CHAPTER 100: CHAPTER 100: A DAY IN MY WORLD

We strolled through the neighborhood, and I pointed out all the little things that made this place feel like home. I told him stories, some funny, some serious, about the people and the streets.

Evric’s eyes were wide, taking in every detail as if he’d stepped into another world. He reached out to touch the cracked walls of old buildings, ran his fingers over the wooden doors, and laughed at the way kids played soccer with makeshift balls in the street.

"You’re serious?" he asked, grinning. "This is how you live? No fancy gardens, no polished streets?"

I shrugged, smiling. "Yep... welcome to my everyday life. Not glamorous, but real."

He tilted his head, looking at me with that rich-kid curiosity that made me want to laugh. "And you... you’ve lived here all your life?"

"Of course," I said, nudging him lightly. "Not all of us get chauffeured around and live in mansions."

He chuckled, shaking his head, but there was awe in his eyes as he continued touching things, asking questions, marveling at things I’d long taken for granted. It was cute, seeing him like this, so amazed by ordinary things.

I leaned closer, teasing him. "Careful... you’re starting to act like a kid discovering his first street fair."

He laughed, and I could see that every step he took, every question he asked, made him feel more connected to me, and maybe to this world I called home.

After we walked around the neighborhood for a while, we headed back home. As soon as we entered, my mom called Evric over and, before I could protest, began pulling out a stack of my old childhood photos.

"Mom, no, don’t..." I tried to stop her, but she ignored me completely, her focus entirely on Evric.

Evric, meanwhile, was all smiles, leaning forward eagerly as if he couldn’t wait to see every single one. He flipped through the pictures, laughing in that deep, warm way that made my chest flutter. Some pictures were cute, some... well, less flattering, I looked round-faced and chubby in a few, and I felt my ears burn with embarrassment.

"Look at this one!" my mom said proudly. "This is when he refused to eat his vegetables for a whole week!"

Evric laughed so hard he had to lean back in his chair. "Oh my God! Your cheeks! Look at them!" he exclaimed, pointing at a picture where my little round face was impossible to miss. Before I could react, he had pulled out his phone and was taking pictures of the photos themselves, still chuckling.

I groaned, hiding my face in my hands, but I couldn’t help laughing at his excitement. He was genuinely enjoying these small glimpses into my childhood, the silly, awkward, adorable moments that I had long forgotten.

My mom was beaming, clearly delighted to see him so engaged. "See? I told you he was cute as a kid," she said, nudging me playfully.

Evric shook his head, still laughing. "Cute? He’s adorable! And funny! I can’t believe this."

I rolled my eyes but smiled anyway. It was one of those classic, heartwarming moments, my mom sharing my past with someone I loved, and Evric taking it all in with genuine wonder. The laughter, the teasing, the little stories my mom told, everything made the house feel warmer, lighter, and somehow even more like home.

Even though I was embarrassed by some of the pictures, seeing Evric’s unguarded happiness made me realize how much he cared, not just for me, but for all the little pieces of my life that made me who I am.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Evric’s voice grew serious. "Am I... allowed to call you Mom?" he asked, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of respect and hope.

My mother looked at him for a long moment, then smiled warmly and reached out, holding his hand gently. "Yes, son," she said softly. "I have taken you in just like Zayn. You love my son, and I should love you in return. You should see me as your mom."

A bright, relieved smile spread across Evric’s face. "Mom," he said quietly.

"Mom," my mother echoed, her eyes sparkling with kindness.

Then Evric added, "I want to inform you... we are heading back tomorrow morning. I’ll be going with Zayn. I hope that’s okay with you."

My mother nodded thoughtfully. "Son, I truly wish you could stay longer, but since you’ve decided to head back tomorrow, I understand. I know you both have work, and that’s important. It’s okay by me. But do remember, you’re welcome here anytime. Whether Zayn comes with you or not, this is your home as well."

I watched them talk, feeling a warm happiness settle over me. Seeing Evric treated like family, the way my mom welcomed him so naturally, it was... comforting. I just sat back and enjoyed it, letting the moment sink in.

Eventually, our conversation came to an end as evening approached, and my mom began setting the table for dinner. Evric immediately stood to help her, even though he didn’t normally do such things at home. He moved carefully but attentively, clearly wanting to be close to her, to show his respect and care.

I couldn’t help but notice the scene, Evric helping my mom, laughing with her, making small gestures of attention. At some point, I felt almost like an outsider in my own home, watching these two connect effortlessly. But instead of feeling left out, a warm pride spread through me. This was my family and my home.

We ate in comfortable silence, just us: my mom, Liana, and Evric. There was no need for words; the warmth of the evening, the subtle glances, and the soft smiles said enough.

When the night ended, Evric and I quietly made our way back to our room. The air between us was thick with anticipation, and it was impossible for him to resist closeness. As we lay down together, he slowly slid his hand inside my nightwear. His fingers wrapped around my cock gently, not stroking, just holding me, grounding me in the moment.

He lowered his lips to mine, pressing a soft kiss, and whispered, "I’ll restrain myself until tomorrow. But when we get home, you’ll be my first... my first meal."

I laughed softly, resting my head on his arm while his hand remained close, a quiet reassurance and promise. The warmth of him, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, lulled me into a deep, peaceful sleep, and soon we both drifted off, wrapped in each other’s presence.