The zorua smiled approaching very quickly Shelly with a cheery smile "Hello there love !" she greeted before reaching over to her side taking out a bag "I brought some pokepuffs for you and you're family here !" she now looked over the place "Say love, I would love to hear about you're younger years with you're husband do you have any fun stories"
(Shelly giggled graciously) Aww, thank you dear! You shoul--
(Nick bolted in with a look of excitement) POKEPUFFS!!! YAAASSS!!!!--OUCH!
(Shelly is quick to grab Nick by the scruff of his neck just before he can do any damage.) --dn't have...Nick, hun, i know you're excited about these things, but can you PLEASE NOT tackle our guests in excitement?! For Zamazenta's sake, show some control!
(Nick sniffles, breaking into a sob realizing what just happened) S-sorry mom...sob...
(Shelly releases Nick's scruff and then turns him around to hug him tightly and consolingly) Ni--Nick, don't cry...I'm sorry I had to discipline you then and there. I know you know better, you know you know better, you just need to learn to curb impulses like these. I know you love these things as much as a sweet Malasada, but you're a grown Greedent now. You're bigger than me and Dad even. You can't go doing that anymore! It was cute as a Skwovet, but...you're not a Skwovet anymore.
(Nick sighs longingly as he calmed down) I-I know. Ma'am? I'm sorry I almost tackled you, Miss Zorua. I meant well, but I got excited...
(Shelly giggled) What are we supposed to do when someone gives us treats like these, dear?
(Nick) Sit patiently on my haunch and say "Please" and "Thank you!"?
(Shelly) Good boy! Now go play your video games dear, I'll bring you in a few pokepuffs in a minute. Lemme finish up my conversation first though, okay?
(Nick) Yes mom! I love you mom!
(Shelly) I love you too Nicky.
* As soon as Shelly lets go of Nick, and hears the door to Nick's room click, she continues with her conversation with Darling.
(Shelly lets out a sheepish and embarrassed chuckle looking downward apologetically) I'm sorry about my son there. Normally, he's kind of shy and curious, but when you mention things he likes, *Shelly snaps her paw* just like that. Super excited like a young Yamper. And then he gets embarrassed when he realizes what he's been doing, and well, ehe, neurodivergent children, what can you do? Just gotta push them away from the wrong direction every now and then. But usually, my son is well behaved.
(Shelly clears her throat trying to brush aside the distraction from her mind) Anyways, that aside, you know who was spry like a Yamper? John, when we first met. Bounciest little Yungoos I ever met. Would have never believed he was three quarters of a year older than me had I never asked! He had a real fighting spirit in him, but I was so much stronger than him that I didn't want to outshadow him, so I held myself back as I watch him topple rattatas and the like, complimenting him all the while.
(Shelly showed a tiny blush on her cheeks and ears, as her tail suddenly poked in front of her face) I guess all that complimenting and such ended up being the fuel for our future relationship, because I suppose as it went on, it didn't take long before most of those compliments became not only encouraging, they were also starting to become genuine as well, most especially after he evolved. Then they started getting heartfelt and lovey-mushy...
