A Loving Lockdown Christmas A mother finds love, desire and passion on Christmas.
Prologue
1 year ago…
“Do I have to? I got offers from both state colleges I applied to.”
Vivian Kesley grimaced as she glanced over at her son, knowing exactly why he was reluctant.
“And miss out on Stanford? Seriously Jason, do you know what you’re about to do? I know you want to stay with me and I’m glad you do baby… but as your mother I know what’s best for you.”
“I mean they do have a really good tennis program and they’re offering an athletic scholarship… but, leaving you for that? Not worth it. Not after what happened with dad.” The 18-year old’s forest green eyes blazed with fury, the last word spat out acidly. Seeing the disapproval on his mother’s face, he frowned but continued. “Besides, the sports psychology course here isn’t bad, and they’re giving me a partial scholarship too.”
Vivian massaged her temples, growing more frustrated by the minute. “You can do a better sports psychology course at Stanford and be a part of one of the most reputed tennis programs in the country. I know this is your dream, and you’re not giving it up for me. Give it a thought honey, if you really care about me give it a thought.”
Burying his face in his hands, Jason let out a deep sigh. He looked up at his mother, staring intently at her — almost making Vivian self-conscious, as if there was something on her face.
“Fine, I’ll accept their offer but…”
“But what?” A grin embellished Vivian’s delicate features, she was glad she could finally end this tug-of-war battle that had waged on for weeks.
“I’m gonna skype you every day,” a matching grin now spread across Jason’s face as he reached out to clasp Vivian’s smaller hands into his own, “I’ll miss you, Mom.”
“I’ll miss you too baby.” Vivian couldn’t fathom how life was going to be without her son. After all he had been her rock, supporting her through the toughest of times. There were moments when she had sunk into deep depression. That’s what months of abuse had done to her and if it wasn’t for Jason… She shuddered to think about where she would have been now.
Deep down she knew they had made the right choice to give him the best future possible. Something she had worked hard to achieve, especially as a single working parent.
“So college boy, what do you have planned for the summer?” She got up from the sleek grey barstool, turning around to begin dinner — Japanese styled fried rice. Vivian had added her own mix to the recipe and customized it. She reached for the small jar of organic spicy seasoning, grabbing it from upper cabinets. “Jason are you even lis-“
Vivian turned around, and was quick enough to catch her son’s eyes jerk up to her face, his eyes wide at being caught.
“Uh what?…yeah, Mom.” She glanced at him skeptically. The simple polka dot summer dress had ridden up during the stretch and she smoothed out the ends pulling it down. ‘Was he staring at my…ass? No that’s couldn’t be it.’
“I asked you what your plans were for the summer.” Vivian stood, with her hands on her hips. Something was up and the way he was acting seemed fishy to her.
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