It was a beautiful Saturday morning and when Maxton emerged from his bedroom the smell emerging from his kitchen hit his nose and a wide smile broke his face.
He can recognize that smell anywhere, in fact, he grew up with that smell.
His stomach rumbles making him hurry to the kitchen.
No matter how full he feels the smell of his mother's cooking always makes him hungry.
His smile changed to that of a deep frown when he walked in to find his parents making out against the kitchen counter.
" Can you guys respect where the food is made, " he grumbled to himself.
His father continued kissing his wife not minding his grumbling son and only pulled away when he was good and ready before turning to wink at his frowning son.
" Son, when you meet a woman that gladdens your heart you wi
