TWISTED DREAMS

9. Jeremy

"My baby-bibi-doo." Mom kissed my cheek in row. Her soft and warm palms rested on my face when I made her win the game she was playing on PS5. She never wins the last level but always lie about it to Dad. "What would I have done without you?"

It's the normal day in Chen house on weekends. Dad cooks his traditional Chinese dish while Mom plays games on PS5 all day. And for me, I do both. I help Dad with the cooking and also play with Mom.

"Joshy, I won the game again!" Mom shouted and ran to our island kitchen top that is visible through the hall.

"I saw Jerry playing it. So it's not your victory." Dad denied while making Mom taste the soup he cooked.

"Umm, it's good. It tastes so good..." Mom complimented and crashed her lips on Dad. Dad raised his hand, pointed a finger at me and told me to turn around by circling his index finger.

I shake my head in obvious nod and turned around. Another normal action in Chen house. Mom is reckless and free while Dad got these Asian genes. So Mom kisses Dad in front of anyone while Dad gets possessive around me and Sofia.

Well he never deny Mom's kiss but tell us to look away secretly, without Mom knowing it.

"Come on Punk, taste the soup." Dad calls me after few seconds and I walked to kitchen with giving Dad a tiny smirk. Dad has nicknames for us all.

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Mom: Red

Sofia: Pink

Me: Punk

Well my nickname sounds like an abuse but it sounds good from Dad's mouth.

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Mom also have nicknames for us.

Dad: Joshy

Sofia: Lady Volkov

Me: Baby-bibi-doo

Now in this case, I'd prefer people calling me Punk than Baby-bibi-doo. But Mom loves to say it and I won't ever deny her.

I tried to deny her once when she was at my college to pick me up and called me Baby-bibi-doo in front of more than sixty students.

But then she emotionally blackmailed me by saying how happy she was to have a beautiful boy like me and how Dad delivered me with all his skills and how their life was changed after I born.

Mom's a lawyer,

Manipulation is her damn profession.

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"How's it Punk?" Dad hold the spoon in front of me and I sipped on it. It was delicious as always.

"Delicious as always." I said out the thing I was thinking at the time. I don't usually it. I replace words with short answers but I said exactly what was going on my mind. "No one can make the chicken soup better than you, Dad."

Mom's eyes glanced Dad once and Dad also glimpsed at Mom. Their eyes shined and face got a satisfactory smile when I dipped the spoon in soup and took another taste.

"My beautiful boy looks in a good mood today." Mom observed my face with so much affection and happiness. "Is it an afterglow?" Mom and her crazy assumptions.

"No it isn't." Instead of getting annoyed, I feel playful. I smiled wide as I hold Mom in my arms from behind and pecked on her ginger hair. She melted in my arms like a chocolate and pouted.

Mom loves it when I open up and show my affection towards her or Dad or anyone around. Rather she wants me to be free and show my feelings to everyone around. Though I want to, my past experiences have made me reserved.