Ma Lo'ak

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A/N: i hit a major writers block with this story, so sorry!

I had just gotten back from hunting and was walking on the pathway back to my hut. I rolled back my shoulders, stretching out my neck from side to side.

From afar, I saw our bed empty and wondered what Lo'ak was up to. I was pretty sure I had an answer to my question when I heard muffled cries. I furrowed my brows in concern, quickening my attempt to get inside.

Once I stepped across the threshold, I saw Lo'ak crouched over in the corner, rocking back and forth and sobbing. His arms hugged his knees and his head drooped down.

He looked up as soon as he saw me, immediately getting to his knees and hugging my waist as soon as I got close enough. I stroked his hair as he clung onto me, sobbing into my lower stomach.

Concern rang through my voice as I cooed, "What's wrong?"

"I can't stop!" He cried, nuzzling his face farther into my skin.

"Stop what?" He reluctantly pulled away, looking up at me with his tear streaked face as he held out his arm.

I sunk to my knees in front of him and his eyes stayed on me. His inner upper arm now had a line of cuts going down his arm, instead of just a few like when he had first showed me.

"Ma Lo'ak," I whispered, voice cracking.

"I want to stop!" He said frustrated.

I cupped his face, "I know, I know." I leaned into kiss him but he jerked his head away, looking over his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"What do you mean what's wrong?" He yelled, anger bubbling up his throat.

I snapped my body back, surprised. I soon regathered myself, knowing that he wasn't snapping at me because he was mad at me, but mad at himself.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, starting to cry again.

"It's ok," I replied sincerely, pulling him into my lap. He nuzzled his face in between my legs, hugging my torso as he did so.

I played with his hair, rubbing his back and whispering comforting words until his sobs came to a slow stop.

"Do you need anything?" I whispered, placing a gentle kiss on the back of his head.

"I just wanna sleep," he mumbled. "Ok," I replied and started moving back to the pillows and leaning on my back. He moved with me, never releasing his hold on my waist.

He settled in between my legs, his favorite place, and started tracing patterns up and down my thighs. He had always loved my thighs, I never knew why but he just did. Like, if you asked him: tits or ass? He would immediately say thighs.

"I love you mama."

"Mama?" I asked with a smile on my face.

He looked up to me, looking slightly insecure. "Can I call you that?" I giggled and panic flashed through his eyes.

"Yes baby," I replied and moved his hair out of his face. He returned back to his position, squirming around to get comfortable.

"Ok mama," he said happily. I leaned my head back on the pillow, slowly closing my eyes before Lo'ak spoke up again. "I'm embarrassed," he blurted out.

"Huh?"

He spoke more quietly this time, "I'm embarrassed to like- well cry. To cry to you, I'm embarrassed."

I sat up, cradling his head with my body. "Don't be, why would you think that?" He just shrugged, playing with my braids that fell over my shoulder. My hair was insanely long, reaching all the way to my upper thighs, so this was possible.