Mother Dearest's Darlin' Boy

by actuallyitsstarbar

A series of drabbles regarding Ezra's growing up years, from Maude's point of view. An attempted insight into their love/hate relationship. Rated T for mild violence & mild language. Mostly written, just a matter of finding time to proofread, format, and post. Might be a few drabbles depicting scenes from the show, with Maude's thoughts, coming. Enjoy! :)

1. A Son Was Born

A/N: In my opinion, there will never be enough Mag7 fics on FF. (most of them are on blackraptor or all-ezra, you know). Because of this, I thought what the hey, I'll get on board.

There aren't very many stories regarding Maude Standish (Ezra's mother), nor are enough of them from her POV. Still fewer are regarding Ezra's childhood, and pretty much none of the stories that depict Ezra's growing up years are from Maude's perspective.

A lot of people hate Maude, call her an uncaring woman who doesn't love her son and will use anything or one to get her way or her money. I disagree strongly. I believe that Maude loves her son. I think she really believes it when she says, "I did the best I could. I'm sorry if it wasn't enough." to Ezra in Witness. I also believe that there's a reason she "dumped him on every aunt and uncle she could find. Unless of course she needed him. For a con."

I know better than to try and start a big giant multichapter depicting Maude and Ezra's life stories. (If you're looking for one of those, 'The Making of Ezra Standish' and 'The Making of Mrs. Standish' are both here on FF, by PyschedelicCowgirl and are great contenders) I'd never have any hope of finishing it and I'd get bored much too quickly. So I've decided on a compromise: A series of drabbles. As long or short as I feel it needs to be, each posted as a separate chapter.

I hope you enjoy! Long live the Magnificent Seven fandom! :)

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own The Magnificent Seven... I suspect that right goes to MGM.

.

m7m7m7m7m7m7m7m7m7

.

Childbirth was messy, painful, long winded, and bloody. Maude didn't think she wanted to go through it ever again, and she mentally cursed the man who left her to do this alone at least twenty times during the process.

Then they placed this little baby in her arms. "A boy, Miz Standish," grinned the slave who was her midwife.

Maude stared down at the thing, which she was afraid she would hold wrong and some harm would come to as a result, and the corners of her mouth quirked upwards. She couldn't help it; he somehow won her over as soon as she looked at him. He had these cute little hands that curled open and shut, and an adorable little button nose, and he was so very tiny. And he was all hers.

She stared at him for a long time.

"What'll ya call 'im, Miz Standish?"

Maude looked up, before returning her eyes to her… to her son. Lord, she had a son.

"I don't know," she said finally. "I'll think on it a bit."

The dark midwife, Patsy, nodded sympathetically. "You wanna rest now, ma'am?"

"Uh, yes." Maude stammered. She handed her son to Patsy, who grinned down at him as she started from the room.

"Patsy," Maude said. Patsy paused at the door. "Yes, Miz Standish?"

"You take good care of my darlin' boy, you hear?" Maude said, in the tone she used to demand fair treatment for her genuine French Leather Luggage.

Patsy glanced over her shoulder and grinned. "Yes ma'am," she said, before she walked out the door.