I stared at my computer unable to write anything. I was supposed to be working on the outline of the ninth and tenth books of my series. But something was blocking the words from flowing.
I looked up and stared at the clouds that covered the Highland sky. They were gray again. Been like that for the few days. I am not sure if the weather has been matching my mood, but as of now all I could say is that I am in a slump.
Being called "mum" by an immortal threw me off my axis. I closed my eyes and tried my best to ignore the elephant inside the center of my head these past few days. Duncan's son, Cú Chulainn, accidently called me "mum" a few days ago. To say I was shocked was the understatement of the year.
Small warm hands suddenly enclosed around me from behind. Nicole had a knack of knowing if I was not okay or not. I smiled, when I heard her say, "I love you, mommy."
"Mommy loves you too, baby," I replied.
"I'm not a baby, mommy," Nicole said.
