Usepov - Kell Fire - I--39-ve Missed My Repack Freeuse Mom... 🔥

“Yeah, Mom. It’s me.”

I swallowed. “It’s been three years.”

“Say it again,” I whispered.

She reached down and unbuckled my belt with the efficiency of someone who’d done it a thousand times. Because she had. Just not in three years.

That was my first thought as I slid the old brass key into the lock of the suburban split-level. Three years at university, two cramped summers in the city interning, and one broken engagement later, I was back. The door swung open, and the smell hit me—lavender, vanilla, and the faint ghost of coffee. Her smell. “Yeah, Mom

I groaned as her fingers wrapped around me. Warm. Certain.

She stepped even closer. Her hand came up, and she pressed her palm flat against my chest, right over my heart. “This house has always had two sets of rules, baby. The ones for company. And the ones for us.” She reached down and unbuckled my belt with

She turned, knife in hand, and looked at me.

“So. First day back. First rule in effect.” She took my hand and placed it on her hip, right where the yellow cotton was thinnest. “I’m in the middle of prepping dinner. But my mouth isn’t busy right now.” That was my first thought as I slid

“Dinner’s in an hour,” she said, sinking to her knees on the kitchen tile. “You have fifty-nine minutes to remind me why I never changed the locks.”