"I thought I heard your voices." Ben said, referring to his parents.
Angela walked to where her son was and hugged him. Ben welcomed her with open arms. Nothing could compare to a motherly hug. All your troubles felt like they were being evaporated when you are wrapped in their warmth. It was the best feeling in the world.
"Ben, my baby." She pinched his cheeks. Both Diana and Owen rolled their eyes. The action caught Ben's eyes and he smiled. His father and Diana would get along just fine. They had similar characteristics.
"Mom, how many times have I told you to stop calling me that?" Ben asked. However, he knew that would never happen, but it was worth a try.
"And how many times have I told you that will never happen?" See. Nobody other than his father knew his mother more than him.
