Angelica's P.O.V-

Since the kiss, I'm a huge mess. I can't think straight without thinking back to the kiss. His soft lips. The feelings that came when he wrapped his arms around my waist. Urgh!! I shouldn't be thinking about all this! I should be helping Jake with finding the perfect rpesent for his friend.

"What do you think about this one?" He asked me showing me a huge box full of games.

"I'm not sure, I don't know what your friend likes" I tell him chuckling a bit.

"I know, but still!" He said rubbing his face frustrated.

"Don't worry! You'll find the right one! I'm sure of it" I smiled at him. He nodded then closed his eyes.

"Jesus, can you show me the right toy?" He asked. I smiled at him and sighed, my thoughts going back to the kiss- NO! Stop it! It was just a kiss, it didn't mean anything to him, it shouldn't mean a thing to you.

"I FOUND IT! I FOUND IT!" Jake yelled after a few minutes.

"Quiet down! We're in a shop! Some people don't like loudness" I whisper shouted at him.

"Yes, mommy, sorry" He said. I scrunched my nose up a bit at the new name. I'm still getting used to it.

"Ok, let's see... Okay, let's go pay and wrap it up" I smiled at him. He nodded, picked up the toy and we walked to the cash register.

"That'll be eleven pounds 45 scents" The girl said wrapping the toy up. I handed her the money after digging into my purse for the coins. I like counting coins, it used to be a habit of mine when I was younger, my grandma would give me some coins and I'd count them.

"Is he your son?" She asked smiling.

"Yes he is" I said smiling down at him. He smiled back but went back to looking at some toys. Note to self: Get a few of those for Christmas.

"You seem like brother and sister" She beamed at us. My smiled faded and he looked up, then looked back down.

"I'm sorry, did I say something bad?" She said, awkwardly rubbing her hands on her thighs.

"It's okay" I said dismissing her.

"Come on Jake" I said extending my hand for him to hold on to it. He held my hand and we walked out, smiling at the cashier who smiled back.

"Now, where do we go?" I said.

"Let's get some ice cream!" He cheered fist pumping.

"But it's December! It's freezing cold already!" I laughed. He pouted but continued walking towards a small ice cream shop.

"Can we have hot chocolate then?" He gave me the puppy dog eyes.

"I don't see a problem with that" I smiled at him. We ordered and sat down near the door with out hot drinks. His had marshmallows, mine was just a simple hot chocolate.

"Now, care to explain why do we have to get your friend's present? You're on break, I don't think you'll be seeing him until you go back to school..." I said.

"Oh, he invited me and my sister to spend Christmas Eve with his family and I said yes" He said, sipping his chocolate and shrugging.

"But you're also my mommy, so I guess you can still go" He smiled at me. I sighed and thought about it for a minute.

"Well... It would be rude to say we're going and then not showing up so..." I trailed off looking down at my hot chocolate and drinking a bit.

"YEY! You're gonna meet Mathew, my friend, and his big brother Ashton and his girlfriend Jessica! Oh! Did I mention he has a twin?! She's really pretty!" He said cheering and clapping.

"Wowowow! Calm down there big guy! Did you say he has a pretty twin sister?" I said, totally ignoring the fact that I'd have to meet a whole new family.

"Yeah! They look nothing alike though" He pointed out and drank his hot chocolate.

"I think I have a crush on her... Is that bad?" He said, worry flashing through his eyes.

"I don't think so, I think it's the most adorable thing ever" I smiled at him and playfully pinched his cheek. He rolled his eyes and swatted my hands away, almost spilling his drink.

"So... I guess we should get a present for the rest of his family yeah?" I said, standing up and throwing our cups away. He nodded and held my hand and we walked into another shop.



"Do you think she'd like this?" He said, holding up a cute little dress.

"I think she'd love it" I smiled at him. When he grows up, girls are going to throw themselves at him, I just hope it's the right kind of girls...

"You know, you have really good taste for girl clothing" I said ruffling his hair. He fixed it and stuck his tongue out at me.

"Well that wasn't very nice" I teased him.

"Sorry. I don't, I remember that we were on a field trip to visit the zoo and we had to drive through here and she saw the dress through the glass and liked it. She wouldn't shut up about it with her friends" He shrugged.

"Well, in that case, she has great taste" I smiled at him. He pouted.

"But I have a good memory, right?" He said pouting still. I laughed and nodded.

"Yes, you do" I laughed.

"Come on, what do you say we call it a day, huh?" I asked. He nodded and we walked to where my car was parked. Simon let me stay at the house and keep the car until we move everything in January. I was no longer going to take care of them, he's going to make the boys have their own flats, then I'd get my own flat and start working on songs and whatnot.

"Can I go to his house tomorrow?" Jake asked once we got home.

"I don't know, call him and I'll talk to his mom" I said, shrugging off my coat. He nodded and rushed to the living room and came back with the phone in his hands and a slip of paper. I dialed the number and it rang a couple times before a strong voice answered.

"Hello? Is this the Dawson residence?" I asked into the phone.

"Indeed it is, who am I talking to?" The man on the other side asked.

"I'm Mrs. Greyson, Liam Jake's mother? My son is friends with Mathew" I said.

"Oh! Would you like to talk to his mother?" The man asked. I nodded before remembering I was on a phone.

"Yes, please" I said quickly.

"You nodded didn't ya?" The voice laughed. I felt myself blushing.

"Guilty" I laughed.

"You seem very cool for a mom" The voice said again.

"I'm assuming you're Ashton?" I asked.

"The on and only" He laughed.

"Well pleasure meeting you Ashton"

"Likewise, I'll let you talk to my mom now, bye" He said.

"Thank you, bye" I replied. I heard shuffling then another voice, this one a feminine one spoke.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Hi, I'm Mrs. Greyson, Liam's mother" I said, using his first name. I assume he's known by it at school.

"Liam? Oh! You mean Jake" I assumed wrong then, fine.

"Yes, I thought you knew him by his first name" I laughed nervously.

"Oh no worries dear, we used to, then he said his name was Jake because you called him that" She answered laughing.

"Is that so?" I laughed looking at him. He shrugged and smiled sheepishly.

"So, not to sound rude, but what is the reason of your call?" She laughed. I think I'm going to like her.

"Oh, right! Um, Jake wants to go there tomorrow and I wanted to know if it's fine with you" I asked.

"Of course he can! He's always welcome!" She said in a very cheery voice.

"Thank you, I'll drop him off after lunch, is that okay?" I asked.

"Yes, that's perfect, then we can go shopping!" She cheered. I laughed.

"Sounds like a plan!" I beamed. We said our goodbyes and she hung up.

"You're going there tomorrow after lunch" I said before taking the phone back to it's place in the living room.

"YEY!" I heard him yell and run up the stairs, probably going to play or read.

I began preparing dinner, but I kept thinking back to the kiss. Every thought led me to that day, that moment. I put the pasta in the pan with water and I remember of making pasta with Harry, which reminds me of the kiss. I prepare the sauce and I remember about how Harry had hurt himself trying to do so, leading me back to the kiss. All of this is so frustrating! Why can't I forget it?!

Maybe I'm too curious, maybe I'm wondering too much. I keep asking myself what he meant by kissing me. Does he like me? No, of course not! Why would he like such a mess? Well, I'm not a mess anymore but still! I have a son! What guy his age would want an eighteen year old girl with a kid? I'll tell you: no guy. Did he feel sorry for me? Did he forget about the pity rule? Why did he kiss me?! Why? Why? Why? Why?!

"Why what?" I turned around and found Jake in his pajama's. I smiled at him and shook my head.

"Just asking God a few questions" I said kissing his head once he sat on the stool.

"You're thinking about the kiss" He stated.

"Well I'm not good with hiding now, am I?" I smiled sadly at him.

"Oh no, you're great at it, but I know when you're worried over something, and I just guessed it was the kiss" He said smiling at me and hugging me. I hugged him back, silently thanking God for the son and brother he gave me. Oh my, no matter how much I accept it, it's still wrong that he's both my son and brother.

I finished making food and we ate, with him describing the girl he has a crush on and why does he like her and all that cute funny stuff.

"Her name's Samantha Jane Dawson, but I call her Sammy!" He beamed.

"Why are you so happy about calling her Sammy?" I asked laughing slightly.

"Cause I'm the only one she doesn't mind calling her that" He blushed.

"Daaaaawww! That is soooo cute" I gushed.

"Moooooom! You sound like one of those obnoxious older sisters!" He whined. Then it hit me, I never asked him if he wanted me as a mother or a sister.

"I'm sorry, I never asked you what you wanted me to be" I said, lowering my head in shame.

"I want you to be my mommy! I never had a mommy! I've had a sister, and she was awesome, but now I need a mommy to help me pick presents for my future girlfriend!" He said, cheering me up. I looked up at him and shook my head laughing.

"You're six years old and you're going to ask her out?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, yeah. Is it okay with you?" He asked, looking hopeful.

"You can hug her and kiss her cheek, but you can't kiss her on the mouth! Oh! And you're aloud to hold hands" I said. He nodded and his smile grew bigger than the Chechire Cat's.

"Okay big guy! Time to go to bed" I said after I washed the dishes. He stayed there talking to me about Sammy's red hair and cute freckles. The boy's got it baaaad. Poor kid...

"Aaaaw!" He whined.

"Someone doesn't want to go to Mathew's house tomorrow..." I trailed off warning him of the consequences.

"Good night mom!" He yelled running up stairs. I laughed and shook my head, heading up as well.

"Good night Jake" I kissed his forehead and went to my room. I changed into my pajama's and crawled into bed, reading the Bible, praying then falling into a sleep full of dreams about that kiss. Why wont it just go away, do I like him that much?!

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