"Now tell me, honey bun~?" Fransesca cooed sweetly, still holding him like a prized stuffed animal.
"Pwaaah!!" Javier finally broke free for a gasp of air, dramatically wiping his face. "Mother!! I nearly saw the river across the side!"
"My~ don't be like that~" she teased, completely unfazed. "A little love hug from your mother won't kill you~"
"Seriously!" Javier panted. "I was about to die from suffocation! I couldn't even breathe—my face was completely—!"
Fransesca blinked innocently, then tilted her head. "Hmm? Does that mean… you don't love mama anymore?"
"Wha—! I-I didn't mean it like that!!" Javier panicked, hands raised in defense. "Of course I love you, Mother! I just—! I mean—!"
"Hmhm~ I see." She leaned in, her soft smile dangerously gentle. "So next time you come home, you won't run away from my hugs, will you~?"
Javier flinched.
"...I'll submit quietly…" he muttered.
"Good boy~" she giggled, ruffling his hair. "That's more like my honey bun~"
