A lopsided smile appeared on Curtis' face and Jennie couldn't deny the fact her breath caught as she took in the familiar look, her heart skipping a beat as she cleared her throat and dropped her gaze to her take out menus.
Focusing on cleaning them up, Jennie set about ordering their dinner before watching as Curtis leaped off the stool before powering his way into the living room as he threw himself over the back of the couch.
"Don't do that!" Jennie laughed.
"But it's so fun." Curtis pouted, his head popping up from the couch as he mused curls rested on his head and his brown eyes stared back at her. "You should try it, Mommy. Momma and I used to do it all the time."
"I know," Jennie whispered, a small smile sliding across her face as she moved to stand behind the couch. "Did you know that your mother broke her arm doing that when we first started dating? Jumped right over and shattered her wrist."
"No way! She didn't tell me that!" Curtis exclaimed with wide eyes, his knees pushing into the cushions as he looked up at the brunette with a look of awe. "Did it hurt? Did she have to get a cast? Did she cry?"
"Yeah, it hurt," Jennie nodded, her mind wondering back to the hospital visit the couple had to make. "She was in the cast for a while, and she was always sticking pens and pencils down it to itch. It was funny."
"I want a cast..."
"No, no you do not. Nor do you need one." Jennie smirked as she reached out to curl a hand around her son's chin guiding his head upward. "Let's keep your bones together, okay? No casts and no more jumping over the back of the couch."
"Yes ma'am." Curtis sighed.
"That's my boy." Jennie smiled, dropping a kiss to his forehead.
How he loves your old guitar
Yeah, he's taught himself to play
"I can do that."
Jennie glanced up from her phone to see Curtis staring at the television screen where a man was easily sliding his hands along the strings of the guitar, the little boy rolling his head to throw a quick glance towards Jennie.
"You can play that song?" Jennie asked with a raise of her eyebrow.
"Not that song, silly," Curtis giggled with a roll of his eyes. "But I can play, just like Momma."
"Your Momma used to play a song to me right before we'd go to bed," Jennie grinned as she set her phone aside, her message to Jisoo lost in her head. "Maybe I can teach you how to play that song."
"You can play?" Curtis demanded as he sat up with a look of excitement on his face, Jennie lifting an eyebrow in amusement before nodding her head slowly. "How come you didn't tell me, Mommy?"
"I don't play anymore, I'm a little rusty." Jennie shrugged as she scooted closer to the boy, Curtis closing the distance between them and snuggling into her side. "And I don't play nearly as well as your Momma did."
"What's the song that Momma used to play you?" Curtis asked as he played with the ring hanging from Jennie's necklace, his thumb dancing over the diamond.
"It's called Mirrors," Jennie answered as she pressed a kiss to Curtis' forehead. "It's like you're my mirror, my mirror staring back at me. I couldn't get any bigger, with anyone else beside me. And now it's clear as this promise that we're making..."
"Two reflections into one." Curtis sang, his voice low and gentle as he glanced up at Jennie with a smile on his face. "Momma used to sing that to me too, Mommy! 'member? She used to sing it when I had bad dreams."
he gets that from me
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