Author's Note: Quick, short, and late. That's actually how I celebrate Mother's Day in real life also. Don't own #Blindspot.
"Jane?" Avery poked her head around the corner, peering into the living room.
Jane was sitting on the couch, curled up with a book. "Yeah?"
Avery walked slowly into the room, twisting her lip. "Here." She thrust out her hand, holding a plain white envelope. Avery sat down on the opposite end of the couch, keeping her eyes focused on Jane.
Jane gave a slight smile as she took the envelope, curious. "Oh…" a quiet gasp escaped her lips.
"Sorry it's a little sappy. Hallmark doesn't exactly make a 'Happy Mother's Day to my birth mom who is tracking down the people responsible for my father's death' card."
Jane laughed. "No, but this is perfect. Thank you."
"I just figured – you are my mom," Avery shrugged her shoulders. "And you are pretty cool." She smiled at Jane.
Jane laughed. "I can see so much of myself in you. Kurt can also," Jane took a deep breath, the memory coming back to her. "It was one of the first things he said – that he just knew."
"Really?" Avery asked, curling her legs underneath her. "I remember at school – there were all these assignments – what traits did you get from your mom or dad? – and I never was sure how to answer them. I mean, some things I could tell I picked up from Elsa and Bob. But, I think a part of me was always curious."
"We'll you're stubborn, I'll tell you that much." They both laughed, and Jane continued. "But it's in the little things – the way you twist your lips. Your sense of right and wrong. Your heart." Jane smiled. "I'm glad you're here now. If Shepherd hadn't – " Jane paused, trying to find the right words. "I was 16. My mother was a terrorist. I know your dad did terrible things, but… I'm glad you were able to have a normal childhood. You grew up into a beautiful, amazing young woman, one that I'm proud to call my daughter."
Avery ducked her head, starting to blush. "Thanks."
"You made me learn about myself also. You made me a mom," Jane looked down at the card in her lap. "I know you're 18, and I'm not trying to replace your childhood, or anything." Jane sighed. "I just mean, my life up until now, I've had Kurt and the FBI. They were – are – my family. But with you, it's different. You're my daughter. And no matter what happens with Crawford and Roman – you'll always be my daughter. And I'll always love you."