"I love you too, baby," she whispered, patting his back gently as she settled further into the bed with him. It felt like old times, back when he was a young boy and would get upset, and she would hold him, rock him until he fell asleep and forgot what made him angry in the first place.
"Just go to sleep," she said softly, cradling him against her. She swayed just slightly in her seat, then began to hum. She resisted going into song, a lullaby she used to sing to the kids. Instead, she just hummed quietly. Random notes, not really a tune. She just wanted to calm him down.
Angie hated seeing her family distressed, especially her children. She was the mother, she was supposed to be able to keep them happy and healthy, away from things that could hurt them, physically or emotionally. Sometimes she felt like she was slacking on her duties, but if her sixteen-year-old son would still allow her to coddle him like when he was a toddler, then she felt a bit better. She could still be a good mother.