As you get to the top of the stairs, you see your husband Bill leaning against an open door talking to someone. You call to him and ask him to let everyone know that the food is all ready and for everyone to come down to eat. You go back to the buffet and fuss over it a bit, making sure there are enough plates, silverware and napkins.
You hear the sounds of footsteps and smile as your family starts to file in. You tell them where to line up and supervise the first few through, looking at the rest to make sure they're all watching will follow suit.
Satisfied, you step back and watch them all grab something to eat, telling them they can sit anywhere they can but to please try to not spill anything on any of the furniture, and with a laugh tell them that spilling on the floor is acceptable because it's easy to clean up. You feel a hand on your back and turn to see who it is.
"It looks great mom. You outdid yourself, as usual," your oldest son Brad says with a smile.
"Thanks dear. I try my best," you answer his compliment.
"You never have to try too hard," he smiles back. "And speaking of looking great, you look as hot as ever mom."
As he says that, you feel his hand sliding lower and over the rise of your tush.
"Uh, uh ,uh Brad," you say with a giggle as you reach back to move his hand away and wiggle out of his reach. "You be a good boy now and eat. I want you all to get some energy in you, especially you men. You're going to need it," you add with a laugh and keep a watchful eye on him as you move away.
You see Bill off to the side and stand over beside him, watching everyone. He slips his arm around your waist and you do the same to him.
"Looks like everyone made it," he says with a smile. "I think this is going to be a great reunion."
"I sure hope so," you sigh and lean your head against his shoulder," it's been too long since we've done something like this, and the family keeps getting bigger."
"Speaking of getting bigger," Bill says with a chuckle, "have you decided on who you're going to let have first crack at you."
He laughs as you make a fist and jab him in the gut playfully.
"BILL! What a way to put it," you laugh, " but... to answer your question, no. It seems like Brad is all ready to go though."
"I'm not surprised," he says with a grin," he always looked forward to slipping into bed with his hottie momma."
"You stop that," you laugh, " I always tried to even the time out with them all, and you know it."
"I know Doris, but even then, you can't blame a boy for having a favourite," he says and winks as he walks away.
You see some empty plates and with a sigh, go over to gather them up and put them aside. As you go into the kitchen to pile them on a counter, you hear a voice.
"That was delicious. But now I'm the mood to eat something else."
With a smile, you turn to see...? |