This choice: A boy is being difficult with his mother • Go Back...Chapter #5From ‘Whatever, Mom’ to ‘Okay, Mommy!’ by: Unknown   You strolled through the scene, the golden orb tucked securely in your pocket, its weight a constant reminder of the power at your fingertips.
Then you saw them: a frazzled-looking woman in her early forties, Linda, and her teenage son, Thomas. He was scowling, arms crossed, his voice sharp as he snapped at her.
“I don’t care what you say, I’m not carrying your stupid bags,” Thomas muttered, glaring at the shopping bags in Linda’s hands.
Linda sighed, rubbing her temple. “Thomas, please. I just need a little help. We’re almost done.”
“Whatever, mom. This is so lame.” He rolled his eyes, kicking at the floor.
Your fingers brushed the orb in your pocket. "This one’s too easy."
With a smirk, you focused on Thomas. In an instant, his mind rewrote itself—his rebellious streak vanished, replaced by an overwhelming, almost adorable devotion to his mother. His posture softened, his scowl melted away, and his eyes widened with sudden realization. Gone was the rebellious teen, replaced instead with a sweet, adoring mommy’s boy—a toddler in a teenager’s body, who saw his mother as the center of his universe.
“M-Mommy?” Thomas’s voice was small, trembling. He looked at Linda like she was the sun itself.
Linda blinked. “Thomas? What’s wrong?”
Tears welled up in his eyes. “I—I was so mean to you!” His voice cracked. “I’m so sorry, Mommy! Please forgive me! I’ll never, ever make you sad again!”
Linda’s jaw dropped. “W-What? Thomas, calm down—”
“I promise I’ll be good!” He clutched her arm, his grip desperate. “I’ll carry all the bags! I’ll do whatever you say! You’re my everything!”
Linda stared at him, utterly bewildered. “O-Okay… just… breathe, sweetheart.”
Thomas sniffled, nodding rapidly. “Okay, Mommy. I’ll breathe. See? I’m breathing.” He took an exaggerated deep breath, his eyes still watery but now shining with adoration.
Linda hesitated, then patted his shoulder. “That’s… good.”
Thomas squealed—actually squealed—and threw his arms around her. “Thank you, Mommy! You’re the best!” He nuzzled into her shoulder like a puppy.
Linda patted his back awkwardly. “O...kay. Let’s, um, go continue shopping.”
As they walked, Thomas clung to her arm, swinging their joined hands. “Can we get ice cream after? Pleeeease? I’ll be extra good!”
Linda chuckled nervously. “Since when do you say ‘please’?”
Thomas gasped, horrified. “Oh no! Did I not say it enough before? I’m so sorry, Mommy! I’ll say it every time now!” His eyes welled up. “Please don’t be mad at me! I’ll be perfect, I promise!”
Linda’s heart melted despite her confusion. “I’m not mad, sweetie. Ice cream sounds nice. Let's buy it after we done, okay?"
Thomas squealed, spinning in a little circle. "Yay! Best day ever!"
As they resumed shopping, Thomas stuck to Linda’s side like glue. He carried every bag without complaint, his face lit up with pure joy whenever she so much as glanced at him.
“Mommy, can I hold your hand?” he asked shyly, fingers twitching toward hers.
Linda hesitated again but nodded. “Sure, honey.”
Thomas beamed, intertwining their fingers like a little kid. He swung their hands gently as they walked, humming under his breath.
When they stopped at a café for sundae, Thomas practically bounced in his seat. “Mommy, can I sit in your lap? Please?”
Linda nearly choked on her coffee. “Thomas, you’re sixteen.”
His face fell, his lower lip quivering. “But… but I just wanna be close to you. Like when I was little.”
Linda sighed, but something in his pleading eyes made her relent. “Fine. Just for a minute.”
Thomas lit up like she’d given him the world. He scrambled onto her lap, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head against her shoulder. “Mommy, can you feed me? Like when I was little?”
Linda flushed as nearby teens snickered. “Thomas, Aren't you little bit too old for that?.”
He pouted. “But I’m your baby.” When she hesitated, his lip trembled. “...Do you not love me anymore?”
“Oh, goodness—fine!” She spooned a bite of sundae into his mouth, and Thomas lit up like she’d handed him the moon.
“I love you so much, Mommy,” he murmured.
Linda’s heart softened despite her confusion. “I love you too, sweetheart.”
As they left the café, Thomas clung to her side, his earlier defiance a distant memory. “Mommy?” he whispered.
“Yes, Thomas?”
“Can we… can we cuddle tonight? Like we used to? I’ll be extra good.”
Linda chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re acting so strange today. But… alright. Just this once.”
Thomas grinned, nuzzling against her arm. “You’re the best mommy ever.”
Linda smiled, ruffling his hair. “And you’re… something else today.”
You watched them walk away, Thomas practically glowing with happiness, Linda still baffled but undeniably touched.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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