There you go. Are you feeling better now?” she asked while stroking his cheek lightly.
Dylan nodded and leaned closer towards her hand before he placed a quick kiss on her hand before sitting back straight in his chair.
“Thank you, Mom,” he muttered, smiling shyly at her.
“You don’t need to thank me honey. This is my job. You should thank yourself. You know, Dylan, if you weren’t doing so great in classes, I would probably start blaming myself instead of asking you what was wrong with you. You always seem to make us look like idiots whenever you talk about your feelings. Sometimes it seems as if we don’t even know what you’re talking about, you’re talking so fast sometimes. We could never keep up with everything you say,” she commented jokingly.
Dylan laughed before shaking his head at
