No matter how old he got, she would always call him that. "Gisting with dad, old lovebirds. Anyways Mom, I’m good. How are you and Dad?"

"Ooh, we're still very young lovebirds. Don't be jealous.. We’re just fine, dear," she replied cheerfully. "Your father went in to have some coffee, but I can get him if you want to talk to him too."

"Actually, yeah," Dazzle said, his heart pounding in his chest. "Could you get him? I’ve got something I need to tell you both."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Dazzle could almost hear the shift in his mother’s demeanor. "Is everything...