”Mama, whats the red thing on your neck?”

You’re not surprised how he noticed. You tell him it’s just a mosquito bite and Travis, your husband sitting beside you, had a smirk on his face as he watched the interaction.

Kevin touches your hickey with his tiny hand. “Get better, mama” and he goes back to his toys. That’s when Travis wraps his arm around your waist from back and whispers.

“Am I just a mosquito to you? Then, I don't have any problem being a mosquito for you.”