“Yes.”

She leaned against her son, arms wrapped around him. “I never stopped. I could never stop…” She admitted tearfully.

He embraced her, mother and son, not lovers. “Do you still want her?” He asked.

“Yes…” She whispered, ashamed.

“I’ll talk to her.”

“No.” She grabbed him tight. “Don’t make her…don’t make her do anything. It’s no good if you make her…”

“I won’t. I’ll just ask what she wants.”

“Okay…” She released him.

Their eyes locked. “I’m sorry I had you two put on a—“

She pressed her lips against his. “Never be sorry, I love you and want you, just like she does.” He smiled.

“Good. I have to get back on patrol. The sandwich is your favorite, you can have the other half, gorgeous.”

Bryce went and turned back into Ultraboy, speeding to where he was to meet Ultimamom with whom he needed to have…something.