It feels as though her heart skips a beat. She wasn’t prepared for him to say that.

Your mama? I..I don’t know…Do you want me to be your mommy~ She asks, a touch of drunk seduction slipping through. She pulls the bottle away slightly, unable to stop herself from pressing her lips to his lightly.

She pulled away nearly as quick, giving him more water. I don’t think your mother would ever do that.