The little boy went over to his mother, tugging on her pant leg and looking up at her. "Momma? Daddy said not to tell you somethin' but you said secrets are bad. A mean hunter man was being mean to daddy at the park and he pointed a shiny knife at me." He looked down again, still a bit scared and toying with his hands. "Can I has a cookie?"

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      Malia looked down at her son, her head tilted as she lifted him into her arms and gently kissed his forehead as he spoke. Her eyebrows raised at the small story, and a small expression of worry flooded into her face.

         ”It’s alright, bug. I’m glad you told me. Are you two okay?” she asked as she scanned her small son for any signs of cuts or bruising.

        “I am so proud of you for telling Momma what happened. Don’t worry, Daddy won’t be in trouble. Momma doesn’t want anything to happen to her two favorite boys.” she rambled on softly, placing another kiss to the boy’s forehead, nuzzling his skin with her nose gently before pulling away.

    “Of course you can have a cookie, bug. Momma loves you so so much.”