If there was one thing he was certain of, it was that he would never, EVER, think of, much less call, Anne 'Mom'.
Ever.
She had a point; he had been declaring his love rather recently. And while he didn't think that love would ever dissipate, it didn't mean that he wasn't ready to move on and love again.
And Alex was very easy to love.
His voice was quiet, his remark directed solely at Anne. "You know my heart, Anne." He knew exactly what she meant, but he also knew that he meant exactly what he said.