Steven Christian Lawson

Steven stepped out of his mother's car and looked up at the apartment building. He sighed and smiled back at his mom, she- despite how she'd felt when they started dating- had been very supportive of him and Peter living together. He grabbed the box he had in the backseat and said, "Okay, Mom, here I am. Thanks...For everything."
The woman started tearing up as she wrapped her arms around her son and said, "Steven, I love you. I love Peter, too. This is so much harder than you two going to college because it feels more...Permanent." She pulled back, her right hand resting on his shoulder as she said, "Now, I want you to call me."
Steven chuckled, "I will, Mom."
"And I wanna talk to Peter, too."
"Okay, Mom."
"I just don't want you two to forget how much I love you!"
"We get it, Mom."
"And go easy on him, okay? You boys have jobs now and you can't spend all your time-"
"Whoa! Mom! Yeah, yeah, okay!"
She smiled and placed a hand on her son's face, "You've grown up so much. I still remember when you wore diapers."
"And I still remember when you couldn't wait to get rid of me."
She laughed, "Okay, okay, I get it. You don't want mom all up in your business."
Steven dropped the box he was holding (it just had his clothes in it) and wrapped his arms around his mother, "I'm gonna miss you, Mom, I really am. But I'm ready to start my life. College was a good start but this is where I've really gotta put things together. I love you, I really do, but you know I've always hated it in Texas."
And then the tears started, "Yeah, I do...But you two are my baby boys! You're the only family I have left."
He patted her back, "You're not loosing us, Mom. We're just a little further away. I mean, please, you couldn't get rid of me if you wanted! Gay boys love their moms too much for that."
That's when Amy laughed and said, "Alright, let's get some of this stuff inside, okay?"
A little while later, Steven had all his boxes and random crap in the apartment and his mother had left. "Thank God..." He mumbled under his breath as he sat down on a box labeled: "Crap I should probably toss" And ran his fingers through his hair. He'd had a long day, driving with his mother, telling stories from his childhood over and over again. He was very, very glad to be done with it. But something inside missed her already. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. Oh well, he lived in California now, and he lived there with Peter. What could be better?
Oh, yeah, nothing.











