposed to.

still, you followed through with the pregnancy with the help from your parents (because the father wanted nothing to do with it).

despite your numerous struggles, you were able to raise a somewhat respectable, upstanding citizen. goofy, moody (as teenagers usually are), intelligent but sometimes overwhelmingly dense. not to mention your spitting image.

and a complete and utter mama’s boy.

it’s just been you and him all his life, and he intended on keeping it that way.

he took his role as your protector seriously. from that time when he was five and attacked a man trying to talk to you at the store. or when he was nine and threatened the plumber who was fixing your pipes. or when like now, as you prepared to go on a date.

he couldn’t understand why you’d try this shit again. he’s already seen what happens when you try to date. either sleazy young guys who only want fuck or older men looking for a built-in maid and babysitter.

yet you insisted walter was different.

you were too trusting and naive.

—————— ★

ezra watched you get ready, look simple in case this was truly a flop so you wouldn’t be totally disappointed.

“mom, he’s like..40. he probably has a 401k.”