I wake up and roll over in bed. I'm momentarily startled by Fang's sleeping face. I cant help smiling at it. Being able to sleep in bed with the love of my life, with no worries, feels... right. I kiss his forehead and slip out of bed. I go downstairs to the kitchen and crack some eggs into a skillet and scramble them. I then fry up some bacon, pop some biscuits in the oven, and whip up some gravy. I set the table with four plates and and all the food. I slump back upstairs and go into my daughter's room. "Wake up sweetie pie," I say walking over to her bed. She rubs her eyes and looks at me. I grab her arms and pull her out of bed in a swinging motion. She laughs and I push her black curls out of her eyes. She takes my hand and we go down to the kitchen. Fang is at the table putting our four-year-old son, Alex into his booster seat. "Morning," I say to Fang, giving him a quick kiss. "Morning he half-smiles back. "Morning, daddy," Madeline says to Fang. He also brushes her black curls out of her endless eyes. She's the spitting image of her father.
"I hungry!" Alex says from his seat. I smile at Fang, and fix him a plate. Alex does have brown hair like mine, and brown-ish eyes, but he doesn't look like me other than that. We sit down and eat our breakfast together as a family. Again it feels... right. "Mom, can I go outside and practice flying?" Madeline asks, finishing her third plateful. "Yeah, let's all go," I say. We go upstairs to put on some casual clothes and go out to the wide-open backyard. We all take a running start together, Alex in my arms, jump, and snap out are wings in unison. Perfect Hallmark moment. Well, you know, for the mutant bird-family edition. Madeline swerves around in powerful zig-zags, her black wings moving up and down with so much grace. Does being a mom really make me this poetic? I hold Alex out flat below me as I fly. He has his tawny wings out and his arms in front of him like Superman. I cant help smile again. In the six years of being a mom, iv'e been really different. I like it though. Being free to live away from the school with my family is great. "Ahh!" I hear. I immediately turn around and see Madeline dropping to the ground.