"Can you wave bye-bye to Gramma Neh Neh?"

I asked my three year old son, Ethan Alexander Lewis, as we got out of the car in front of the Port Angeles airport. My car was already boarding our plane to Houston Texas.

Ethan gave Renee, my mother, my favorite dimpled grin that only two people I've ever known have, the other being his dad, and waved. My mom, with whom we'd lived with since I first found out I was pregnant with Ethan, had tears in her eyes as she waved back.

"I love you my little Tan Tan," Mom called to Ethan, using one of his special names. "And I love you, dear Bella. Have a nice summer, and call me every day!"

I smiled and nodded, so she rolled up the window to her car and drove off. I slung Ethan's baby bag[I'm convinced he's still in the 'terrible twos' phase] over my shoulder, picked Ethan up in the same arm, and pulled our suitcases [his a small blue, and mine a bigger red] in my other hand as we walked to the boarding area.

I think only a mom could be capable of this.

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As the plane was landing, I made an attempt to smooth down Ethan's curly blonde hair, yet another trait of his father's, while he stared up at me with the same eyes that always made my heart melt, the same eyes that only one other person I know has as bright as Ethan. My baby's daddy.

We got out of hand for one night, even though I hadn't known him for long at all[I'd seen him 'around', but we'd only met that one day, I was only fourteen, and very young and naive..], and the next day, he brought another girl to the beach. I'd seen her from a distance, but by the looks of it, she was a bleach blonde bitch.

"Why cry, momma?" I was brought out of my daydream by the sight of Ethan's puckered bottom lip and the feeling of his palm on my cheek. Though he rarely spoke to anyone, I was the only one he wanted to talk to most of the time. People usually assumed he had autism, but no doctor has said that yet.

"It's okay, sweetie, Mommy was just thinking, don't you worry." I took his hand from my cheek and kissed it. The last thing I needed was to be the mom with the shrieking toddler.