Chased by my Ex Husband
I roar, wiggling my fingers as I pretend to snap at his belly with my teeth.
Seb shrieks with laughter, his legs kicking wildly as I lay him back on the couch and tickle his feet.
“ No, Mommy, no! ” He tries to wriggle free but can’t stop giggling.
“ Oh, the tickle monster doesn’t listen to ‘no,’ ” I tease, my fingers dancing over his tiny ribs.
He gasps for breath between giggles, his cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with joy. Finally, I slow down, easing up as he collapses against the cushions, panting with a giant grin on his face.
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