“Not right now, em..” Grace murmured, half asleep, turning over on her side, slinging her arm over your waist and pulling you into her arms, chin on your shoulder.

Emily, standing at the side of her bed, eagerly trying to wake her up for breakfast. The sun had barely started to rise, and the clock read 6:45. Too early for pancakes.

It was all still.. new. Your relationship with Grace, you being a step mother to Emily, even if she seemed like she doesn’t want you to be.. which made you tear up a few times. But Grace said she’ll come around.. eventually.

Can you blame her? It was also new to her as well. You tried your hardest to try and get her to warm up to you, but nothing seemed to work.

Her little footsteps padded over to your side of the bed, her tiny hands reaching to arms, effectively tapping you with her fingers.

“Mommy.” You stirred, drowsily blinking your eyes open, feeling soft pokes at your skin. “Mommy.” Emily repeated. You paused for a moment, before it finally registered. You almost immediately shot up from your laying position, the covers falling to your lap.

Emily, calling you her mom.

“Ugh, what the hell..” Grace behind you, her grip tightens, like she didn’t want you to get out of bed just yet. She finally had a day off from her job, and you both had a.. night. So she was tired.

“I want breakfast.” She said, climbing up onto the bed. You were stunned, but very awake now. You rubbed your eyes, cringing at the bright sun. Just as you were about to get up, Grace speaks up.

“Emily, honey, it’s very early..” Grace murmurs, yawning. “Too early.”