"So, where does the long story begin?" Harry asked as he pressed her butt, making Mom gulp and push his hands away.
"If you are going to do things like that, I won't speak anymore," She grumbled, then asked, her voice doubtful and slightly afraid, "Don't you love Lilly anymore after you went into Coma?"
Harry blinked and took his hands back from her butt, and instead, just hugged her, "No, Mom, I just know my lovely Mother too much not to know that she was making a mountain out of a molehill."
Emma's brows furrowed and scrunched up beautifully. She looked intently at Harry's face and asked, her voice sounding rather different from the earlier moans, angrier, "What do you mean 'make a mountain out of a molehill'?"
His face went close to her lips for a kiss, but she averted her face.
"Don't be so angry, Mom," Harry said and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"I am not angry," Emma said with squinted eyes, 'This son of mine….'
