The medic is quiet, slipping in to set a vase of roses and the carefully picked out cake in on his mother's table. He's neglected seeing her as of late, and she deserves better. But even the occasional gift doesn't excuse his absences as of late, he's been so very busy between his schedule. But he glances up, offering a grin, sheepish as it is, "I didn't want to forget this year. So a very early Mother's Day gift, in case I'm unable to stop in on the actual day. Love you, ma, no matter what."
Red and pink filled her mid-peripheral view, stilling the pencil from making another note on her pad of paper. While her gaze shifted upward toward the form of her sheepish son, she felt fresh blooms of affection tickle her heart, wracking a shaky ( sigh) from her chest and squeeze a few bits of moisture along her lashes.
“------Cloud....they’re beautiful.”
She reached for the vase first, wishing to take an appreciative sniff of their tantalizing fragrance before the emotion was too much and she pushed her chair back. Vase in one hand, she quickly moved over to his form and pull him in a one-handed hug, squeezing him close for all he was worth.
By now the bits of moisture had collected further until too much had gathered, sliding along the curve of her cheek and down her jaw. Feeling its descent, she pulled away to discreetly swipe at it and excused it with, “Let me get some plates and we can cut and share the cake. No way am I enjoying this alone and letting it go to my hips or thighs.”
