A short story showing with Morgan’s first Mother’s Day will all four kids. This takes place a months after the end of Second Chance at Forever.
Morgan sat down on the stairs just out of sight of the kitchen and to hear the discussion taking place in there.
“This is our first mother’s day so we have to make it special.” Seven year old Jayne so serious and determined to make sure everything was perfect today.
Before she’d gone to bed the night before Jayne had informed her she’d arranged everything for Mother’s Day so Morgan wasn’t to do anything. She was to stay in bed until she was called. She’d been unable to resist listening in on them.
She’d thought her first mother’s day was special, but this one would forever remain her favorite, as it was the first one with her family complete. Movement behind her had her looking over her shoulder.
He wasn’t just her heart he was her soul.
Dressed in a pair of pajama bottoms and a Boston SWAT t-shirt, his hair disheveled from sleep, she was reconsidering listening in on her kids and dragging her husband back up to bed.
He sat down next to her and brought her close for one of his mind melting kisses. How he managed to fry her brain every time he kissed her she had no idea, but he did. And she loved it.
“You aren’t supposed to be down here.”
“I know, but I couldn’t resist hearing them.”
“Just know if Jayne see’s you she’ll be disappointed.”
She scoffed at him, “Please, she’ll never know I was here. Just give me enough time to get back up stairs when you’re ready.”
He pressed his lips to hers for a quick kiss, “Deal.”
He stood, and she watched his very fine ass walk into the kitchen and take care of their brood.
Jayne looked up from where she organizing everything she needed. She’d never had a mother’s day and she wanted this one to be special. She knew her mom loved her, and that her birth mom had loved her before she died, but Mother’s Day was special.
Today she got to show her mom how much she loved her.
“Dylan you go over to Uncle Colin’s and get the flowers, Kate you and Jaxon get started on the cards. Dad you’re helping me make breakfast.”
She watched impatiently as Dylan ran out the door, and Kate and Jaxon divided up the paper and crayons.
“Alright munchkin, what’s for breakfast?”
“French toast, strawberries, and orange juice.”
It was her mom’s favorite breakfast.
“Let’s get started then.”
Thirty minutes later she was ready. The flowers were in a vase her grandma had helped her pick out on their trip to New York. They’d each made their own card. The presents they’d ordered with the help of her dad were wrapped and the breakfast was ready.
“Ok dad, go get mom and don’t forget to cover her eyes.”
She laughed when he saluted her like she’d seen soldiers do on T.V.
Morgan stayed where she was on the stairs, tears streaming down her face. How had she gotten so lucky to have such a wonderful family? Listening to her kids make her breakfast and cards was the best Mother’s Day present she could have been given.
Hearing footsteps she quickly wiped away her tears. She looked up and met Ryan’s brown eyes. The love and devotion she saw reflected in them made the tears flow again.
She stood and he wrapped her in his embrace, “Have I told you how glad I am that you are the mother of my children?”
“Yes, but you can tell me again.” She smiled through the tears.
He leaned his forehead against hers, “I am. There is no other woman on the planet I want at my side and as the mother of my children. From the moment I saw you laying on the hammock I knew you were it for me.”
“My very own Mr. Darcy. That’s what I thought when you walked out of the trees that day.”
“I am yours to command.”
He leaned down to kiss when a yell broke the quiet interlude.
Laughing she pulled away from him. “You’re children are impatient, so lead on.”
He moved behind her and covered her eyes with his hands. Following his instructions she maneuvered through the house. She heard the opening of a door, and felt the breeze on her face.
Ryan pulled his hands away from her eyes to excited yells of happy mother’s day.
She took in the vista before her. Jayne, Kate, Dylan and Jaxon ranged around their patio table, stacks of French toast, a bowl of strawberries, and a pitcher of what she knew to be virgin mimosas. A pile of presents, and vase overflowing with tulips and carnations. But what made her heart leap was the smiles on their faces.
Their smiles were what made this day special. Seeing her children happy and healthy. It didn’t matter what the presents were, or that they’d made her breakfast it was being with them, that made it this day so special.