“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” she said, handing him the warm mug. She took a sip from her own, relishing the delicious creamy, warm eggnog. It was perfectly sweet, with the bourbon and pumpkin spices giving a nice punch.
“Just like you,” he turned to look at Vivian. A rosy blush coloring her cheeks, as she stared right back at him, drawn in by the sheer intensity of emotion in his eyes.
Exhaling a deep sigh, “you know you shouldn’t say that, Jason.”
“Why? Can’t a guy compliment his mother?” He eased one arm arm over her shoulders, but Vivian shrugged it off.
“What are you doing?” Frustration evident on her face as she turned away. Jason though, continued staring at her.
“Nothing. The eggnog’s real good though, but I bet your lips taste sweeter.”
Vivian almost dropped her mug, her jaws dropping in pure shock. “Jason, that’s not something you should say to your mother.”
There was no response. She heard the sound of Jason’s mug being set down on the coffee table, but she refused to let her gaze waver from the glittering snowflakes that fell soundlessly — as if searching for answers to her current predicament. A moment later, Vivian felt his hands on her shoulders, lightly massaging them.
“Mom,” slowly he maneuvered her to face him, “we’re under the mistletoe.” She looked up through her thick eyelashes first at him, then up at the spray of mistletoe hanging deceptively at the corner of the curtain rod.
Vivian reluctantly turned her eyes to his, “Jace” she paused to reflect on her words, “I-“
“You don’t have to say anything, Mom. I’ve been meaning to say something to you…in fact for quite some time now…”
“I’ve desired you for as long as I can remember. I thought it was just a phase I was going through, but by the time I was sixteen I knew it wasn’t just some silly boy crush. I couldn’t stop thinking of you, Mom, you drove me crazy. Then the thing with Dad happened, all I wanted to do was beat the shit out of him for even touching you that way. I wanted to protect you, to love you.”
Vivian let out a long-held gasp. She hadn’t expected this. Now, she could see it all, he had always been close to her. All those innocent hugs, the kisses on her cheek, now held a different meaning entirely. Her head was swirling with conflicting thoughts.
Jason continued, “For a long time I fought with these desires. I went out with other girls, but it just wasn’t the same. After the divorce, it was just you and me, and those feelings I had just got stronger. I’m in love with you Mom, and if I can’t spend the rest of my life with you, give me just one night. One night to love you the way I want to. They say that the magic of Christmas is to bring love. I want to share that magic with you tonight, Mom.” His voice was almost pleading by the time he finished.
“Oh Jason, I don’t know what to say.” She walked over to the couch, gulping the last of the drink, setting the empty mug next to his before slumping against the soft cushion. He was by her side immediately, laying a comforting hand on hers. “You know, I’ve had thoughts about you too. Ever since the day you left for college… I’ve had thoughts no mother should have of her son. You mean the world to me Jace, and I do feel the same way about you. But this… it’s so very wrong.”
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