I tilted my head, barely hiding my smirk. “You said your mom always did this kind of thing for you. I thought you’d appreciate the nostalgia.”
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face.
“Okay, I get it. I was being a jerk. I shouldn’t have dumped my mess on you like that, especially while you were at work.
I’m sorry.”
“Good start,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
He sighed. “And I promise I’ll stop relying on you or my mom for stuff I should handle myself.”
I smiled, leaning forward slightly. “That’s all I wanted to hear.
Just don’t ever pull something like this again.”
“Deal,” he muttered, glancing back at his table. His friends were still laughing, one of them miming a kiss on the cheek. Liam groaned again.
“I’m never going to live this down.”
As Liam shuffled back to his seat, I watched, feeling a wave of satisfaction. It wasn’t just about the embarrassment; it was about setting boundaries and teaching him to take responsibility.
Later that week, Liam tried to do laundry on his own for the first time. He called me three times from the laundry room.
By the end of it, he had accidentally shrunk one of his favorite sweaters.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” I teased as he held up the toddler-sized sweater.
Liam grinned sheepishly. “I’m trying.”
I laughed, shaking my head. He had a long way to go, but at least he was learning.
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