Hi! Can I ask the four protagonists of Delico's Nursery to react to the fact that their partner always becomes a bit distant whenever the children address or call her "mom", because she doesn't want to replace the real mother? I apologize for any mistakes in English, it's not my native language.
Despite Dali’s outward appearance of being aloof and nonchalant, not much got past him. He first noticed [Y/N]’s uncomfortable behavior of Ul calling her ‘mama’ when he started speaking, but brushed it off as just the babble of babes. However, when Raphael started doing it too, she was visibly uncomfortable. Not to the children, but clearly shaken.
After putting the children to bed that night, Dali decided to address the situation. “Why do you not like the children calling you Mama?”
[Y/N] turned to look at him with a surprised expression. Her face not clearly as coy as the rest of her. “I didn’t--! I never--!”
“You didn’t have to say it. It’s written all over your face.” He told her. “If you’re not comfortable with it I can ask Raphael to stop.” Though, it did hurt his heart to think that she didn’t think of his sons as a maternal figure.
“No. Don’t do that. This is my problem.” She told him with a sigh as she pushed her hair back. “It’s just….I don’t want to replace Frida.” It was Dali’s turn to be surprised. He hadn’t been expecting that. “They’re so young, and it happened not all that long ago. I just feel bad that I’m replacing her, and the boys won’t remember her. Their real mother.”
Dali stepped forward and wrapped his arms around [Y/N]. “You don’t have to worry about that.” It was a noble thought, and a rational one. Dali also worried sometimes that the boys would forget their wonderful mother. Her pictures were still around, but he didn’t talk about her nearly enough. “Being there for the boys would be what Frida would want. She knows they would need a mother in her stead, and I’m sure she couldn’t think of anyone better for the job than you.”
That night, while the rest of the house was asleep, Dali was sure he felt a breeze come into the room and brush against his face. The scent of jasmine in the air. When he woke up he looked to Frida’s portrait in the hall and told her, “I’m glad you approve.”
“Theodore called me mom today.” Dino paused in cutting his meat and looked up across the dinner table. “I just…thought you should know.”
“Why?” He asked as he sat his silverware down. Sensing that this was going to be a longer conversation than he hoped.
“I don’t know…” She replied as she fidgeted with her fingers. “You’re just always such a stickler for things being proper. I thought you would want to know.”
It was true. Dino liked things to be as they were, and proper. He and [Y/N] were courting, not married. Yet even with his other wives Dino had never forced Theodore to call them mother, and he never had. Until today it seemed. “Theodore can call you what he wishes, so long as it is with respect.” He told her before sipping his wine. “Do you object?”
“No! It’s not that.” [Y/N] assured him. “I’m just….well, I’m not his mother. I didn’t give birth to him.”
“That boy should have been born from an egg for all that mattered.” His mother never paid much attention to their boy after he was born, though to be fair Dino hadn’t either until recently. Still, it didn’t stop her from leaving to parts unknown and never reaching out to see if the child she pushed out of her nest was doing well. “If you have no objection then neither do I. Please discuss the matter with Theodore, if you wish.”
He picked up his silverware again and continued to eat. [Y/N] smiled a little and picked up her fork as well. Dinner remained quiet for the rest of the evening.
“Papa! This cake is delicious!”
“How would you know?” Henrique asked with a smile as he looked at Elena & Lucia. “You got more on your faces than in your bellies.”
“Here. Let me.” [Y/N] said with a chuckle as well as she wiped the girls faces. “There! Perfect again.”
“Thank you Mama-[Y/N]!” The girls chimed as they scooted off their seats to go play.
Henrique giggled as he watched them dart off, but his smile fell when he looked at [Y/N]. “Oi, what’s wrong?”
“They…They just called me Mama.”
“So?” Henrique replied with a shrug.
“Don’t you think that’s…a little inappropriate?” Henrique thought about it for a moment, and he guessed she had a point.
He and Kate had separated. They would never divorce as neither society nor their families would accept that; and honestly Henrique didn’t have the heart like Dino did. They parted amicably to pursue their own passions. He had found his with [Y/N]. “Well, they have to call you something.”
“I don’t think Kate would like it….”
“Why don’t we ask her?”
When Henrique began his relationship with [Y/N] and knew it would be serious, he introduced her to Kate who approved. Not that he needed it, but it was nice to have. Sharing the children was also a part of their agreement which meant that the girls spent a lot of time around [Y/N]. They came up with the name on their own. “If she says no then we’ll have the girls come up with something else.”
They return the girls to Kate that evening for their time with her and explain what happened. Being with Kate for so long, Henrique knew she was miffed but let it go. “It’s fine.” She told them.
“I still think I’m going to talk to the girls.” [Y/N] said as they were leaving.
“Awww….but it’s so cute!” Henrique insisted, but agreed maybe a new name was best.
Gerhard usually doesn’t like parties, but he would make an exception for Angelico’s birthday. Or at least he would this year.
In the past Angelico’s birthday was past over with littler recognition or acknowledgement. Much like his own birthday as a child. But with this new plan Dali had thrust upon them on being more active in their children’s lives, it seemed that they had to make some sort of showing for the day. Gerhard wouldn’t let his own son be shown up by Raphael’s party.
“He’s completely tuckered out.” [Y/N] whispered as she carried Angelico to his bed with Gerhard in toe.
“He should be.” He commented. “I don’t think he sat down all day.”
[Y/N] smiled and tucked Angelico in. Petting his hair softly in affection. “Goodnight mama…” Her hand stopped and flinched away when the boy spoke in his sleep before going back to soft snores.
“D-Did you hear that?”
Gerhard shrugged and told [Y/N] that he didn’t know what she was talking about, even though he heard it too. “He called me ‘mama’.”
“He must be dreaming.” Gerhard reasoned. Although, he didn’t know what Angelico would be dreaming of his mother. He never knew her and had no memory of the woman. And he had no interest in bringing that woman up in their lives. “Let us go to bed.”
[Y/N] hung her head but followed after Gerhard. The conversation ended as he didn’t want to talk about it, and [Y/N] did not seem brave enough to question on Angelico’s birthday.
Very well! In the name of House Fra, I will play to my utmost! You mean it, Father? You really will? An aristocrat keeps his word. - Delico’s Nursery - Episode 3
