Because he is my son
She heard him and rolled her eyes.
"What? You don't want to give me a kiss now?"
Taking a deep breath she moved her hands which surrounded his neck and hugged him tight instead. With her face resting on his chest she said,
"If I take one more step close to you, then I may not survive", she said and then her finger she started tracing circles around the button of his shirt.
He could get what she meant to say, without the need of her telling it explicitly. That was the beauty of their relationship.
"Does your stomach hurt?"
"A bit".
"What about now?"
Saying that he slowly moved one of his hand underneath her camisole and started tracing random patterns with his fingers on her back. Each movement was slow, like a gentle caress, like he was trying to tread some unknown meadows with caution.
"Mmm... It's nice", she said and closed her eyes lying in his arms.
He gently kissed on her head and continued running his fingers.