A/N: Just a bit of fluff really. Charles is like maybe seven and playing dress up with his mommy's clothes and gets caught.

Charles looked at himself in the mirror, holding out the ends of her mom's dress he was wearing. He spun around and giggled. He ran a hand over his short hair, ruffling it as he did so. He sung quietly to himself as he rifled through his mom's jewellery, trying some of it on before placing it back in it's place. He looked at her make up too but pulled a face and pushed it away. That stuff was weird, he thought.

"Charlie?"

Charles froze as he heard the door open.

Jessica entered and saw his son dressed in her clothing, a necklace still hanging around his neck. She was surprised but hid it well.

"What are you up to?" she asked with a smile.

Charles looked at his feet and shrugged, "I was just playing, mommy."

"Well, you look adorable," Jessica bent down to his eye level.

Charles blushed, "I like your clothes. They're much more comfy than boy clothes. They just feel…better."

Jessica touched his cheek and chuckled, "And you have on my favourite necklace," she whispered.

Charles took it off and handed it to his mom, "Sorry, mom."

Jessica smiled, "It's alright. I don't mind if you play dress up sometimes."

"When I grow up, I want to be a girl and wear dresses and jewellery and look all pretty. Like you!" Charles exclaimed suddenly before ducking his head and nibbling on his lip nervously.

Jessica looked surprised for a moment before she ran a hand through his hair, "When you grow up, you can be anything you want to be," she promised.

"Really?" Charles chirped, "And I can have long, beautiful hair!"

"Whatever you like," Jessica smiled.

Charles wrapped his small arms around his mom's neck, "Thanks, mommy. I thought you might think I was strange because boys are meant to wear boy clothes and like trucks like Jason does. But I like your dresses and trucks are boring. I wish I could have some dolls like girls get."

"You're not strange, honey," Jessica kissed his head, "Some people are just a little bit different. But that's what makes us interesting," she hesitated before sighing, "But honey, some people don't like people to be different. They want everyone to be the same. So you have to promise me, you only play dress up when daddy's not home, okay?"

Charles nodded, "Okay, mommy," he looked sad, "He'll think I'm bad, won't he?"

Jessica grimaced, "He just might not understand, Charlie," she tried to explain, "But when you're a bit older, we can all sit down and talk about things. Right now, you're only little," she tickled him playfully, "so we don't need to talk about it yet. You just play your dress up's and have fun, okay?"

Charlie smiled and nodded, "Okay!" then he frowned, "Um. Can I have a dolly, mommy? She could be friends with my teddy!"

Jessica smiled, "We can go to the shop and you can pick out your own doll," she promised, continuing, "And you just remember it doesn't matter what anyone says to you, you'll always be my little angel."

Charles grinned, "I love you, mama."

Jessica pulled the young boy into her arms, "And I love you Charlie. I always will," she kissed his cheek, "Promise me you'll never forget how much mommy loves you."

"I promise, mommy," Charles hugged her tightly, "I love you and I always will," he echoed her words back to her.