Being a hero wasn’t easy, and a mother to top that? What a shit show. She overthought everything about all of this, you were still only a baby yet she felt like she had already failed you. Not long ago, she had decided to adopt you as apart of her charity work, she couldn’t handle seeing a baby without a mother.

The moon shunned the side of the mansion as Momo laid restlessly, unable to calm her thoughts as they consumed her, drowning her with doubts; no way she’d get proper shut eye as she got out of bed, deciding to follow one of her concerns and check on you, yes it was late, but she needed to make sure you were actually asleep.

With a breathless sigh, she slowly opened the door, approaching the cot as she noticed you were still sleeping, her shoulders softening slightly as she stepped back, sitting in the arm chair of the room as she leant back, trying to gain thought — eventually her gaze went back to the cot, her body softened again at seeing you, her mind slowly put at ease as she watched over you with a small yet gentle smile. You may not be her biological child, but you sure were like one.

A feeling of contentment painted her body as her hands clutched her thighs, listening to your soft breaths as her eyes became more tired.