Upon entering the building, Rowena immediately asked him to sit on her softest and comfiest cushion in the building.
Since Odette had already left to chase down leads, this meant it was just the two of them for the night.
So, Rowena used this opportunity to pamper her son however she wanted.
And that's how she began by bringing Logan snacks.
Then she brought him food and anything else he might want.
"Would you like anything else?" Rowena asked, and Logan suddenly recalled something he'd always wanted but had never really tasted in his previous world.
"Do you have ice-cream?"
"Oh, yes, we do." Rowena instantly recalled her son had always been a huge lover of ice-cream and cakes.
"Hmm, on second thought, it's late for you to be eating those things, so how about you have them tomorrow morning? I'll make sure of it," she promised, and Logan nodded in understanding.
There was no point arguing or grumbling about it even though he'd never had ice-cream before.
Moreover, his mother had promised to give it to him tomorrow morning, so there was no problem waiting just one more night for it.
And so, Logan continued to enjoy being pampered by his mother on other things before suddenly feeling the urge to sleep, causing him to yawn softly.
Of course, Rowena noticed this, and she said warmly,
"Alright, dear, it's time to head to bed, but before that, you need to get cleaned up, so let's bathe together and head straight to bed, okay?"
"...Together?" Logan couldn't believe what he was hearing right now.
"Yeah, together. What's wrong? You do not want to bathe with me?"
"I-I didn't say that."
"Then what's wrong?"
"I was just surprised, that's all."
"It's fine, dear. The doctor said we need to refresh your memories, so mommy is going to keep doing all the fun things we always did when you were little. Hopefully, it would help you regain back your memories, okay?"
Logan nodded in response, then he watched as the fabric on his mother's body flew into the air.
'Oh my gosh.'
'She really did it.'
'Do elves in this world not have a sense of shame or what?'
'Oh my goodness, my eyes are too young to see this.' Logan meekly covered his face, and Rowena smiled as she appeared behind him, saying,
"Come on, dear. Stop being so shy and let's go already."
Within seconds, Logan's clothes had found themselves floating mid-air before falling on the floor.
Then the two headed straight to the bathroom where they soaked together in the large bath.
But despite finding everything strange about the situation, Logan couldn't help but admit it felt relaxing to bathe next to someone like Rowena.
And so, the two of them spoke quietly through the whole time, talking about food that might be of interest to him.
Then Rowena began to talk about the nickname he had once had in his past, then she recalled a story of how he had a scar on his knee from falling off a bike.
However, Logan didn't remember any of it.
So, he just listened to everything his mother had to say, which felt really relaxing and soothing, just hearing what she had to say about him.
Afterwards, the two of them left the bathroom and could now be seen curled together in bed.
Feeling determined not to be consumed by the hatred she had for her enemies and her thirst for vengeance against the person who had killed Logan's father, Rowena instinctively pulled Logan toward her chest as she muttered softly enough for Logan to hear,
"I am really sorry for not always being there for you."
"But from now on, I promise to always be there for you, and I'm never letting you out of my sight again," Rowena vowed, and Logan couldn't help but remain silent.
He honestly wondered what she meant, and he could sense the sincerity and pain hidden behind every word she muttered.
But he could also sense the warmth and love she had for him, so he couldn't help but hug her in return, which immediately made his mother happy as she smiled and kissed his forehead.
"Sleep, my little peanut. Tomorrow, we have a big day ahead of us."
"Is it related to the ice-cream?" Logan asked as he pulled his head from her bountiful chest in need of some air to breathe.
Seeing this, Rowena chuckled softly and replied, "Yes, but that's not the only thing we'll be doing tomorrow. After food and ice-cream, I'm thinking I should show you some of your old photos from when you were little, with the hope that it would help you remember a few things."
"But what if it doesn't?"
"Then we'll just have to make new memories instead." Rowena kissed his forehead once again and urged him to sleep, before falling asleep right after.
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The next morning, Logan woke up to the sweet scent of his mother, then he realised his face was currently buried in his mother's bountiful goodness.
But rather than pulling his head out of it, he 'accidentally' buried his face even deeper with one hand slowly drifting up to rest against her chest as if he was trying to adjust a pillow.
'Oh my goodness, how can a woman have such heavenly assets?'
'And she's my mother nonetheless.'
'To think this is what I'll have to be waking up to every morning.'
'I could certainly get used to this.'
'In fact, I love it!!' Logan screamed happily in his mind as he squeezed her marshmallows a bit more for cautious research, of course.
But then, he suddenly felt a hand stroking through his hair, followed by the sweet, soothing voice of his mother.
"Hmm, it looks like someone has missed mommy's breast after being neglected for so long. Too bad mommy doesn't have any milk to feed you right now."
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