Kafka's grin was glowing, his eyes sparkling with delight as he leaned closer, his hands cupping her face again, his voice a playful taunt.
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear, Mom!" He crowed, his tone dripping with affection, his nose brushing hers once more. "But we aren't done, Mom."
"Who's my snuggly wuggly cutie pie? Who's my precious little baby fox, huh? Say it again, tell me you're the sweetest, cuddliest little patootie I love with all my heart!"
His teasing was relentless, his words a childish chant that made her squirm, her embarrassment surging as he treated her like a toddler, his love a playful, overwhelming force.
