HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY, Jenn!!! Sorry this is a bit late, @wetwasteofagirl, but here it is Cersei as a mother to her children - as always things set in modern AU change a bit of who she is and also this fits where I told you it would :)
Also since this may be a bit confusing, because I couldn’t really explain it in the story in a way that flew well, here’s a smalll explanation. So I had a problem with the age difference between Myrcella and Tommen in this story/world and I finally figured a solution – so they are were a case of superfecundation when two eggs were fertilized in two different situations (I think Cersei would also like to be part of a special medical case)
I really hope like it!!! I hope you have an excellent year, I wish you all the happinness on the world!!! :D I hope you enjoyed your birthday and also Thanksgiving!!! :)
ENJOY!!!
Myrcella immediately noticed her mother as she walked out of the baggage claim section. Her mother still insisted on picking her up every time she flew home after spending a few days with her father (just a long weekend this time), it didn’t matter that Myrcella had just turned sixteen two weeks ago or that Mom had about twenty aids that could pick her up for her. Mom always came for her and as always pulled her for a strong hug and whispered the same words into her hair, “I’ve missed you.”
“I was gone for three days, Mom,” Myrcella complained.
“Three days too long,” she said, just before calling one of her aids to carry Myrcella’s bags to the car. “How was your father?”
“Good. We had a birthday dinner and Mya even came home to celebrate.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed your weekend,” Cersei told her as they got into the back of the car. “Tommen has been planning his birthday party. He isn’t planning to go as big as you--” Myrcella had had her Mom call on her contacts – she had actually had gotten her favorite band to come and play at the Plaza where she threw her party, Mom had even got a few of her clients to come. “He wants to just invite his friends over. Probably going to use a client’s house, -- can’t tell you the name yet, sorry, dear – but they have a bowling lane. Our next house should have a bowling lane, Cella, remind me of that.”
“Sure, Mother. Are we going back to the office?”
“I am. I’m dropping you of at the academy. You should change into your uniform. I’m sure I told the new intern to put it in the car.”
Myrcella changed into her clothes before she asked the dreaded question, the reason why she only had a weekend to see her father.
“How’s Joffrey?”
“He--.”
“Mom, you said you would--” Myrcella was interrupted by a knock on the partition of the car and the voice of the motorist telling her that they were at the school.
“It’s your stop.”
“Mother…”
“I love you, dear,” she said kissing the top of her daughter’s curls, “Find your brother, he has missed you.”
“He will talk later, Mom,” Myrcella told her and Cersei felt like she was in for a spanking – only her daughter could make her feel like that.
“Back to the office,” she told the motorist as she caught up on emails on the back of the car. She had two meetings this morning (one of them with an infuriating client – all were but this one was one of the worst cases).
Cersei worked non-stop during the day. Meeting after meeting, papers to go over, people she need to yell at and probably some she should fire. Lunch came and went and she didn’t even have a moment to leave her office for lunch – she ate her salad between phonecalls and emails.
She was one of the best in her business in New York for a reason, people looked for her expertise everyday, but she still made sure to never stay in the office too late. Her children were grown and the motorist would take them home and the maid was home to make their food and clean their rooms, but she was almost always home to spend the evening with them.
She made the last phonecalls of the day as she had one of her interns pack up the things she needed to take home, and she got her bag before leaving the office, telling them that they could find her on her phone. She had a call with one of her clients from China sometime tonight.
The motorist took her home more quickly than expected with the awful traffic of New York (no traffic was one of only advantages of Westeros), and with the car parked, she left to her 5th Avenue penthouse, to find her oldest son in the couch.
Things had been complicated with Joffrey since he had gotten arrested almost one month ago. Cersei didn’t know what to do with him now – he had been expelled from University, from Yale (which hadn’t been cheap or easy to get him into – not that money was a problem) and he had been home since then. Cersei still found it hard to believe that her sweet son had done what he had. (Myrcella argued she should have known, after everything that had happened in high school, maybe Cersei should have believed the teachers and not always believe in her son’s word… but he was her boy).
“Hi, mother.”
“Son,” she greeted him, with a smile as he looked on from the couch. “Did you go to your appointment?”
“I did.” He had three appointments with a therapist a week, court mandated, he would start community service next week – she finally found something appropriate for him (she was not going to have her son cleaning streets).
“How was it?”
“I don’t need this, Mom. I did nothing wrong.”
“Joffrey… you had a janitor fired for a lie and you had been having classmates do all your work, you--” These were the things in college, there were more, and there were so many more accusations from high school, some she would probably have to address soon.
“You fire people all the time, Mother.”
“I’m the boss,” she told him, “I fire them with cause,” she lied. “Son, you know I worked double as hard to get where I am today.”
“Because you’re a woman, bla… bla… bla… I know.”
“This is serious, son. Nobody wanted to make me partner, even when I got better numbers that my male coworkers, because I was a woman and had decided to have you as a single mother.”
“Maybe if you had me the normal way…”
“You’re mine and that’s what matters,” Cersei answered, irritated with her son, but she wondered if there was something from his father that could lead to violent acts – she could sue the sperm donor company. “And Joffrey, I’ve always been here for you, your sister and brother, so don’t you dare blame this on me. We’ll need to talk about this.”
“Sure, Mom…” he said, turning back to the TV and she couldn’t really fight with him today – she was going to talk to Myrcella tonight and hear what she had to say (the only child she knows the father so she’s pretty sure all the smarts are hers).
Right now, Cersei went to her office, hoping to find her brother available to talk with her. He was currently filming in London, so it was always hard to find him on the same time schedule. They got through the pleasantries, before moving on to the recent main topic of conversation – Joffrey – Jaime had been telling her that maybe he should come home and give him some male influence. Cersei argued that there was no need, she had always been both figures (with the exception of Myrcella, who had Robert, but with him living in Westeros, their time together was limited).
“I know you’re enough parent, Cersei, I’m not questioning your parenting skills,” he answered. “I’m just saying I could come to New York, help around.”
“You’re never much help, love.”
“Hey!!” he complained. “You get to have fun when I’m there and I can stay with the kids.”
“They can stay alone, Jaime. By the way, are you coming to Tommen’s birthday? He’s been asking. He’s doing something small, just close friends.”
“I can make it. But you’re saying I missed Myrcella’s cool party for Tommen’s small one.”
“Yes, and don’t you dare complain. They’re different kids, they’re not your typical twins – they are not us.”
“I know, I know… you got yourself published on medical paper – you can never shut up about it.”
“You shut it, Jaime. But they’re different. Myrcella went to Robert this weekend.”
“How’s the oaf?”
“She had fun, her siblings on her dad’s side came home – all of them. It seems the oldest boy – Gendry – got tattoos for his siblings this year, and he got a lion for Myrcella, she was really happy with that. Hopefully this won’t give her any ideas for tattoos.”
“There was a time you wanted to get one. Around the time you got that piercing--” It had been a weekend during their college years when she took a flight to California to hang out with Jaime and he took her to a tattoo parlour.
“Shut up!! ‘Cella doesn’t know about that and she doesn’t need to know.”
“I need a reason not to tell her.”
“I won’t kill you the next time you come here,” she reminded him. “I need to go and so do you, so talk to you later.”
“Yeah, later, sis,” he said, turning off the phone and ending their call.
Myrcella and Tommen had arrived by them and they were sitting with Joffrey in the couch, sharing a snack. She had barely seen the three of them together before – she should have known about Joffrey, based on the fact that he sometimes scared Myrcella and Tommen. They had been better now, Cersei didn’t know what happened in therapy, but he was trying with his siblings – he hadn’t exploded or gotten mad at them, he hadn’t even mocked Myrcella for her party, or made comments when she left for her father; hopefully he would behave at Tommen’s party.
“Mom,” Myrcella said, getting up from her place on the couch. “I wanted to talk to you.”
“Later, darling. After dinner, I promise,” said Cersei, holding off for a bit longer for this hard talk. “Can I just sit with you for a bit and watch-- what are watching?”
“CSI,” Tommen answered. “It was on. Don’t you have to work?”
“I can continue later on.” Cersei followed Myrcella and they sat back down. Sitting down, she felt Joffrey’s hand on her leg and looking at him, she got a simple apology that she gladly accepted.
