My Mothew Cindewella Stowy
One beouti–flu nite, my mom and dad fell in love. And bekoiz they lav each awther sooo much, I was bowned. So, instwead of a glass slipper, my mom got ME! But poor daddy doesn't know. Then, mothew got a job. Guess wea?
Dislaimer: I own not but my BLANKY!
Time waits for no one.
Chapta one: A Hapwy Life
'Mommy!' the young boy yelled to call his mother to hurry up. He was late for school, again. No more but sleepy, for last night, his mother had been crying again. His baby cheek rested on the kitchen counter. Few raven strands fell on his face, blocking his emerald eyes. His mother said that he inherited them from his father whom died in an accident when he was barely one year old. Mother had been crying about father for years now, missing him. He himself no doubt longed at the feelings of having a father. Sometimes he dreamt that he still have a father.
'Coming! One minute,' loud footsteps was heard, then Cagalli emerged from upstairs in simple white blouse and black pants. Her golden-yellow hair matching her yellow-hazel eyes, baggies were seen under her eyes. Panting slightly, the phone rang. She sighed. Mouthing 'Two' and a sorry at her son she took the call.
This was actually their usual daily activities.
# First activities: Yells, footsteps.
Although, her lawn was a pretty huge soothing-green field, her house was small and very simple. It was cream-walled inside and outside with brown black lines at the edge, the same color as her roof. Most of her house's furniture was made of a high quality wood. They had been living with each other for four years. Both Cagalli and his son, Aaron was very happy with their life.
Opening the fridge, Cagalli startled as her son stopped her and motioned that there was some pancakes on the table. Smiling slightly, she hanged up the phone and gave a peck on Aaron cheek. Her hand lingered around him. 'Mwah, love you,'
'Lav ya, Uncwe Kia?' asked the four year old as he poured some milk into her mother's cup. Aaron had been Cagalli's live saver since Cagalli started working. Even though he was small, Aaron was a very quick learner, no doubt inherited his father's coordinator trait.
'Yes, it is uncle Kia…' Cagalli could not help but to grin at the sight of her son. He was wearing his blue black and white collar uniform with red and yellow lines short. His huge eyes could melt those even with the coldest heart, and Cagalli felt herself suddenly filled with warmth and strength. His miniature hand hugged the milk which was barely half his size, to put them back in the refrigerator.
'Awon…' Cagalli stopped in mid-sentences, smiling dangerously.
Feeling a sudden rush of cold at the sound of his name, Aaron's eyes widened. 'GAA!!!' he ran to the living room, his hands in the air.
'WHO WANTS A KISSS…?' Cagalli yelled after the boy.
Even with his coordinator power, Aaron little legs did not help him at all.
# Second activity: GAA!!! a.k.a I DUN WANT TO BE KISSEDD!!!
The next minute they both found themselves in Cagalli's car, with she's ready to drive while Aaron pouted and glaring dagger at his mother. However, the red kissing mark on his check ruined it all.
With great effort, Cagalli coughed to muffle her laugh. In serious tone, 'Okay, okay… after school I'll make it up to you?' Cagalli finally said after Aaron refused to put his seatbelt on.
'Anythin?' Aaron said held out his pinky.
'Anythin, you little squirt,' Cagalli entwined it with her pinky. 'Seatbelt?'
With a little click, smiling he said 'check,'
A/N: Do you agree I stopped here?