Just Like Old Times
Oliver's pov

We got to the penthouse, with my Mom still cradling me close. I was so glad the plan worked! It'd just be the eight of us home this afternoon. Mom, me, Des, Mar, Kaz, Sky, Chase and Bree. When we went to the living room, my Mom laid me on the couch, tousling my hair,my head on her lap.

Chase and Kaz helped my Mom set my ribs; with the former villain comforting me, Kaz doing the job with Chase's instructions. Des was also needed to kiss me so I wouldn't scream. After that, my Mom and I were left alone; so she could treat my bruises and burns.

Skylar had gone to hang out with Crossbow, Bree and Kaz went to see a movie, Chase and Mar went to play laser tag and Des said she was watching Netflix, but I knew she was also going to steal my shirts again while she was at it. She's so predictable...

My Mom broke me out of my thoughts

" What're you smiling about, Baby Boy?"

Rearranging myself on her lap and instantly regretting it as the pain shot trough my middle, I replied

" Des. She's so cute and predictable. Netflix, just Netflix, sure. How much do you wanna bet she got my shirts and jackets again?"

Laughing, my Mom kissed my forehead " Wouldn't bet against it."

We stayed there in comfortable silence, with me on her lap, just like the old days. I was almost asleep when she sighed

" I'm gonna have to doctor your bruises and burns now, along with the gashes..."

I groaned " It's gonna hurt isn't it?" She nodded, a sad look on her face, and it thankfully ended quickly, but not soon enough.

She gave me some Tylenol for the pain, but the best medicine was definitely her being good again, and us being just like the old days.

After a while, she spoke again "Baby, are you..." she was interrupted by my stomach grumbling, and I smiled sheepishly after she continued "I was going to say hungry, but I guess that answered it..."

Still smiling sheepishly, I spoke as she went to make me a BLT sandwich "Oops. Hey, Mom; hold the lettuce and tomato, please." She laughed " A BLT sandwich minus the L and the T. Just bacon and bread. I know what to do..."

Smirking, I called out again "Now that I think about it, we might not need the bread..." She laughed from the kitchen "Don't push it, Mister."

Not long after she left, Bree appeared, having forgotten a jacket. But as she saw me, her eyes sparkled
"Oliver, let me check your temperature, since your mom is busy.."

My eyes wide in fear, I called out, my voice probably sounding like my two-year-old voice would. Whatever. I was too terrified to care. Panic laced my voice as I screamed

"MOMMY!"

Thankfully, she stopped Bree just in the nick of time; coming back with lunch as Kaz came to escort Bree back out. Phew.

After we ate, we watched TV for a while, and the last thing I remember before falling asleep on her lap smiling, was her kissing my forehead.