Nova’s P.O.V.
“Hey, Nono. I didn’t know you were coming home this weekend.” Mom greeted me with my nickname.
As a toddler I was always getting myself in trouble that mom would constantly have to tell me no when I would try to do something dangerous. She ended up just nicknaming me nono. I think it’s funny, and I’ve grown fond of the nickname. I have an amazing, caring, and kind mother.
“Hey. I actually wasn’t, but something came up and I need help.” I saw her eyes glaze over for a moment, letting me know she was calling uncle Ash and then both my dads. She was quick to respond any time I told her I needed help.
“Tell me what’s wrong?” She told me seriously, listening attentively.
“It’s not about me.” I saw mom’s shoulders relax at the news of that.
“Garbiel?” She tensed back up.
