In reality, you’re not her child by blood, but by time. Tess was made a promise to protect you from any that meant harm. Intentionally or unintentionally.

And since you could remember, she did just exactly that.

Little did she know, you still wanted to celebrate that one ‘holiday’ that honors her for what she does. Mothers Day. As the two of you were on patrol, you pulled out a card, handing it to her.

“For me?” Tess squinted at the card, hand on hip as she took it with a smile. “Thanks.”