I know that the French don't recognize Mother's Day for another three weeks so this is for all those celebrating it with me today.
*Disclaimer* I don't own Miraculous Ladybug or its characters.
Marinette had woken up early and worked for nearly two hours to perfect her mother's present. It was a simple patterned apron with intricate stitching across the whole thing. Across the middle it read "Baiser le Cuisinier," a phrase her father adored to say to her mother. Finally, she wrote and signed a card, placing it in the pocket on the front of the apron and started to wrap it.
As soon as she had finished with the present, a warm smell started to waft through the air. Her father had started cooking. She smiled. He always did his best for her mother on this day. Marinette rushed down the stairs to help.
"Welcome to the Queen's kitchen! How may I help you?" Marinette laughed at her father's state. He had one of Sabine's older aprons on that was falling apart, a spatula in his hand, and he was still dressed in his rumpled sleep clothes.
"The question is how may I help you? Did you sleep in too long again?" He smiled sheepishly, taking some croissants out of the oven while also working on the omelet Sabine loved so much.
"Ah yes. The joys of staying up late with your mother. Let me tell you what we did…" Marinette blushed bright red and swatted at her father.
"Dad!" Tom laughed and leapt out of the way.
"Next time think before you joke about me sleeping in." Marinette nodded fervently, put on another fraying apron, and started to work.
They twisted around each other for the next several minutes in a sort of dance. Marinette would work on rolling the cinnamon rolls while Tom worked on the eggs then they'd go across the kitchen each touching, flipping, turning off, and mixing different things. Then Tom would cut the cinnamon rolls while Marinette put the eggs on a plate with a warm croissant.
Finally, Sabine's plate was full and ready. Tom and his daughter took off the aprons, grabbed the food and presents, and headed to Sabine's room. As always, she was lying down, pretending to be asleep. Tom went over and gently shook her. Marinette always wondered if he knew she was joking. Whether he did or not, Sabine quietly groaned and opened her eyes, blinking slowly.
"Tom? What's going on?" The words would have been perfectly said if the corners of her mouth hadn't been turned up ever so slightly.
"What do you mean, darling? It's Mother's Day today." He smiled and motioned for Marinette to come over. The girl was beaming at her mother's happy face.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mama," she said, handing the elated woman the plate of food and the presents. The food was placed on the bedside table while Sabine opened the presents. Marinette's came first.
"Oh, Marinette! It's wonderful! Where did you learn to do this?" Marinette blushed at the praise.
"I've been working on it for a while." Meanwhile, Tom had been leaning over his wife's shoulder, eyes lighting up when he saw the words. Leaning down, he kissed his wife. Sabine kissed back gently, and Marinette covered her face.
"Can you do that later?" Her parents laughed at her red face. Sabine answered by moving on to Tom's present. It was an expensive looking comb. It had a bee down the middle, and it's wings spread out across the top.
"Oh Tom! Where did you get this?" Tom shuffled uncomfortably. Marinette wondered how much the thing had cost. Sabine threw her arms around the red faced baker and started to kiss him. Marinette quietly exited the room.
Sometimes it was better to leave them to their own devices.
Later that day the family went out to enjoy the air which was filled with their happy laughter. I'm so lucky to have a mother and a father like this, Marinette thought. On impulse, she hugged Sabine.
"I love you, Mama. Happy Mother's Day." Sabine wrapped her arms around her daughter.
"I love you, too." Behind them, Tom snapped a picture.