B Author Notes B/ A Mother's day story or drabble, which ever the case may be.

B Disclaimer B/ I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Seto Kaiba pulled a chair away from the table and pulled the crying boy from the floor of the kitchen into his lap.

"What's wrong?" Free flowing tears soaked through his shirt as Mokuba buried his face and pointed to the counter.

One medium sized bowl was filled with a mixture of surger, oil, butter, and egg. A second larger bowl contained flower. The containers for the used ingredients lay tossed about and forgotten.

What caught Seto's eye was the book. It sat away from the mixtures and away from the sink so as not to get messy or wet. Not that it would have mattered. It had seen it's share of kitchens and each stain told the story of the cook that possessed it.

Though he wasn't close enough to read the words himself the stage of the recipe at which Mokuba had stopped told him what the book said.

Underneath the perfectly type printed book words lay five words written in a sloppy child's hand writing that brought tears to even the eyes of the ever cold Seto Kaiba.

I Then call mother to check /I

Resting his cheek on a nest of unruly black hair, Seto sighed.

"I wish you could of known her."

B Author Notes B/ My mother wrote these words in the cookbook she used as a child. Its in a recipe for chocolate chip cookies. I now use this book and that is the most used recipe in the whole book. Happy Mothers Day