A Bradford Mother's Day Special Chronicle
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A Bradford Mother’s Day Special
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“You know what I think Mommy needs, Daddy?”
“What’s that, baby girl?” Devin absently asked as he searched for the bacon.
“Fluffiness, Daddy,” Abbi said, drawing his attention away from the fridge to find his baby girl nodding solemnly. “She needs fluffiness.”
“She has fluffiness,” Devin said with a pointed look at the large German Shepherd currently sleeping on his back in the middle of the floor.
“She needs more, Daddy,” she said with a sad shake of her head.
“No,” he said, chuckling as he returned his attention the refrigerator only to find his son standing in front of him, taking over the search.
“Mommy needs pancakes,” Dustin said matter-of-factly as he grabbed the carton of eggs and carried them to the counter.
“And muffins,” Devin said, nodding in agreement as he grabbed the milk and a pint of blueberries, giving up on trying to find the bacon and settled for making her sausages.
“What about the potatoes?” Dustin asked as he reached down and adjusted his tighty-whities.
“We can do that,” he said, placing everything on the counter and grabbed the bag of potatoes out of the cart that he’d built for his beautiful wife.
“Maybe we should ask Mommy for help?” Dustin asked, worrying his bottom lip as he glanced towards the kitchen door.
“We don’t need Mommy’s help, because we can do this,” he told his son, placing the potatoes on the counter, beyond fucking insulted that his son questioned his skills.
“Yes, but Mommy can do it better,” Abbi pointed out.
Chuckling, Devin grabbed a peeler and set to work. “You guys are so mean to me.”
“That’s because we love Mommy’s cooking more,” Dustin said, nodding as he pushed the stepping stool that Charlie asked him to make for the kids, over to the counter, and climbed up so that he could keep an eye on what Devin was doing.
“I can tell,” Devin said dryly as he worked on peeling the potatoes.
“What about the jelly donuts?” Dustin asked.
He forgot to get his wife her donuts.
“Easy fix,” he said, pulling his phone out to put in an order for jelly donuts with Dixon’s Bakery.
“Mommy’s going to wake up soon,” Abbi said, sounding worried.
“I left a note letting her that she’s not allowed to get out of bed,” Devin said, deciding not to mention that he woke up early so that he could exhaust his wife, ensuring that she slept in this morning.
“Maybe I should go make sure…” Dustin said, sending another thoughtful look towards the kitchen door.
“Just don’t let her get up,” Devin said, focusing on getting breakfast cooked.
“Okay,” Dustin said, nodding as he climbed down the stool and quickly made his way to the kitchen door.
“Now, about this fluffiness,” Abbi said, climbing onto the stool that her brother just abandoned.
“We have enough fluffiness,” he said, chuckling as he finished cutting the potatoes.
“Can you really ever have enough?” Abbi said with a heartfelt sigh.
“Yes,” he said, shooting her a wink as he reached for the blueberries and-
“Mommy’s crying!” Dustin said, shoving the kitchen door open before turning around and racing back the way that he came.
“What?” Devin asked, already moving his ass to find out what was going on only to pause, turn around, and grab Abbi, throwing her over his shoulder, knowing that leaving her in the kitchen alone with eggs was a bad fucking idea.
He was upstairs in under a minute and-
“Thank you, sweetie,” Charlie said with a watery smile as she pulled Dustin into her arms and gave him a big kiss on the cheek that had his son smiling hugely.
“You’re welcome, Mommy,” Dustin said while Devin stood there, admittedly…confused.
“What’s wrong?” Devin asked, walking over to the bed, pausing just long enough to shift Abbi off his shoulder and-
“My fluffiness,” Abbi mumbled sadly when she landed on the bed with a soft bounce.
-sat down next to his wife.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked only to narrow his eyes on his son when she gestured to the flowers, chocolates, and homemade gifts that his son made for her.
“I thought we were going to wait,” Devin said, because they’d made plans and agreed to wait until after breakfast to give Charlie her first Mother’s Day gifts.
“I wanted to give Mommy her gifts,” Dustin said as Abbi glanced over at the pile of gifts by Charlie’s side, mumbled something to herself, climbed off the bed and quickly raced out of the room, leaving Devin sitting there, taking in his son’s latest betrayal.
“I love them!” Charlie said with a huge smile as Devin was forced to sit there, watching as she rewarded Dustin with another kiss.
That was fine.
More than fine, because he’d been prepared for this.
Keeping his eyes on his son, he reached into his nightstand and pulled out the envelope that his cousin Garrett sent last week. Anticipation of all those kisses and hugs that he was about to get had him handing over the envelope that he’d been planning on giving her after breakfast.
“What’s this?” Charlie asked, throwing him a curious look as she took the envelope.
“Take a look,” he said, wondering if he should run downstairs and grab the white roses that he bought for her but decided against it since he’d rather wait until he surprised her with the romantic meal that he was planning for the two of them tonight.
“Okay,” Charlie said, turning her attention to the envelope as Dustin sat down next to her on the bed.
Devin watched as Charlie open the letter and…
“Oh, my god,” she said as her lips pulled up into a watery smile as her eyes teared up.
“What is it, Mommy?” Dustin asked as Charlie threw him a questioning look.
“Is this real?” she asked as her hands trembled.
“Yes,” Devin said, smiling as he leaned in to kiss his wife.
“It’s legal now?” Charlie asked, glancing down at the adoption papers that Garrett had called in several favors to get approved quickly.
“It’s legal,” he murmured as he turned his head to kiss her cheek and-
Just fucking glared when his wife wrapped her arms around Dustin and pulled him into her arms, giving him all those kisses that should be his. When Abbi ran back into the room and crawled onto the bed with her arms full of all the gifts that she’d made Charlie for Mother’s Day, she smiled hugely when Charlie reached over and grabbed her, dragging her closer so that she could hug and kiss the twins while Devin sat there, seething.
For several minutes, he was forced to sit there, waiting only to decide that he’d waited long enough. He reached for his wife and-
“We’re making you breakfast, Mommy!” Abbi said, grabbing one hand as Devin grabbed her other hand.
“And we ordered donuts for you!” Dustin said as they pulled her off the bed and headed for the door, leaving Devin sitting there wondering what the hell just happened.
Sighing and resigned to spending the morning watching as his children got all his hugs and kisses, Devin moved to stand up only to find himself knocked back on the bed and getting the sweetest fucking kiss of his life as his wife said, “I love you.”
With that, she climbed back off the bed and headed to back downstairs, leaving him unable to help but smile because she fucking loved him.