32-Mothers

Zane’s POV

“Hey, Babe?” Luna calls me from my bedroom.

“Hey, Baby,” I answer from my bathroom.

“No shirt and gray sweatpants?” Luna eye fucks me as I shave.

“You like what you see?” I ask, running the razor down my neck.

“You know I do,” She is teasing me.

“Zane,” I hear mom’s voice in my room.

I pull Luna into the bathroom and shut the door.

“Yeah, Mom?” I yell out.

“I can smell her, Zane. Both of you, out here,” Mom demands.

Luna and I come out.

“What’s up, Mom?” I ask crossing my arms across my chest.

“Henry and I are going home. Do you want to come with us?” Mom asks.

“Mom, I am home,” I use my arms to show her my room.

“You are not the Crown Prince anymore, you don’t have to be here,” Mom tells me.

“I’m staying and I can’t believe you even asked,” I roll my eyes and pull Luna with me into the bathroom.

I hear Mom leave and I look at Luna.

“She is your mother, Babe, you were really mean to her,” Luna sits on the counter and makes me look at her. “Why were you so mean to her?”

“She