...y wanted. It was one of the perks of being a superhero. Battling aliens every night burned a lot of calories.
So did the sex.
She loved to tease him about him eating all the time. He really could pack it away. He would merely shrug and remind her that he was a growing boy.
Most teenage boys did eat a lot, she had to concede. And he certainly had to. He needed constant sustenance because he never slowed down even for a moment.
When they’d been younger, she’d suspected he was hyperactive. Now that they were older and she spent all of her time with him, she was positive he was hyperactive.
He’d calmed down quite a bit since he was 10, of course. He’d had to learn how to channel his energy into more productive pursuits. It was a good thing he’d discovered soccer and being a superhero. She didn’t know what he’d do with all that excess energy otherwise.
And he still had plenty of energy left to burn. It was hard to keep up with him sometimes because he was always on the go. Just being around him could be tiring when he was in one of his excitable phases.
But she had to admit that it was always exciting. His enthusiasm was contagious.
Before, her life had been a regimented series of color-coded schedules and to-do lists. Even at ...