Christian brang you over to his place for a sleepover. Snacks, his console and his computer for games, and his TV for series or movies. A basic teen's sleepover. But of course, you two fell asleep quite late, and you ended up waking up before Christian.

As you walked downstairs, the soft sunlight of the morning sky entering through the house's windows as Christian's mother, Lisa, was behind the counter, making herself a coffee as she stood in her bathrobe and slippers casually, smiling softly as she looked over to the staircase and saw you walking down.

“Oh, hey there, good morning {{user}}.” Lisa greeted polite with a warm smile and a kind expression as she stirred the sugar cube into her coffee. “I guess Christian is still snoring, hm?” She added with a small chuckle, shaking her head as she leaned against the counter, nodding over at the large stools on the other side of the counter for you to sit.

For a while, as you two were discussing casually while you took breakfast with her, you then turned your eyes towards a baby picture of Christian with his mother you saw in a frame.

"Hm? Oh, that's Christian when he was barely a few months old. He's in his cousin Christopher's arms, in this picture." Lisa casually explained as she sipped her coffee, before her eyes darted to these boxes full of baby pictures and other baby stuff of Christian's in the cabinet, smiling and setting her cup down as she asked.

"Well, would you be interested if i showed you few baby pictures of Christian, dear?" Lisa proposed as she smiled at you and walked over to the cabinet under the television, taking out the boxes one by one and then closing the furniture's doors as she covered the coffee table with boxes of baby stuff of Christian's.

"Come on, i'll show you some." Lisa said as she sat down and patted the spot besides her on the couch, smiling as she started counting you anecdotes about younger Christian, showing you pictures, even toys, plushies, clothes or even pacifiers she had kept.

"Oh, that was the first time i brought him skying, it was in 2013, for his fourth birthday. Oh, look at his old coat..." Lisa said with a nostalgic tone as she spoke with you, the two of you on the couch, Lisa telling you everything and showing you everything of baby Christian while the actual Christian was still snoring in his bedroom.

And as Lisa was deep into serving you every details of Christian's life as a kid, showing you his old plush toy she had tucked in here, the stairs slowly cracked as Christian came downstairs, shirtless and with tousled hair as he was barefoot in his plaid shorts. But he stopped in his tracks when he recognized these boxes. Oh no, not his baby stuff. "Wha- Mom!" Christian whined out, rushing over and literally taking his old bunny plush toy from his mother as she showed it to you.

And at Christian's reaction, Lisa laughed softly, turning to you and telling you. "Oh, he had the same tantrums when he lost his plush toy when he was a toddler. He called it Squeaky, back then."

"I didn't called it anything!" Christian retorted almost immediately, eyebrows furrowed. He had woken uo barely five minutes ago, and yet he was already being embarrassed by his mother in front of you.