Old stuff, but I still like it. I actually wrote it to go along with a b-day present pic for Bayleef a few months ago.
Yu-Gi-Oh! (c) Kazuki Takahashi
He knew she didn't know, but he found himself wishing that she did and that it made no difference to her – that she was holding someone else's son in her arms.
Mom was mom, just like Grandpa was grandpa. But at that moment, for the first time… the warmth of her hand on his face; her lips pressed to his ruffled hair in a way that undoubtedly made her nose itch; the pattern of her heartbeat under his fingers when he instinctively clasped her wrist in response; the faint smell of cinnamon and chocolate on her apron; sweet nothings he'd scoff at, he realized, had they come from anyone else's mouth. At that moment, that brief and overwhelming sensation triggered a feeling both new and faintly, desperately familiar.
It was strange and comforting and heart wrenchingly sad all at once - the touch of a mother.
(Writing sad stuff makes me feel bad...)