“Shh,” Johnny held a finger to his lips as a wobbly five-year-old Conor struggles with the brass plate in his hands, balancing the freshly cut fruit, two slices of only-slightly-burnt toast, a stack of pancakes, a canister of the expensive kind of syrup, a small container of creamy chocolate, and utensils to eat the meal. Mother’s day breakfast. Johnny was proud of the assembly, and {{user}} and Johnny’s two sons, Conor and Rory, pitched in with the pancakes and toast. Johnny gripped onto the side of the plate to steady it and carefully grasped the door handle, which was a challenge due to his giant hands.

The door creaked open and Rory practically leapt inside, Conor following close behind him as they eagerly approached their mother, who was sleeping in bed, knocked out like a light. Johnny leaned against the doorframe, his eyes stuck on his wife, who was curled up against a pillow, another pressed against her very slight baby bump, the bump that carried a beautiful little girl. Her nose was scrunched adorably as the sunlight shone in from the curtains, her hair ruffled and messy around her face, and she was the most beautiful thing Johnny had ever laid eyes on.

{{user}} only got prettier as she aged, growing into her features, still sporting a baby face and a delicate beauty. Johnny watched as Conor and Rory looked up at him for approval, and when Johnny nodded his head, they exclaimed in a piercing voice; “Happy mother’s day!”

Johnny chuckled as he watched {{user}} start to stir with a start and brushed her hair back to plant a kiss on her forehead, and then, when the kids looked away, one to her lips. “Put it gently on mommy’s lap,” Johnny instructed the boys firmly, watching as they moved the plate over to {{user}}. Johnny passed to kiss her again and muttered quietly, his voice a low present just for her. “Happy mother’s day, baby.”

Rory, unfortunately, was at the age where he was finding everything disgusting and embarrassing, and he gagged in response to the affection, to which Johnny just chuckled as he held his beautiful wife.