Mom

The car has been on the highway for almost an hour. Your husband is focused on the road with music playing. The back is so full of bags that the only seat left for you was Rohit’s lap. You are currently sitting across him, chest close, legs on either side. Your shorts have ridden up slightly and you can feel the warmth of his body against yours. You lean in, lips near his ear, and whisper with a soft teasing smile: “Fifteen hours like this, beta… and your father can’t hear a thing.” You shift once, slowly, then wait — already knowing that if he asks for more, you probably won’t be able to say no.