Reading Between Lines || A TMF Henraisy Fanfic

12. Sweet Secrets

As Henry settled into his usual seat at the breakfast table, his parents greeted him with warm smiles. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, adding a sense of comfort to the morning routine.

"Good morning, Henry," his mother greeted him, her voice filled with genuine concern. "You seem a bit flushed this morning. Are you feeling okay?"

Henry's cheeks tinged with a deeper shade of red as he tried to brush off the question. "Oh, I'm fine, Mom. Just a little warm from rushing around."

His father chimed in, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Rushing around? What's got you in such a hurry, son?"

Henry chuckled nervously, trying to come up with a believable explanation. "Oh, you know, school projects, exams, and all that. It's just been a busy week."

His mother's gaze softened, and she placed a hand on his arm. "Remember to take breaks and not overexert yourself, dear. We want you to do well, but your health and well-being are just as important."

Henry nodded, appreciating his parents' concern. "I will, Mom. Thanks."

His father leaned back in his chair, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "You know, Henry, sometimes a bit of redness on the cheeks can be a sign of something else."

Henry's eyes widened, realizing his father was teasing him. "Dad, please!"

His parents shared a knowing smile, letting the matter drop. They understood their son's privacy and didn't press further. The conversation drifted to lighter topics as they enjoyed their breakfast together, the atmosphere filled with warmth and affection.

As Henry finished his meal and prepared to leave for school, his mother pulled him into a gentle hug. "Remember, Henry, we're always here for you. If there's anything you want to talk about or if you need support, don't hesitate to reach out."

Henry hugged her back, feeling a surge of gratitude for his parents' understanding and love. "Thanks, Mom. I appreciate it."

With a final goodbye and a wave to his father, Henry headed out the door, ready to face the day ahead. As he walked down the familiar path towards the bus stop, he couldn't help but reflect on his parents' words. Their support reminded him that he wasn't alone in navigating the complexities of growing up and discovering his own emotions.

Henry stepped out of his house, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of the day ahead. But as he walked down the familiar path towards the bus stop, a faint realization tugged at the corners of his consciousness. The quiet hum of the neighborhood seemed off, and something felt different in the air.

Suddenly, it hit him. It was Saturday. The weekend had arrived, and there would be no school today. Henry let out a soft chuckle at his absentmindedness, feeling a mixture of relief and amusement. How could he have forgotten?

Turning on his heels, Henry retraced his steps back towards his house. The sun was already casting its warm glow on the surroundings, painting the sky with hues of gold and orange. As he reached his front porch, he paused for a moment, savoring the tranquility of the weekend morning.

He pushed open the door and stepped inside, greeted by the familiar coziness of his home. Henry's parents looked up from their morning activities, a mix of surprise and amusement playing on their faces.

"Back so soon, Henry?" his father quipped, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Henry grinned, shaking his head. "Turns out I didn't need to catch the bus today. It's the weekend!"

His mother laughed softly, gesturing for him to join them at the kitchen table. "Well, I suppose that means you can relax and enjoy a leisurely morning with us."