Hi, I'm S.C., the author of this fic.
This is the first chapter to my new series, "Memories of Mommy". It's the story of four year old Kurt and his mother, Claire. This series will just be a bunch of short stories, or 'memories', and it won't be a totally cohesive story. Cool idea, right?
Thank you so much for taking time to read this story, and I hope you enjoy it!
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Claire sat in the kitchen making lunch for her little man. She smiled at him as Kurt waddled into the kitchen calling for his mother. The toddler always wanted to be with his mother, and subsequently he never left her side except on rare occasions and for potty breaks.
"Mommy? Mommy!" Kurt called as he clutched onto his teddy bear that he had had since he was two. The poor teddy bear, whose name was James, was on the brink of disintegration from all the years of love and affection. Claire swept the mocha hair from her eyes and brought to the table a peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich on whole wheat bread, no crust and cut into triangles. Even at a young age she could tell that her son was going to be a very picky eater.
"Kurty? Kurty!" she called right back, mimicking her son with a smile. He took a seat at the table, barely able to see over it, and Claire took her usual spot right next to him. Kurt licked his lips and started to munch down on his sandwich happily, swinging his legs as he chewed. He ate the sandwich slowly, methodically ripping off tiny pieces and popping it into his mouth. After every bite had dabbed the napkin at the corners of his mouth, and then resumed eating. Claire sat studying her son, she knew that he was perfect in every single way, and she cherished little moments like this where she got to just sit and watch him. Kurt popped the last piece into his mouth and politely got up so he could put the dish into the sink. He was barely tall enough to see over the counter, so he just stood there on his tippy toes trying to reach it. She laughed to herself as she watched her son trying to be an adult but failing miserably. Her thin arms picked her son up so he could complete the task. When he was put back down, he wrapped his arms around his mother's knees with a bright smile.
"So Kurty, what do you want to do today?" Claire asked, excited about what her son would pick. Kurt put his finger to his lips, put his foot out, and jutted out his hip to the side in a true thinking pose.
"Hmmm…" he hummed, tapping his foot. "I wanna bake cookies, for daddy! Can we mommy, can we?" he asked jumping up and down, hands clasped together. She shook her head with an unfamiliar scowl just to tease the boy. Kurt then frowned and gave her those powerful puppy dog eyes, which made Claire smile and laugh.
"I think that's a perfect idea my little Kurtsie." She reassured his, tickling his pudgy tummy to make his frown go away.
"Mommy… mommy stop!" Kurt giggle, wriggling away from his mother. Claire scooped up her son and carried him into the living room. They plopped down in front of a bookcase that was packed with books. The bottom two shelves were lined with Kurt's personal library and the rest was chock full of Claire's books. She was an avid reader and the books on the shelves were frequently replaced with newly bought books that she would read in three days. Her fingers ran over the spines of the books until it stopped on The Cookie Cookbook. She plucked it out and sat on the floor with Kurt.
"Okay, so which ones do you wanna make?" Claire asked, opening the book. Kurt's chubby little finger flipped through the pages and suddenly stopped on the second or third recipe.
"These! Mommy let's make these!" he cheered studying the picture. Kurt was infatuated with the sugar cookies that were shaped like butterflies. She couldn't help but laugh as she picked up the book and held out her finger for Kurt to grasp.
"Anything for my little Kurtsie." She cooed. They made their way into the white tiled kitchen. Everything was white, from the appliances to the cabinets, but Claire managed to add color in ways never thought possible. The walls were a golden yellow, and the table cloth on the table was a pungent shade of red. Kurt's art work sat in frames that hung upon the walls around the table. She took the sunflowers and the vase they were in, off the island to make more space for them to work. Kurt pulled up his step stool so he could get a better view of what they were doing. Claire walked around the kitchen getting the equipment and ingredients for the sugar cookies, while Kurt ran into a cabinet under the counter to get out a cookie cutter and sprinkles.
"Wanna help me crack the eggs? I know it's your favorite part." She called to Kurt who was still choosing sprinkles. He quickly chose one and skipped back to his step stool. Claire had already cracked one of the eggs, and had left the last one for her son. She had pretty much gotten everything together while Kurt had his back turned so it didn't take forever to make the cookies. Kurt stood a little straighter and crack the egg against the side of the bowl like he'd seen the chefs do on tv. It broke cleanly, and surprisingly no egg shells fell in. Kurt couldn't resist the temptation and he just put his hand into the bowl, poking at the yolk. He giggled as he pulled his hand back. Claire just smiled as she mixed all of the ingredients in the bowl. Somehow Kurt had managed to get flour on his navy long sleeve sweater and a smudge of it on his cheek. He looked down at his clothes and gasped, quickly patting all of the flour off of him. Even at the young age of four Kurt was very obsessed about his clothes and appearance. Claire laughed and wiped the flour off of his face with her thumb. "Wanna mix?" She asked, turning on the hand mixer. He placed his hand on his mother's and together they mixed the cookie batter until it looked like fluffy and well mixed. She popped out the whips attachments from the mixer and handed them to Kurt so he could eat the batter that was left over. Kurt ran his fingers over the metal, scooping the sweet batter into his mouth. By the time he had licked them clean, Claire had already rolled out the dough in time for them to cut them out. She handed him a butterfly cookie cutter and she grabbed a heart one, and they started to make butterflies and heart shaped cookie. It was quick work, and then came Kurt's favorite part, decorating. He stood there, happily sprinkling the different colored sugars on top of the cookies. When he was done, it looked like a rainbow had exploded all over them. Claire patted her son in the head as he beamed proudly at the masterpieces, and she put them in the oven.
"Why don't you go inside and draw me a picture while we're waiting for the cookies? Okay Kurtsie?" she asked piling bowls into the sink, and Kurt skipped inside to draw. Twenty minutes later when the cookies were cooled and ready to eat, Claire walked into the living room to find her son. He was passed out on the couch hugging James. On the table was a picture of him and his mother baking. She smiled and walked back into the kitchen to put it on the refrigerator.
Later that night at dessert, Kurt ran onto his step stool and grabbed the plate of cookies.
"Daddy! Look at what me and mommy made. Aren't they pretty?" he asked, sliding the plate in front of him.
"Why yes Kurt, these cookies look yummy. Thanks bud!" Burt smile, patting him on the head. He took a cookie and ate a bite, making sure to be dramatic about everything to please Kurt. "Wow Kurt these are amazing cookies!" he exclaimed with a bright smile. Kurt grabbed a cookie and nibbled at it happily.
"Kurt could be a world class baker someday Burt, who knows?" Claire said leaning against Burt's shoulder.
"I wanna do that! That way I can make people happy." Kurt laughed. Burt and Claire just stared at each other, lacing their fingers together. They knew that their little son was onto bigger and better things and they were excited to watch him grow up. At that moment Clair and Burt were looking ahead to the future and picturing everything that their son could be and all of the amazing things he would accomplish.
Keep an eye out for the next chapter! My goal is to have a chapter up each week, and there are about 6 more chapters to this.
Once again, thank you so much for taking the time to read this story.
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Please feel free to check out my other stories as well!
