Andrea hugged Chevre tightly. She kissed his forehead and both his checks before wrapping him in her arms. She said, "Oh, Chev. I really miss you... How did you know it was me?"
Chevre loosened his hold of Andrea and let out a heavy sigh. He said, "Mom, seriously. I get the food when you were coincidentally around, giving snacks to my siblings. Second, you obviously know my favorite desserts. No one else does."
Andrea sniffed away her tears, before wiping it completely with her palms. She then urged her son to take a seat with her on the couch. With both hands on his cheeks, she said, "Chev, I'm sorry if you were angry, naming you from goat cheese. Back then, pregnancy emotions got to me and I missed cheese very much - I vomited over cheese when I was carrying you and Brie -"
"Mom, it's okay. I realized how you liked cheese, but if it's fine with you, I'd rather just be called Chev," he said while wrinkling his nose.
