Post by Tara Fenix on May 10, 2021 2:13:32 GMT
Darkness. Not the usual darkness that has become accustomed with Tara, but a rather pleasant darkness; she was disturbed from her sleep by the sound of the curtains being pulled back and the sun illuminating into the bedroom where she still woke up well-rested in a luxurious king size bed. Despite being well-rested, she had a smile on her face and feigned grogginess and looked to see who had drawn the curtains back…
“Good morning, beautiful,” the voice said, and as Tara laid her eyes on the man of her dreams, the man that brought her happiness she never knew, Angel. She smiled at him while trying to pull the cover up to her face as he walked over to her and sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned down and gave her a kiss. “Happy Mother’s Day.” he said.
“Thank you, babe…” she said, still trying to sound tired, but having a difficult time containing the appreciation she had for him doing this for her.
There was a sudden scampering coming from outside the room, and an excited voice, “Mommy!” shouted Edward, her youngest son, as he ran into the room; Angel moved out of the way as Edward dove onto the bed and hugged his mother, even giving her a kiss on the cheek and nuzzling in, “Happy Mother’s Day!” he said excitedly.
“Thank you, my sweet boy!” she said, as she nuzzled into her son before raising her eyes back to her husband. Her eyes filled with adoration and love.
“We made you breakfast!” Edward said.
“You let your dad touch the kitchen? I thought we agreed that was a bad idea?” she said in a mocking tone. Angel gave a mocking laugh in exchange, and she mouthed the words, “I love you.” to him.
“No! Me and Dean!” replied Edward.
A sudden emergence from Dean. He looked clean cut, cleaned up, and handsome; he stood in the doorway with a tray with all the breakfast essentials complimented with a cup of coffee, with just the right amount of creamer, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mother.” Dean said with a sincere smile as he joined the rest of the family in the master bedroom.
Tara, with a surprised look, sat up on the bed, “This looks amazing! You both did an amazing job!” Tara said while wrapping an arm around Dean, who gave her a kiss on the cheek, and she returned the gesture.
“I know that I’m not your actual son, but--” Dean said, but was interrupted.
“Don't talk like that, Dean! I love you. As if you were my own. Never question that. You are my son.” Tara assured him.
Time seemed to go on without incident. The family shared in small chat, as Tara ate her meal and as soon as she had finished her coffee was when Angel chimed in, “We’ll get you some more coffee.” he said, suggesting Dean and Edward to join him. Angel and Dean were the first to leave the room, and as Edward went to join his father and brother, but Tara got her arms around him, and hugged him tightly; the two cuddled together, giggling.
“I love you, Mommy.” Edward said…
“And I love you.” she replied.
Just as the giggling transitioned to sobbing. Edward disappeared from her arms… the facade of what could have been, what should have been, disappeared. And Tara was hugging her knees to her chest on Mother’s Day. Without her son. Without Edward. Alone.
Happy Mother’s Day.
“Good morning, beautiful,” the voice said, and as Tara laid her eyes on the man of her dreams, the man that brought her happiness she never knew, Angel. She smiled at him while trying to pull the cover up to her face as he walked over to her and sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned down and gave her a kiss. “Happy Mother’s Day.” he said.
“Thank you, babe…” she said, still trying to sound tired, but having a difficult time containing the appreciation she had for him doing this for her.
There was a sudden scampering coming from outside the room, and an excited voice, “Mommy!” shouted Edward, her youngest son, as he ran into the room; Angel moved out of the way as Edward dove onto the bed and hugged his mother, even giving her a kiss on the cheek and nuzzling in, “Happy Mother’s Day!” he said excitedly.
“Thank you, my sweet boy!” she said, as she nuzzled into her son before raising her eyes back to her husband. Her eyes filled with adoration and love.
“We made you breakfast!” Edward said.
“You let your dad touch the kitchen? I thought we agreed that was a bad idea?” she said in a mocking tone. Angel gave a mocking laugh in exchange, and she mouthed the words, “I love you.” to him.
“No! Me and Dean!” replied Edward.
A sudden emergence from Dean. He looked clean cut, cleaned up, and handsome; he stood in the doorway with a tray with all the breakfast essentials complimented with a cup of coffee, with just the right amount of creamer, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mother.” Dean said with a sincere smile as he joined the rest of the family in the master bedroom.
Tara, with a surprised look, sat up on the bed, “This looks amazing! You both did an amazing job!” Tara said while wrapping an arm around Dean, who gave her a kiss on the cheek, and she returned the gesture.
“I know that I’m not your actual son, but--” Dean said, but was interrupted.
“Don't talk like that, Dean! I love you. As if you were my own. Never question that. You are my son.” Tara assured him.
Time seemed to go on without incident. The family shared in small chat, as Tara ate her meal and as soon as she had finished her coffee was when Angel chimed in, “We’ll get you some more coffee.” he said, suggesting Dean and Edward to join him. Angel and Dean were the first to leave the room, and as Edward went to join his father and brother, but Tara got her arms around him, and hugged him tightly; the two cuddled together, giggling.
“I love you, Mommy.” Edward said…
“And I love you.” she replied.
Just as the giggling transitioned to sobbing. Edward disappeared from her arms… the facade of what could have been, what should have been, disappeared. And Tara was hugging her knees to her chest on Mother’s Day. Without her son. Without Edward. Alone.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Well howdy there pardner.