Chapter 11.

Foria's POV.

"Mommy!"

My forehead creased when I heard a loud voice. I groaned and rolled over. I want to continue what I was dreaming.

"Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!”

I sighed and faced him. I opened my eyes and looked at my son who was looking at me, smiling. He seems to be having a good day today. I feel a positive air from him.

"Hello, Mommy! Good morning!”

I smiled then sat down slightly and leaned on the headboard. I kissed his forehead. “Good morning, Handsome Maxim," I greeted back. He giggled.

He likes to be praise him so much that we always say that to him. I don't know where he inherited that trait from because Kuya Angelo and I are not like that. And Mama is not like that also and even our late Father. But even though he likes that, it made me happy. He makes me happy.

"Why are you doing here early in the morning, Son?" I asked softly while combing his black hair.

He adjusted his seat. "Grandma was cooking in the kitchen and she told me to wake you up. I think that Gran