By starting to cry

At first you try to come up with an excuse to brush her suspicions aside, but before you can open your mouth, your feelings start to overwhelm you.

Confusion, embarrassment and fear start to boil over until after a few seconds of silence you simply cannot hold all these emotions back and tears well up in your eyes.

You start to cry.

Without saying a word your mother rushes towards the bed, sits down on the edge and pulls you into her embrace.

"Shhhh, everything's gonna be alright Steve. Mama is here. Just let it all out".

After a short time your crying dies down into a quiet sniveling. All the while your mom started to stroke your hair and loot at you concerned.

When she tries to readjust the blanket under her to sit more comfortably she inadvertently notices their damp spot.

She needs a few seconds to process, but then only pulls you in tighter. "So that's what's wrong....That's nothing to be ashamed about. It can happen to anyone, baby". You can feel her wince after the last word, undoubtedly mentally slapping herself for her terminology.

She releases her hug and puts a hand on each of your shoulders: "You go get yourself cleaned while I take care of this."

You sniffle one last time than slowly nod, more to yourself than her, slowly get up and walk towards the door.

"And no need to hurry. Take your time. You'll don't need to go to school today."

You feel slightly better after showering, though still filled with shame. For a moment you think you'll have to go back to your room naked, but when you slowly open the door, holding a towel around you with one hand, you notice your mother has left you a pair of boxers and a t-shirt in front of the bathroom. Even more thankful than before you return to your room.

Anna has just finished to change the sheets when you enter.

"Oh, you sure were quick. I told you, you could take your time", she smiles, trying to make the whole situation feel a bit less embarrassing for you.

"Thanks for....", you mumble and a short moment of awkward silence follows.

"Feeling better now?", she asks, while you let yourself slump down on your now clean bed.

When you don't answer but just try to avoid looking into her eyes, she sighs and slips onto the bed right next to you , pulls the sheet on the both of you and again pulls you into a tight hug, whispering to you how you don't need to be embarrassed and how much she loves you.

You stay like that for a while and you start to feel drowsy. When she starts to run her fingers through your hair, you feel yourself slipping away into the dream world.

When you awake, Anna is gone, but her scent lingers on. Judging from the sounds coming from your little sisters room, school is out, which means you slept quite a while.

Just like it wanted to confirm that, your stomach growls hungrily.

You slip out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. You freeze in the middle of opening the door, as you see your older sister sitting at the kitchen table.

"Did Anna tell her what happened?" Suddenly you're frightened, but not given much time do dwell on your thoughts, because Lizzie spotted you.

It seems like she doesn't know, or at least avoids the topic. You two chat a little while you devour a bowl of cereals.

"So, how's it going, lil bro?", she asks.

You blush intensly, but quickly regain your composture: "Ah, you know...school sucks, Angela still doesn't know I exist, but besides that everythings pretty ok"

"Aww, still got that crush going? You do know she will never notice you, if you don't take the initiative", you roll your eyes, "Then again you've never been good at doing that, aren't you", she says, more ponderingly, more to herself, than to you.

"where's mom?", you ask after swtting the empty bowl down.

"Oh, yeah, she left when I came home, said something about needing tonbuy something in the city."

"Oh, well. Ok, I'll be in my room"

"Alright bro, if you need help with your school stuff, you know I'm always there to help you"

A little while later, it's evening by now, you hear the familiar sound of the front door slamming shut and a few moments later steps quickly approaching.

Your mom enters the room carrying a large back. She did was shopping.

"Hey honey", she greets you, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling a bit groggy, but otherwise I'm ok", you answer honestly.

She puts her hand on your forehand: "You do feel a bit hot" she says concerned.

"Sweetheart", she goes on: "I've got something for you", raising the shopping bag sightly.

You eye it suspiciously, but before you can say a word she continues speaking.

"Don't feel emberassed by it please", she looks a bit uncomfortable, "as I said, what happened last night can happen to anyone. I've got you something just in case it happens again tonight. I'm not making you wear it. It's your choice. Just in case you want to avoid a situation like this morning."

After that exposition, she pulls, as you expected at that point, a package of adult diapers from the bag.