Confessions

Jane point of view.

I didn't want to stay there because I had only brought very sensual nightgowns. I imagined we would stay in a hotel, and since the house wasn't very big, I wasn't sure if we would have a room and bathroom for ourselves. Jayden seemed to read the discomfort in my face and sighed.

"Mom, I think Jane would feel more comfortable if we stayed in a hotel," he explained, and I smiled, happy that he understood my expression.

"But I cleaned your old room, put on fresh sheets, and everything smells so nice," she said, looking at us with a pleading expression. Jayden looked at me as if asking for permission. I shrugged, and she smiled, satisfied.

"Well, I'll wash the dinner dishes and prepare some hot chocolate," the older woman said enthusiastically, and I smiled.

"I'll help you, mistress!" I offered, but she shook her head.

"No need, dear! And don't call me mistress, call me Mom!" she requested. I smiled at her and nodded.

"Okay, but please let me help? It's the least I can