<div class="floatleft">(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z335/Bchan1986/Bianca%20Beauchamp/1511644_711501478884472_499030442_n_zps841f4a62.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lara Beaumont<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home--->Driving---->Cabin<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Marco and Kellen<br/><br/>Lara was taken aback for a moment.  It was very rare that someone made her coffee for her; though she did appreciate the kind gesture her younger son had done for her.  Seeing Kellen smile at her, she couldn't help, but return it.  He was such a good boy.  Marco's reply to her question about breakfast was left a mystery, so she left it as is and took her seat at the table until the surprise feast was done.  Lifting her cup, she took a small sip of her coffee; feeling the delicious taste of caffeine enter her system and starting to wake her half-sleeping mind.  What would she do without it?  Probably be the world's worst mother she imagined.  It didn't take much to make the French woman's mood go sour, so to make things better to deal with; both for her employees and herself, she took in her daily amount of the waker-uper.  Pushing the in-the-moment thought to the side, she took another sip and leaned back in her chair; crossing one leg over the other.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before a plate was set down in front of her; taking a few seconds to look at the skillfully prepared food and hear her stomach give a small growl as the drool-worthy aromas filled her nostrils.  Reaching a hand up, she clasped the hand felt placed upon one of her shoulders and gave it light pat.  "Even months away and you still seem to know your way around the kitchen.  I shouldn't be surprised, but..."  A heavy sighed escaped her as she went to pick up her fork and sliced into the side of the crepe.  Stabbing into the small square she had cut out, she lifted it to her lips, but stopped for a split second at feeling a hand playing with the back of her ponytail.  She wanted to believe he was doing it obliviously, but Lara had a hunch that he was missing her touch.  It had been four months or so since the last time he had been home.  She didn't say anything however, and went about placing the first bite into her mouth.  A low moan rose up from her throat as the sweet taste of the filling inside.  "Oh!<em>C'est bien</em>!"<br/><br/>She smiled warmly over at Kellen.  Despite him having a more healthier version of breakfast, she was sure he was also enjoying the meal prepared by his older brother.  Swallowing her food, she cut another piece and savored the flavor once more; only to nearly choke on it at hearing what came out of Kellen's mouth.  Grabbing for her coffee, she took a nice, long swig of the brown brew.  Had she heard right?  He knew?  The letter?  The letter!  Her brown eyes widened a bit.  She must have left it out in open while doing something else a few days ago and Kellen found it, read it, and now knew everything.  Her thin brows furrowed together into a frown at seeing the younger Beaumont boy looking down.  He was jealous of Marco?<br/><br/>Giving a quick glance to Marco sitting at the front of the table, she set her cup down and rested her chin in the palms of her hands.  Marco seemed rather comfortable with the sudden mention of their 'secret love affair', but Kellen was now seeming to experience a sense of mixed emotions.  It was like a teenage Marco all over again; though obviously different on many levels.    He was clearly upset, but wouldn't say so out loud; not yet at least.  The conversation then seemed to shift to something more simplier; though Lara could tell there was something slightly...off.  Their mother listened intentally to the small-talk, but when Kellen rose from his seat, approached her, and then kissed her, Lara would be lying if she said that she wasn't shocked.  Up until today, she had handled her double-duty of loving both sons when she had a free moment and one of them was away or not at home.  And now that the cat was out of the bag, would things continue to go smoothly like they had before?<br/><br/>She felt her body stiffen slightly at a hand lightly caressing one of her breasts; the sudden contact throwing her off track.  Left in a momentary state of shock, she nearly missed the few setences thrown back and forth between the two Beaumont boys before Kellen took off to get both his belongings and her own.  Once out of the room, Lara slowly turned her gaze to Marco; clearly at a loss for words.  Had what she done to her little boy last night triggered some unknown switch?  What he had just done...it was like he was challenging his brother for dominance over their mother.  Where had this side come from?  It was mind-blowing and yet, she felt slightly aroused at how erotic it felt being found out and then claimed in front of her other lover.<br/><br/>Clearing her throat some, she picked up her cup of coffee again and chuckled lightly; a faint blush tinting her cheeks.  "Well, that was something...Heh."  After taking a few more sips, she placed it back down and slowly rose to her feet, but not before leaning over the table and gathering her taller son's face into her hands.  "Welcome home again, dear."  She then lightly kissed his lips; placing another to his forehead and then one more atop his head before turning to leave the kitchen.  After a few steps, she stopped, turned around, and came back to the table; grabbing her plate with the crepe slightly eaten and lifting it up.  "I'm going to finish this while I go change.  You finish your breakfast there and we'll all gather at the car."<br/><br/>Giving a similar wink to that of Kellen earlier, she turned back around and scurried out to the living room; a happy little humming tune heard down the halls as she made her way to her bedroom.  In the short time it took Kellen and Marco to gather all three of their bags into the vehicle with the most space for both luggage and people, Lara would exit the house she had bought and owned for the last eight years; wearing a simple  black, sweater-like shirt  (http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z335/Bchan1986/Bianca%20Beauchamp/Bianca%20in%20full%20black/cb1ac4884d4111e2ae2a22000a1f9723_7-590x590_zpsc299308e.jpg)with matching black jeans and a pair of brown crocs with holes to air out of her bare feet.  Her hair was down and still slightly messy; having run her hands through it again after brushing it out.  Very light makeup was worn; a little eyeliner and some lip gloss, but other than that, she looked pretty average.  During the sixteen hour drive to their destination, she was actually glad she hadn't worn more.  Between hanging her head out the window from hot flashes, raging behind the wheel while driving; which resulted in her having to smoke a cigarette or two to calm herself down, and having a little fun in the back seat with each of her boys, it would have no-doubtingly melted or rubbed off and the last thing she needed was to look like crackhead tramp from the streets or a sad clown.<br/><br/>Upon arriving at the place where they would be lodging for the time being, Lara sat in the back seat of the vehicle; fanning herself off with an old, worn-out magazine.  Passing by a few other cabins, she watched as families exited their own cars to unpack; spotting a few rather attractive-looking people along the roads.  Were they here for the very same reason as her and her sons were?  Parking off to the side, they got out and proceeded to unpack; taking turns bringing bags into the roomy building until everything had been removed.  Entering the cabin, Lara could already picture the events that would take place during the course of their stay.  Eyeing the jacuzzi set up in front of a fireplace, she knew where she would most likely be later on that very night.<br/><br/>Hearing her phone give a short jingle, she pulled out the cellphone she had crammed into one of her pants pockets and flipped it open.  Scanning over the text sent to her, a heavy sighed escaped her.  Pressing a few buttons, she then snapped it shut and shoved it back into her pocket.  It was Colette again from work.  Something about sales dropping and having some technical difficulties with the recent clothes lines.  Hadn't she made it perfectly clear that she was going to away on vacation and to not bother her unless the building had burned down or someone died?  As mean as it sounded, Lara hoped that neither one would occur during her time away, but enough was enough.  Spotting the open bar off in the distance, she made a straight B-line for it.<br/><br/>"As much as I enjoyed that little road trip, Mommy needs something to help her unwind right now..."<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/>For those who don't speak or know French:<br/>Oh! C'est bien=  Oh!  That's good!