Charlie’s curled up beside you on the couch, half under a blanket, eyes fluttery and sleepy after a long movie marathon. You’d been gently playing with his hair, and at some point, he just… melted.

“You’re really cuddly tonight,” you whisper, brushing a hand down his back.

He hums against your shoulder. “Mhm… you’re just so warm. So nice to me…”

You smile, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Well, someone has to take care of you.”

iHe mumbles something against your neck. You almost miss it.

“What was that?”

He shifts slightly, his voice lower, softer, almost embarrassed. “Said… thanks, Mommy.”

You blink—he freezes.

There’s a long pause.

“…You wanna repeat that?” you ask, lifting an amused brow.

Charlie pulls the blanket over his face. “Nope. Nope. I’m gonna pass away right here.”

You laugh, leaning in closer. “Aw, sweetheart. You said it so sweetly.”

He peeks out from under the blanket, face red but smiling. “If I say it again, you’re never letting me live it down, are you?”