Happy Mother’s Day
I wrote a thing about MCs family in the spirit of good mothers so without further adieu~
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Dawn had barely begun to break when your father woke you up. You were groggy, bleary eyed as he gently shook your shoulder, Riley beside him clinging to his leg.
“Hey, kiddo,” He spoke softly as he woke you, almost apologetic for waking you up so early.
You give a soft groan to let him know you’re awake, the room dark as he didn’t want to blind you, “Tell me again why we have to do it this early?” You asked, tone teasing. You both knew the answer, your mother was an absurdly early riser. Despite this, you and your father wanted to make her breakfast in bed for Mother’s Day.
Running the diner, your mother did most of the prep, and for your fairly small town, you knew the restaurant was going to be busy all day.
As you all tiptoed down the stairs, Riley in your fathers arms, you looked at all the photos lining the wall. Many of them were of you as a child, though your mother had removed a few to include Riley, and you smiled at the thought. Growing up, you always wanted a sibling.
As a child, you didn’t understand why it was so difficult to get one, but you knew the topic was a sensitive one for your mother. You remember asking once and watching your mother’s face crumble, before saying it wasn’t so simple and that you were very special indeed.
You learned later the reasoning why, and your heart broke for her. Made Riley all the more special too.
Your mother was a powerhouse of a woman, running a tight ship of a family and devoting her time to you all while also running a business. The diner had been her dream, and your father always liked to say he’d give her the world.
As you make your way into the kitchen, your dad hummed in thought, “What do you think she’d like?” He asked, hoisting Riley into his arms.
“Rose tea,” You start, pulling the box from the cabinet. “It’s her favorite but she never has time to make it.”
“Every tea is her favorite.” He deadpans, looking at the overflowing shelf, “But good call. I was thinking either pancakes or an omelette.”
You and your father bounce back and forth on ideas, voices low as if she’d wake any moment. Eventually you settled on a dish, working as a team to make breakfast.
Riley helped as much as she could, your father letting her try to flip the pancakes, clapping happily at her achievement.
Before long, the food is ready and set, your father taking the tray as you hold Riley, and the three of you set off to your parent’s bedroom.
Nudging the door open, you all quietly made your way into their room, your mother already rousing at the noise.
Despite her drowsiness, there was a smile on her face as you all entered, arms outstretched for you and Riley as you both plopped down onto the bed, embracing her in a hug.
“Happy Mother’s Day,” You finally say, matching her grin as she sits up fully, “To the best mom in the world.”
She laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then Riley’s, before finally moving to her husband as the three of you settled in beside her, “Good morning my darlings.”
She looked radiant in the morning light, perfect smile lighting up her face as she regarded you all, hands clapping together in glee as she noticed the breakfast.
“We thought you’d probably want to enjoy breakfast in bed,” Your father murmurs, looking at your mother with pure adoration, “Get a bit more time to relax before the busy day.”
“You spoil me,” She laughs, her gaze turning warm, “Thank you.”
“Anything for you,” Your father responds as you nod your head resolutely, Riley cooing as she was scooped into your mother’s arms. The woman meant the world to you, and you were happy to at least start her day off on a good note.
