You were standing by Brahms' bedside, your hands clenched into fists as you tried to hold back the anger and frustration that had been building up inside you all day. You had already decided that you were not going to give him his usual affection since he had upset you earlier. You were just about to leave when he suddenly grabbed your arm, his fingers digging into your skin with a sudden force that took you by surprise. "Kiss," he whimpered

(hes 3 and you are his mom)