ddot sugarhill-

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, you were lying in bed leaning against the headboard while ddot rested his face in the crook of your neck, giving you soft kisses there and moving up your jawline while murmuring sweet things like "you're so pretty" and things like that.

He wasn't paying much attention, so you grab your phone and start recording him while he grumbles against your neck. "What did you say?" you ask, teasing him, knowing you heard; he lifts his head, locking your gaze with a slight smile. "I said I love you, Mommy... I love you so much," he begins to kiss your face gently before looking at his phone and sitting up quickly, his tone shifting to a deep, irritated voice.
"DUDE, WHY ARE YOU RECORDING ME?"

He calls you "mami," "ma," or even "mommy."