Not only did her son not address her as 'mom' like he'd been doing for most of his life, he also shortened her actual name and called her 'Abi', like how her parents called her.
She understood that since he started playing his role as her father, it was only appropriate for him to call her by her name. But what she didn't expect was for her body to freeze in place when she heard her son utter those words, and her heart to beat wildy when her son addressed her as his, as if she belonged to him.
Her body instinctively reacted to his call, almost as if she had heard her actual father calling out to her. Only this time, there was a certain temptation in the way her make-believe father called her name that made her breathe quicken and her face flush red.
The reason she thought that an actual father-figure was calling out to her wasn't simply because her son had called out her name, but it was due to how her son's voice, which suddenly sounded so deep and mature as if he were speaking from deep within his body. And also, how his eyes had lost that clear and honest innocence gaze they had earlier, like a boy who was curious about everything, and turned into steady and calm eyes that looked like they'd seen all parts of life and had lived through it all, gaining much wisdom along the way.
She had always thought her son had a much more mature look in his eyes after his glow up today, but it was nowhere near how he looked now, as if he had experienced every challenge that life has to give when he was only 17 years old, and hasn't even left his parents home yet.
Her heart skipped a beat when she saw her son's mature gait, and she couldn't help but want to stand there and wait for him to speak to her like he was her father a little more, since the words that came out of his mouth seemed to have the ability to warm her up down under.
Especially when he called her Abi, and referred to her as his own daughter that he treasured. Those words of his made her want to crawl into his arms, which looked so steady now, and cry out, saying 'Abi's here' so that she could be spoiled by her son.
But no...She couldn't do that since she was his mother.
She couldn't give in to her temptations that she felt as a women, and had to follow the path of a mother, whether she liked it or not, since that's what a proper mother would do. If she simply gave in to her abnormal thoughts, she wouldn't be different from any other women on the street since she would caring more about her inner desires, more then her relationship with her son.
Whoosh~
So, to make sure that she wasn't tempted by her son's words that felt like sweet whispers into her ear, she bolted from where she was standing and made sure not to look back in case she ran right back to him after seeing his handsome face, which had lost all signs of being a teenager and looked more mature than anyone else she had ever seen.
And, just as she entered her living room and was looking to go to the nearest room with a lock, she heard her son's voice coming from the kitchen.
"Where are you going, Abi? Why are you running away from daddy?"
His voice was much calmer than usual, and it seemed like he didn't mind at all that she was running away, which made her much more uneasy since she felt like he had everything under his grasp.
Even though it was an instinctive feeling as a woman that told her that she was in a very dangerous situation when the person that was threatening her was her own son, she still chose to not take any chances and believe what she felt, and rushed towards one of the guest rooms around the corner of the living room.
And, just as she turned around the corner and thought that she was going to safely enter the room, she stopped in her place as her body froze, since her son was already standing near the door of the room with a slight smile on his face, like he found it funny how she was trying to run away from him.
She had no idea how her son got there without even making a sound, when she had just heard his voice in the kitchen a second ago. She looked back to check the kitchen to see if anyone was there, and sure enough, it was empty, which meant that her son didn't have a clone of himself waiting for her here.
Just as she was confused and thinking about how her son came here before her, she heard her son call her name and speak.
"What's wrong, Abi? Did Daddy do anything wrong that made you mad and not want to see me anymore?" Even though he spoke like he was concerned about her daughter's wellbeing, the slight smile on his lips told her that he was clearly making fun of her.
"If I did do anything that upset you, then let's talk about it at the dining table while we eat our dinner, since Daddy really can't bear to see you running away from me." He took a step forward, like he was trying to escort her back to the table.
That was the last thing she wanted to happen, as she just knew that if she was brought back to the kitchen, there would be no escaping from her son's grasp.
She quickly ran away as her son approached her and tried to run into another room across the hall, which also had a lock on the inside, which all the rooms don't have yet since it was a new house that they had just moved into.
She looked back to see if her son was on her tail, just in case, and sighed in relief when she saw that there was no one there. And just as she thought that she had lost him and was going to enter the room, she ran into something tall and steady that suddenly came out of nowhere.
She was about to fall from the impact, but was saved when a pair of hands grabbed her by the waist and stabilised her. When she looked up to see what she ran into in front of the door, and, at the same time, saved her from tumbling down, she saw her son looking down at her with a smile on his face.
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"That's why I always say that you shouldn't run in the house. Imagine what would've happened if I hadn't caught you." Her son said like he was deeply concerned about her.
But rather than being touched that her son was caring about her well-being, she was more shocked to see that she had bumped into her son when he was supposed to be standing near the other room. She had no idea how he moved from place to place so fast, and wondered if he could phase through walls like a ghost.
But it was better to think about her silly thoughts later, as her main goal was to escape from her son.
"Did I just not tell you to stop running in the house, Abi? Just why won't you listen to your father?" She could hear son say in a serene tone, as she tried to find another room to hide in.
But the moment she did find one and was about to enter, she saw her son waiting there, like he had long predicted that she would go there.
The house they lived in was quite big and had many ways to get from one place to another, so she thought that she could lose him by going in different paths. But somehow he still managed to find which room she was going to and blocked her from entering.
"Are you finally tired of playing around, Abi?" Her son casually asked, like all of this was a game that they were playing and he was going along for her daughter's sake. "Cause your father is starving right now and can't wait to eat you right now, I mean, eat right now, and-...Wait, where are you going?"
She didn't even let her son finish her sentence since she had already bolted off, after realising that hearing his mocking words only made her feel more helpless and that she should only focus on escaping and ignore everything else.
"You know that running away is useless right?" As if her son heard her thoughts, a voice came from behind which she chose to ignore thinking that she definitely had a chance of escaping from his grasp.
But unfortunately for her, her son's words came true, as no matter which room she tried to run into, she would always find him standing there before her. Be it the bedroom, bathroom, storage room, guestroom, or any room that was available on the first floor, she would always see her son first, and then only would the room come into sight.
It was like her son had some mysterious power that allowed him to move like a ninja through the house without making a single sound, and could somehow move so fast that she could hardly catch a glimpse of him.
And even though she was already starting to sweat from running around the house they just moved into, her son's dress hadn't even creased in the slightest, as if he just went for a brisk walk in the park.
Even though she was running around acting like how her son did in the past, she was way older than her son back then and didn't have the same energy he had. She knew that she couldn't keep this up much longer or else she would collapse onto the floor and be forced fed by her son, so she could only think about the final path available, which was the stairs upstairs.
There was only one way up to the first floor, so as long as she went up first, her son would have no chance of catching up to her. But it seems her thoughts were once again read, as she found her son at the bottom of the stairs, looking at the photos on the wall and standing like he was waiting for her.
Frustrated that her son caught up to her again, and was taunting her by casually checking out their family photos, she turned back to dash somewhere else once again. She thought that as long as she wasn't near her son, she would go anywhere, as he was the biggest threat to her, and decided to lock herself in the pantry that was still being built.
But just as she took her first step, she felt someone hold her hand and pull her back to where she was standing. She didn't even need to turn back to know who it was that caught her, and was firmly holding her in her place.
"I think we've played around enough, Abi." Her son tightly held her hand and looked like he had no intention of letting her off easily. "Let's go and have our dinner now, shall we, before it gets cold?"
There was a certain firmness in his tone, as if he was tired of playing her games and was authoritatively calling his daughter back. She, too, felt like he was her actual father and just thought that she had to follow his orders. She didn't even resist when her son pulled her hand, since she was actually afraid of going against his words because of the rigid feeling he gave off, which only her parents gave.
"Kafi, my hand hurts. You're pulling too-" She wanted to say that he was holding her too tightly, but stopped when her son turned back and looked at her with an amused look on his face.
"Kafi?...So, you think you're old enough to call your father by his name right now?" He looked at her like he was wondering where she got the guts to call him directly by his name.
"Have you forgotten that I'm your father? Or, is that my little Abi is going through her rebellious phase, and is going to call me like that from now on?" He asked with a smile on his face, which she couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
"N-No...D-Daddy....It's not like that." Rather than calling her son as her father, because of the bet, she called him Daddy because it just felt natural with the way he spoke and looked at her with a stern look on his face.
She thought that even if they weren't having a bet and her son acted the same way, she'd still call him Daddy since it just felt right at the moment. And even though she didn't want to call him Daddy at all costs since it would only enhance her feelings of seeing her son as a man, addressing her son as her father still gave her a wonderful feeling of taboo that warmed up her loins.
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