Derek watched his mother as she paced back and forth the kitchen, with her hands on her waist.
"Mum, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." He said for the umpteenth time since they had left his little witch's room.
"That's your problem. Why weren't you thinking?" She asked, taking a moment to stop her marathon pacing.
"I...we..." He was stuttering now, not knowing how to speak out on how it had happened to his mother. He actually felt embarrassed.
"I didn't teach you to stutter Derek. What happened? How did you lose your mind? What were you even doing in her room in the first place?" She asked, raising up her right eyebrow as she asked the last question.
"I know you both are dating, in her words, but you should know better. I trusted you to know better. I trusted you to do better." She state
