"LEWIS, can I touch your face?" Neoma asked her son seriously. "Just for a few minutes."
Lewis looked surprised by her sudden request. Then, his face turned red as he nodded slowly. "Okay, Princess Neoma."
"Thanks," she said, then she cupped his face between her hands. It was kind of annoying that she had to stand on her toes because of her son's sudden growth spurt. Lewis was only twelve years old but he could already pass as a teenager. "Lewis, you're not just my favorite person in this world– you're also the most precious to me. You're my son, my best friend, and my confidant. Obviously, I need and I want you beside me."
His face instantly lit up. He didn't need to talk for her to know that her words made him happy.
But she wasn't finished yet.
