Chelsea had gazed at her son for a long time before demurely tucking some golden hair behind her ear, looking away for a second, and gathering her thoughts. With an expectant sigh, she had turned back to her son. "Are you sure, Jimmy? Mommy would be willing to... help you practice this. But... it would mean I am your first kiss. Are you sure you want your mother to be your first?" She'd been almost wincing as she'd forced out the words, but to her amazement, her son had begun nodding his head in fervent affirmation before she had even finished.
"I wouldn't want it to be anyone else!" Jimmy had stated, sounding absolutely sure. "I... I love you, Mom."
Chelsea had not been prepared for that. She had heard her son say that he loved her thousands of times, but that time, with the way he had
