Summer’s P.O.V.
“Will you be alright,” Noah asked me anxiously, holding me by my neck. I could see fear in his eyes.
“Of course, honey. What can happen to me?” I asked him while shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly.
“What possibly can happen to me, my love, when you are with me?” I asked him again, while shrinking my nose in a teasing way.
He grinned this time. “I will always protect you, mom.” He replied to me confidently, making me bobbed my head furiously in agreement.
To be honest, now I was scolding myself for being so recklessly at the border without even thinking about what would happen to Noah if something happens to me.
It’s not that I regretted it, but as a mother, I should have had thoughts of my son too.
“I know, honey, and that’s why, mom is always this fierce.” I replie
