Talk to Mama
(A/N: thanks to Abi Morgan Musa Flora Tecna for the prompt!)
Bree's pov
I walked into the living room, only to find Oliver downstairs; almost as if in a trance. Both the Mama Bree and Doctor Davenport in me getting worried, I went over to him.
Thankfully, my worries subsided, a grin taking over my face
" Not blinking, huge dopey smile..."
A singsongy tone took over my voice " Somebody's in looove"
He dismissed my theory "No, I'm not." But I wasn't backing down.
" Yes, you are!" Again, he repeated his defense. But I wasn't buying it.
My grin widening, I spoke playfully "Come on..." Playfully poking his ribs, his ticklish spot. "Talk to Mama..."
Batting my hands away, he admitted his crush on Skylar. I hugged him "Aaaww, that's so sweet! But, how come you're not dating yet? You've known her for almost three years!"
He sighed, head on my shoulder " I've tried! Got any motherly advice for me?"
Kissing his forehead, I spoke " Just be you. Hang out. Don't make it a lavish all-out date, she's just a simple, small-town alien girl. It'll all work out."
And thankfully, it did.
