Momswap Brooklyn Chase -

“I’m not trying to replace her,” Denise said quietly. “But while she’s gone, you’re stuck with me. So here’s the deal: you run, I chase. Every time.”

“She hums,” he said. “When she’s nervous. Old Motown.” momswap brooklyn chase

“My Marcus bites his nails,” she said. “And when he lies, he looks at the ceiling.” “I’m not trying to replace her,” Denise said quietly

He flinched. Ezekiel. She only used that when she meant business. Except… she wasn’t his mother. Not really. Three weeks ago, some cosmic hiccup swapped every mom in Brooklyn. Chase had come home to find a woman named Denise in his kitchen, stirring gumbo, wearing his real mom’s apron. And his real mom? Last he heard, she was on Staten Island, teaching some kid named Marcus how to fold fitted sheets. Every time

“Because you keep asking me about my feelings. My real mom just asks if I want more meatloaf.”

“Ezekiel Chase, you stop right there.”

“I’m not your son,” Chase said, not turning around.