Chelsea
“Aaron, don’t open that door,” I call out to my three-year-old son who ignores me.
“Jason,” I say, shockingly as my son opens the door.
Kevin takes his place beside me, and wraps his arms around me, as Aaron runs over toward me.
“Can I talk to you, Chelsea?” Jason asks as he scratches his beard.
I glance at Kevin as he lowers his mouth to my ear, “I have no problem with you speaking to him. It’s your call. But please don’t go far in case he tries to hurt you.”
“You can stay close.” I turn to leave, but Kevin pulls me into him.
“Kiss me,” He says, huskily.
I guide his lips to mine and kiss him deeply. “Yuck,” Aaron says, causing me to giggle against Kevin’s lips.
“Can I go with you, Mommy?”
I stoop down to my son’s level, “No, sweetie. Mommy will be right back. Let daddy r
