Mother and son.

Maxwell's pov.

After breakfast that morning, I settled down on my couch and began to scroll through my gallery, particularly the collection I had made for special people. When I reached Amihan's picture, the one I had taken the day before during our private moment, a smile sprang out of my mouth.

I laughed, "She looks more beautiful when she sleeps," as I zoomed in and out of the photos to capture every last detail.

I put down my phone and let my thoughts drift back to yesterday, to our lovely moment together and the way we both solidified our relationship. I felt like a winner who had just taken home a trophy when I considered the possibility of us becoming a legal couple.

When I checked my phone and saw that it was my mother on the line, I realized how wide my smile had been. Despite knowing a part of the reason she called, my heart didn't miss a beat this time.

"Hey Mom" I greeted in excitement.

"Hey Max, it's been a while, how're you doing" she returned the gesture.

"I'm okay