"Heard it was Mother's Day, Cap'n.." He placed the small gift on your desk: a small box adorned in half-assed wrapping paper, a bow poorly stuck on top.

Maybe he was finally losing it but your warm gaze, the way you treated him and your smile. The way your eyes seemed to crinkle as you smiled, it reminded him of his mother. You reminded him of her so much. So when he noticed Mother's Day was coming up, he just had to give you to give you a gift.

"Just take it." He grunted.

Mama's boy.