Mommy Time? Don't You Dare Interrupt!

Brazzers

Jake Adams, Alana Cruise Pic(s)

The last golden hour of sunlight was spilling through the bay window, a precious and fleeting silence finally having settled over the house as Alana Cruise sank into the plush embrace of the living room armchair. This was her sacred “mommy time,” a non-negotiable sliver of the day carved out just for her own sanity and a steaming mug of tea. Her husband, Jake Adams, had taken their two rambunctious toddlers to the park, a heroic effort to grant her this small island of peace. She could almost feel the tension in her shoulders beginning to unknot, the quiet hum of the refrigerator a soothing melody after the day’s cacophony of demands. With a contented sigh, she reached for her current novel, the untouched bookmark a testament to how long she had waited for this moment. Just as her fingers brushed the cover, however, the front door burst open with a jarring crash, followed by the immediate, piercing wail of their youngest. Jake’s frazzled voice echoed from the foyer, a desperate attempt to shush the crying while also corralling the older child, whose muddy shoes were already stomping across the clean floor. Alana’s eyes snapped shut, her jaw tightening as she absorbed the abrupt and violent shattering of her hard-won tranquility. The serene sanctuary of just moments before was now a distant memory, violently invaded by the chaotic reality she had desperately needed a break from. She took a slow, deliberate breath, the warmth of her tea now feeling like a taunt, and prepared to re-enter the fray, her precious solitude nothing but a beautiful, evaporated dream.