When Jason got in the car he turned and looked at his mother. She was staring at him and he paused, a questioning smile creeping onto his bemused face.
"What?" He asked simply, looking to his mother as he buckled up his seatbelt.
"I..." Deborah reached out and squeezed her son's hand. "Mommy just wanted to say that she loves you. And that I am so proud of the man you have grown up to be. Even if you will always be my little baby boy, no matter how old or how big you get." Deborah said in a soft voice, her hand squeezing her son's and her brown eyes holding his steady.
Jason's ears turned pink as his mother spoke, but he didn't look away. "I... ummm. Thank you mom. That really means a lot. I love you too. I love you very very much," Jason said in his own soft voice, his turn to squeeze h
