Disclaimer: I do not own Fairytail or its characters. Fairy tail belongs to Hiro Mashima.

AN: Hello Everyone, Happy Mother's Day! I am here once again with another oneshot dedicated to this day. It will involve all my Shalily babies including Charle Extalia and my oc twins Naak and Gentry Extalia. This is based off the future of Sneakers on Pointe. This oneshot was betaed by Samantharoseheartfillia. Enjoy~

Mother's Bond

"A mother thinks about her children day and night, even if they are not with her and loves them in a way they will never understand."

~Unknown


"All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother."

~Pres. Abraham Lincoln

Charle's story:

The wind howled in the night as it blew against the trees. The house was dark and frightening. Shagotte stirred in her bed at the noise. She kept her ears open for the sound of her little ones that were in the other rooms outside of her own. She prayed that her two three month olds weren't awaken by the moan of the harsh winds.

'Well at least it's not a thunderstorm' she thought. If that were the case then she would have four babies she would have to cuddle up to that night, including her husband who currently slept peacefully by her side, not the least disturbed by the sounds.

~KnockKnockKnockKnock~

Shagotte flinched at the frantic knocking she heard from her bedroom door. She sat up on her bed swinging her legs to the edge. Her delicate feet touch the carpet soundlessly. She looked behind her at the window again. The sound of the wind blew harder against the window panes, bringing debris to brush against the glass with a 'whoosh!'

~KnockKnockKnockKnock~

The knock grew progressively faster and louder. Worry creeped up Shagotte's spine. She quickly walked to the door, opening it with one swift movement. Before she even had the chance to look down, without warning she felt a small force wrap its arms tightly around her legs. Shagotte almost recoiled and fell over but with as much dancing talent as she had she was able to keep her balance. Shagotte looked down at her legs and spotted her four year old daughter trembling holding on to her legs for dear life with her favorite cat plush smothered between her arm and Shagotte's leg.

"What's wrong baby?" Shagotte asked softly. With another 'whoosh' a branch hit the window panes. Charle whimpered burying her face deeper into her mother's leg. Shagotte kneeled down to the young girl. The second Shagotte reached her level, Charle reacted and shifted her position from Shagotte's leg to bury her face into her neck. Shagotte was shocked but soon relaxed and hugged her securely in her arms. She ran her fingers through her short white locks, soothing her soft whimpers.

"Are you scared of the windstorm, sweetheart?" Charle didn't say a word but just frantically nodded her head and tightened her hold on her mother's neck. Shagotte hmm-ed in understanding continuing to stroke her hair. Shagotte asked no more questions. She lifted Charle off the ground. Charle wrapped her small legs around Shagotte's torso so she wouldn't fall. Shagotte placed both of her arms under Charle's bottom to give her more support. She careful walked through the dark room, only the wind and the light snores of the man on the bed breaking the silence. Shagotte felt Charle flinch against her every time the wind picked up a new forceful 'whoosh'. She gently rocked the girl in her arms as she carried her to the bed.

"Everything is going to be okay, sweetheart," she reassured. "Mommy's here."

Once she reached her side of the bed she carefully slid the covers away from it slipping herself and Charle in the bed, being sure to place Charle in between herself and her sleeping husband. The woman pulled the comforter covering both of them in its warm embrace. She gazed down at the young girl who still clung to her neck and chest and continued to stroke her hair whispering in her ears that everything will be alright. She heard another small whimper escape the girl's lips.

"M-mama?" The girl called quietly.

"Yes sweetie?" Shagotte replied. She felt Charle's hold tighten around her again. She buried her face into Shagotte's chest.

""A-are you and daddy going to die?" Charle trembled against her mother as she spoke. Shagotte's breath hitched instantly, not exactly sure what to say. How could she answer something so sensitive without scaring her? Especially at such a young age, She and Lily had explained death to her so that she understood what it meant but every concept just the general idea. She wanted to make her feel safe everyday, but even so both her and Lily's parents died while their were just little kids. People die everyday but how could she explain that to her?

"Why do you ask such a question, little one?" She felt the hold around her loosen enough so the girl could look into her silver eyes.

"Because I-I had a dream that y-you and daddy died a-and left me all alone." The girl began to whimper once more. Shagotte saw tears fall down her face as she sobbed. She looked at her in grief and concern. Shagotte didn't want to frighten her. Both her and Lily talked about living everyday for their children, they both refused to leave them without parents. Shagotte and Lily knew what it was like, they both were similarly traumatized from such an experience, she would do her very best to live for her. Shagotte's heart was filled with determination to live every day for her children.

Shagotte took her thumb and gently wiped her tears away then kissed her forehead. She took a deep breath.

"You don't have to worry about that, Mommy and Daddy aren't going anywhere. We are going to grow-up together along with your baby brother and sister."

Shagotte felt Charle relax and her breathing become easy.

"You mean it, Mommy?"

Shagotte nodded. "Yes, I mean it. I promise. We aren't going anywhere anytime soon." A smile ghosted over Charle's face.

"Ok." the sudden shift of the large body beside them caused both of them to jump. Lily stretched his muscular arm out wrapped around both of the girls pulling them close to him. A tiny 'yelp' escaped Charle's lips but soon she relaxed when she saw the the pair of gold orbs that peeked out at her and the gentle smile formed from full dark lips. Charle turned from her mother moving close to Lily.

"Daddy." She breathed. Charle curled up into a ball as she snuggled into his chest. Lily patted Charle's head then looked up to Shagotte. She gave him a nervous smile, knowing he heard everything she had told their daughter. Lily returned her smile with a loving grin and a confident wink. Shagotte's face stung with an unseen blush, hidden by the darkness of the room. Shagotte moved closer to the two and wrapped her arm around Lily covering Charle as well.

Lily's deep whisper seemed to boom in the silence of the room.

"Do you want to sleep with us tonight?"

The muffled 'yes please' that was heard from Lily's chest was all they needed. Shagotte cuddled close to the figures beside her.

"Goodnight, honey," Shagotte said, closing her eyes, sleep slowly taking over.

"Goodnight, Mommy and Daddy." Charle said with a yawn.

Shagotte felt a light surface touch on her forehead and just a second after heard the sweet giggle of her daughter as she shifted beside her, feeling the same touch.

"Goodnight, my loves," Lily's voice whispered. A peaceful slumber took them away. Their calming snores and deep sleep overpowering that of the roar of the wind.


"There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart."

~Washington Irving

Gentry's story:

Shagotte took a deep breathe as she finished her last stretch of the cool down ending the last class of the day.

"Ok everyone, please be sure to practice the steps I taught you today. We will have to rehearse them again on Monday, am I understood?"

The room filled with nodding heads and voices with responses of 'yes ma'am'. Shagotte smiled brightly at her students.

"Good, have an amazing weekend everyone, class dismissed." The room immediately grew loud with shuffling feet and the sounds of teens placing things in their gym bags packing to leave. Shagotte looked around her room at her students seeing just how far she had come through the years of working at her ballet studio. Sometimes it was hard coming to work full time, like she used to because, of course, she had a family to take care of. However it was always her passion to teach ballet so she finds the time between her bust schedule to do what is still held close to her heart.

"Mother?" Shagotte turned to the door of the studio hearing the voice of a young male. She smiled when she saw him, a young teen of about fourteen years, low cut lcurly light brown hair, tan skin, and stunning silver eyes, a trait that he undeniably shared with her.

"Hi, sweetheart," Shagotte said. The boy had a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He looked around the now empty room, that was quite a mess now from the day's lesson. She was so lost in thought that she hadn't realized that everyone had left so fast, leaving only herself and her only son, Gentry Extalia.

Gentry placed his bag by the door then walked up to Shagotte. Once next to her it was evident just how much taller he had gotten. Goodness he was only in his early teens and she was already looking up to him, definitely something he inherited from his father's genes. He gave her a toothy smile that had Lily written all over it and just made him that much more handsome. He bent down giving her a kiss on her cheek. Shagotte gave him a motherly smile. She turned from him and started picking up the dance mats off the floor.

"How was your day at school today? And how was boxing practice?" She asked, continuing her task. Gentry bent down to pick a mat off the floor placing it on the mat rack.

"School was good, can't complain too much. Practice was great. We're getting ready for the match next week. They say the opponents will be pretty tough, but we can take them." Gentry spoke with much confidence and determination.

"That's great sweetie. Will you take the broom and sweep-up over there for me, dear?" Shagotte asked.

"Yes ma'am," Gentry jogged to get the broom from the closet. He swiftly sweeped up the floor. After doing so he glanced up towards the mirror. Shagotte watch him curiously as he walked towards it looking at himself.

"Is there something wrong, dear?" Gentry looked down with thoughtful eyes. Shagotte saw a light pink blush appear on his cheeks. He stared at his reflection as if he was trying to focus on something.

"Hey… Mom?" The boy asked hesitantly.

"Yes?" Shagotte answered with a delicate tone. He looked over his shoulder to catch his mother looking at him with wondering eyes. He turned back to the mirror then looked down at his feet.

"Um, how did you and Dad, you know, fall for eachother?" Shagotte eyes widen. This question was unexpected. She tilted her head in confusion.

"Why so suddenly if I may ask?" Shagotte countered. Gentry glanced up at her reflection in the mirror for a second then shook his head getting the question out of his head.

"Nevermind, forget I asked."

Shagotte slowly walked up to him and gently grasped his shoulder.

"You don't have to be afraid to tell me, sweetheart. If it's a secret you want to tell I promise I won't tell anyone, mother's honor." Shagotte give him an encouraging smile.

Gentry looks up into her eyes nervously debating whether he should tell her what he was feeling.

"Promise?"He asked.

"Promise. Oh except your father, I'm kinda obligated to tell him, but I'll tell him not to tell anyone either. Is that ok?" Gentry thinks on it for a second. He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a sigh.

"Ok, fine. There's this…girl I like. And well I don't know how I should go about it." Shagotte had to control everything in her not to go in full out 'giddy mommy 'mode for her baby having his first crush. Her internal scream went unheard but was very much seen though her lips that were curled into a huge smile.

"Oh is that so?" She says trying to keep all composure of her senses. He nodded shyly.

"Yea," Shagotte's smile didn't falter. She walked to the mirror and slides to the floor. She looks up to him patting the seat beside her. He sits on the place she pats and let's out a sigh. Shagotte's takes the chance to ask another question.

"So who is the lucky lady?" She saw Gentry's blush intensify across his tan cheeks. He mumbles a name under his breath but Shagotte isn't able to hear it.

"Will you repeat that, dear?" Gentry takes a deep breath.

"Emma Redfox," he repeats, his voice higher than she had a expected it to be, making the nervousness he felt known. Shagotte's eyes sparkled.

She couldn't contain her happiness. The Redfoxes were like family to them, their kids practically grew up together, but it shouldn't been that much of a surprise that her son would fall for the youngest of their bunch. Her curiosity kicked in but she nodded understandingly.

"Ah, I see. Now tell me, what do you like about Ms. Emma Redfox?" Shagotte looked into his silver eyes. She couldn't resist in letting a silent giggle, for the blush that was ever so prominent on her son's cheeks.

"Well, I mean she's smart a-and pretty," he stuttered.

"Oh yes, that's a very important factor," Shagotte commented.

"Mom!" Gentry whined his face becoming considerably redder with embarrassment .

"Well, it is baby. It's important to be attracted to the girl you want to be with," Shagotte gave him a wink. Gentry let out a staggered sigh as he looked at her with a pout but playful silver eyes glinting which only made his blushing face more adorable.

"Well actually there's one thing that I really like about her that makes me happy." Now he had his mother's attention. She turned her face towards him looking into his eyes.

"And what is that sweet pea." Shagotte tilted her head curiously.

"She's a lot like a person I admire." Gentry let out a soft chuckle that sounded just like Lily's.

"Oh?" Gentry turned his head away from his mother trying to hide his face that already looked to be as red as a tomato.

"You…She reminds me a lot of you, mom." Shagotte was caught completely of guard and her pale cheeks grew beet red with a blush to match Gentry's.

"W-what," she squeaked. Gentry quickly turned towards her and raised his hands at her shaking his head.

"Not like that, Mom! Not like that!" He nearly shouted making sure his mother didn't get the wrong idea. His face was so flustered he would have steam rising from it if this were a cartoon.

"She's caring, sweet and special…" Gentry said his eyes trailing off into nothingness and a sweet smile spreading his lips. "Just like how Dad describes you. She's one of a kind and you're the same way. Dad has taught me to become a gentleman because it's not really popular anymore amongst the generations, you know? I believe he does that so I can find a girl that is one in a million. You know?" Gentry faced his mother and his eyes grew wide as he saw his mother cover her lips with her hands, looking at him with tears streaming down her beautiful eyes.

"You really think that?" Shagotte asked about to nearly break down from his sweet words.

Gentry nodded. "I do." Shagotte began to sob into her hands almost uncontrollably. "Oh, Mom. Please don't cry. Please." Gentry hugged her with his built arms, gained from a few years of exercise and weight training.

"It's ok." Shagotte whispered in between her sobs. "I'm fine. Just very happy is all." Gentry smiled at his crying mother. He let her go and pushed himself up against the mirror standing on his feet. He reached his hand down offering it to Shagotte so he could help her off the floor.

"Let's go, Mama. We need to get home and start cooking dinner. Maybe we can have kiwi pie tonight?" He said with a toothy grin. Shagotte wiped her eyes and took his hand with a smile.

"I think your father would truly like that," Once she got on her feet Gentry took her into a sudden hug, causing a yelp to escape her lips. He held her tight as she hugged him back. He was growing up so fast, yet his hugs for her would always remain the same ever since he was little. He would never fail in giving long comforting hugs, and she always was honored to be on the receiving each of one. Gentry buried his face into his mother's long white hair.

"Thank you, for listening to me," he said. Shagotte giggled. She pushed him away so she could gaze into his eyes giving him a serious look.

"Of course, you know you can always talk to me about these things, right?" Gentry nodded.

"Yes, ma'am." Shagotte got on the balls of her feet reaching his nose to give him eskimos kisses.

"Good boy. Now, when should I expect the wedding?"

"Mom!"


"Your unselfish care and love of deep devotion adds to my esteem, kiss from your grateful daughter. Mother, you're the world to me"

~Unknown

Naak's story:

The night was dark and quiet. Everyone seemed to be sleep. The moon was up high in the sky above the Extalia household, letting the world know just how late it was. Shagotte slept soundly against her husband who had his arms securely wrapped around her frame.

~Knock~Knock~Knock~

Shagotte's eyes shot open. She stirred between Lily's arm attempting to loosen his hold on her. As much as she didn't want to leave his comforting warmth, her instincts told her to get up immediately.

~Knock~Knock~Knock~

Shagotte found the strength to break free of his grasp, surprisingly without waking him up.

"I'm coming," she called sleepily. She stood up from her bed grabbing her night robe. A yawn left her lips as she slipped the robe onto her bare shoulders. She treaded across the carpet to the bedroom door and opened it.

Shagotte looked down to see her the youngest of her children, a mess of light brown curls spiraled all over her head and dark circles indicating her lack of sleep, a panther plush in her hand and her eyes usual joyful gold and bright, were dull with tears.

Shagotte's eyes widened with concern as she knelt down to her placing a hand over her tear stained cheek.
"What's wrong, little one?" she asks. Naak looks up to her, eyes streaming more tears and her eyebrows scrunching together as her mouth transforms into an ugly sob.

"M-mama. I-it hurts," Naak sobs. Tears stream down her face like an endless river.

Shagotte knew exactly what she meant when she said 'it'. Naak had started her period again. Shagotte looks at her with concern and wipes her tears away with her thumb. Shagotte didn't have the experience of doing this with her eldest daughter, Charle because she was one of the few lucky girls that didn't have cramping during her period, but sadly Naak wasn't so fortunate. Naak started her cycle only three months ago so she wasn't use to it all just yet. Shagotte did her very best to make the 10 year old's transition into womanhood much smoother, but with her still being so young, she had to remember that it would be much harder for her then it was for her older sister.

Shagotte took Naak in her arms and carries her back to her bedroom. She sat her on her bed while Shagotte sat down on the edge of the bed hugging her sobbing and combing her untamed curls with her slender fingers.

"It's going to be ok, sweetheart." Shagotte said comfortably.

She continues to stroke her daughter's hair then suddenly stops, getting an idea. Naak to look at her with wanting eyes confused of why she had stopped. Shagotte stood up from the bed looking down at her.

"Stay here. I'm going to go get some things to make your stomach feel better." Shagotte turns from her about to leave the room but stops when she feels Naak grab her nightgown. Shagotte looks back to her distressed face.

"M-may I come w-with you?" Shagotte saw her wince, most likely from another sharp cramp striking her stomach. Shagotte looks at her unease not fully confident of that fact that she wants to move from her spot on the bed.

"Do you think you will feel ok enough to walk, sweetie?" the golden eyed girl nods.

"I-i think so." Naak averts her eyes. "I just d-don't want to be here a-alone,"
Shagotte gave her a soft smile.

"Ok." Shagotte holds out her hand to help her up. Naak took it and climbing out of the bed. She clung to her mother's side holding her hand.

Shagotte walks again towards the door.
"Come along."

Shagotte walks to the hallway bathroom. She bent down to search in the cabinet under the sink for the wrap around heating pad. She knew the heat around the abdomen would definitely make the pain lessen. Once found she gave it to Naak to hold.

To get the next item Shagotte had to get on her tippy toes so she could reach into the mirror cabinet to get the medicine needed to help her Naak's cramps. She grabs the medicine then stood back flat on her feet again with a sigh.

She looks down at her daughter who still sniffled into Shagotte's side.
"Have you used the bathroom yet or changed, dear?" Naak thought a moment then shakes her head.

"N-no ma'am" she answered softly.

"Do you think you might need a shower," Shagotte asked. Even in her pained state, she could see a light pink blush dust her freckled cheeks. She averted her eyes from her and nodded.

"Y-yes ma'am," Shagotte gave her a smile showing her that there's was no need to be embarrassed in front of her. Shagotte understood how she felt and didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

"How about you take a warm shower while I make you some honey kiwi tea, hm? It'll make you feel a lot better." Shagotte suggests.

Naak nods her head and a small smile curves on her beautiful face. "Ok, that sounds nice."

Naak released Shagotte's hand and gave her back the heating pad then proceeded to slip off her nightgown. Shagotte placed the heating pad on the toilet seat and went to run the water for her from the tub. Shagotte checked the water a few times by placing her hand in it to make sure it was warm enough. Once she decided it was the perfect temperature she pulled the handle to turn on the shower . The whited haired woman picked the items off the seat then walked towards the door.

"I'll be back with a towel and some underwear for you in a little bit, ok." Naak turns to her and nods once more.

"Yes ma'am" the small girl replied.

Shagotte walked out the bathroom to Naak's room, placing the pad and the medicine on the night stand. She walked quickly down stairs to make the tea. Tea always soothe her stomach aches when she had them, so she knew it would be perfect for relaxing her baby girl. She walked back up the stairs being careful not to spill the tea, lucky enough she was able to get back up just in time to hear Naak calling her name. She walked into Naak's room placing the cup of tea on a secure spot on the nightstand. She grabbed a pair of panties from her underwear drawer and picked out a short cute nightgown with a hood with Panther ears, laying it across the bed. She went back to the bathroom with the under garment in hand and grabbing a couple towels from the closet as she did.

Shagotte poked her head through the bathroom door.
"You ready to get out, na na?" A head of beautifully soaked messy curls poked out from behind the curtains.

"Yes ma'am" Naak replied. Shagotte walked all the way in and held out the towel in front of her spreading it out so Naak could walk in to it. Shagotte heard the shower turn off. The curtain opened revealing the soaked girl, her hair stuck to her shoulders and back. She stepped out and ran into towel and into Shagotte's arms.

Shagotte wrapped her little body with the towel hugging her in the process causing Naak to giggle.

"Now dry yourself off, sweetheart, and put this on with your panties." Shagotte gave her a small item covered with a soft paper with orange designs on it.

"Yes ma'am," Naak sat on the toilet seat and did as she was told. Shagotte grabbed the spare towel off the counters and whipped down the wet floor. She wanted to avoid any casualties that may happen in the morning if Gentry or Charle slipped walking into the bathroom. She also took the time to clean the tub and place the washcloth and spare towels in the hamper by the door of the bathroom. Naak sat patiently waiting for to finish her tasks. Once she had finally finished Shagotte looked at her offered her hand.

"Ok, let's get back to your room and get your night clothes on before you catch a cold." Shagotte said. Naak smiled giving her a nod. Shagotte could clearly see that the shower was quite an improvement to rid of her discomfort.

Still concealed in her towel she walked with Shagotte back to her room. She immediately flung the towel aside after spotting the nightgown with the Panther head hoodie. Naak quickly threw it on hugging herself in in the warm material. Shagotte closed the door and walked to the bed and sat on the edge of it picking up the heating pad.

"Come here dear so I can wrapped the heating pad around your stomach." The girl walked up to her and lifted her gown exposing her tan belly to her mother. Shagotte securely wrapped the pad around her. "There you go. Now come get in the bed," Naak did just that with no comment.

Shagotte gave her the tea which has cooled down enough for her to take the medicine. As she drank, Shagotte dried off her hair and braided it up. She covered her braid with the panther hood once she was done.

Naak went under the cover of her bed smiling up at her mother. Shagotte touched her rosy cheek, feeling the warmth seep into her palms.
"Are you feeling a better now, baby?"

Naak nodded gleefully.
"Yes mama. I feel a lot better, thankyou." Shagotte gave her a loving smile. Shagotte bent over and kissed her on her forehead. She glanced at the clock.

~1:34am~

"Oh dear, it's quite late. You better be getting back to sleep." Shagotte rose from her spot. She felt the small hands catch her's before she got too far out of reach. Silver eyes met huge golden pools once more that looked up at her pleadingly.

"Will you stay with me tonight mama? I'm still hurting a little." Shagotte giggled at her question. Shagotte never minded sleeping with her little ones when they asked her too. It made her feel like she was needed. She gave her a motherly smile walking back up to the bed.

"Ofcourse." Shagotte lifted the covers and slipped inside of them making herself comfortable in the twin size bed that was filled with fluffy pillows.
Shagotte turned off the small lamp that sat in the night stand then scooted closer to her daughter wrapping her arms around her pulling her close to her chest.

"Goodnight my little panther," she heard the little girl's sweet laugh.

"Goodnight mama," They both fell asleep in eachother's arms unaware of the tall dark figure, that gazed at them from the tiny open crack of bedroom door with a light-hearted eyes and a warm handsome smile.


"The bond between mothers and their children is one defined by love. As mother's prayers for her children are unending, so are the wisdom, grace and strength to provide to their children"

~Pres. George W. Bush

Happy Mother's Day

~ShalilyQueen