Genre: family, slice of life
She wakes on Mother’s Day to find her kitchen a complete mess.
“Happy Mother’s Day!” her chocolate smeared, butter fingered twins shout as they present her with a plate of dubious lumps that may or may not actually be edible.
She hopes her smile looks happy rather than exasperated (and a little nauseous).
“You made this for me? How lovely,” she lies.
The beaming smiles her twins give at the praise reminds her of why she wanted to have kids.
“I’ll clean up afterwards,” her husband whispers, and she falls in love all over again.
“Help me eat ‘breakfast’,” she whispers back.
To his credit, he only hesitates for a moment.
“Gladly, mother of my children.”
Together, they faced the well-meaning but potentially deadly breakfast of love.