K U R T
I stood with the tray of my used dishes in my hand and decided to walk down the kitchen and I saw mom sitting on the couch beside Evan as I descended the stairs.
"Kurt!" Mom stood and jogged towards me. She hugged me and what was making it so hard was because I was bringing the tray. I had to balance my left hand with it while mom was squeezing me with all her strength.
"Mom, it's not me who was sick." I said and she let go of me, brushing her hands in my hair. It was her way of checking me when I was still a kid and I felt like a kid now but I didn't complain.
"I know." She said, worried. "How was he?"
"Have you ever heard that alpha healing power or sort of?" I asked without answering her and her eyes widen for a second upon hearing it.
Of course, she knew! And it made me w
