A/N This includes flashbacks. All of them are in italics to make it easier to read.

Brandon grabbed Jude's shoulder as he walked to the doorway of his older brother's room. "Jesus in already here. Have you seen the girls?"

Jude nodded. "Callie and Mariana are downstairs talking to Mama. They are not in trouble or anything, just helping with dinner. Is this going to talk a long time?"

"I am not sure…. It depends on you all. Go on in while I go see if I can get the girls away from Lena. We will get started once we are all there."

Jude nodded again and went into Brandon's room as Brandon went down the stairs to find his sisters. Indeed, Marianna and Callie were in the kitchen with Lena. Jude was correct that they were not in trouble, rather all three were talking and laughing. It seemed like it might be difficult and perhaps unkind to convince Lena that the girls needed to go upstairs with him.

Brandon entered the kitchen and sort of stood there waiting to be noticed. He cleared his throat loudly after a few seconds. Lena looked up and saw him. "Hey B! Dinner will be ready in a bit. Do you need something?"

"Well…" Brandon tried to think of an excuse to get the girls to go back upstairs with him.

"Oh, Brandon, we were going to work together on our history assignment tonight, weren't we?" Callie interrupted. "Lena, is it okay if I go work with Brandon until dinner?"

Lena looked at Callie with some uncertainty and maybe a little disappointment, "Of course, Sweetheart. I can handle things from here. Go get your homework finished."

Callie went over and hugged Lena. "Thanks, Lena! We will do this again sometime soon!"

Lena genuinely smiled then as she kissed her daughter's head. "Of course we can do this again sometime. I love you, Cals!" Then she looked over at Mariana who was also seeming to edge out of the room. "You can go to, Miss Thing. I will call you guys when dinner is ready."

Mariana ran up the stairs with Brandon and Callie. All of them entered Brandon's room. Jude and Jesus were already on Brandon's bed. The girls sat on the floor and Brandon sat on his piano bench. "Okay, as you guys know, Mother's Day is next week. This is Callie and Jude's first Mother's Day here, but the rest of us have had a few. As children with two moms, this is a huge day for us. We need some ideas. Anyone have one?"

"I haven't really celebrated Mother's Day in years… Jude and I are just lucky to be here. Maybe it would help if you guys told us about some in the past?"

"Good point. I have celebrated every year with my mom, but I guess most of our tradition started on Lena's first Mother's Day. My mom met Lena when she was looking for a school for me to attend Kindergarten. After the divorce, they started dating. By Mother's Day, we had bought this house and moved in all together…..

Six year old Brandon finished up the card he had made for his mom. It was perfect, he decided. Then, he started thinking. He knew that Stef was his mother and Mike was his father. This only left Lena that he was unsure about. Ever since they moved in together, Lena was the one who read with him every night, played with him until his mom got home from work, and made him most meals. Recently, it was even Lena that convinced his mom to allow him to sleep in their room after he had a nightmare.

Lena had also brought him to school and walked him to his classroom every day. She was the one who kissed him good bye as he entered the room and the one who came back for him at the end of the day. Even the other kids in Brandon's class had ask him if Lena was his mother. Brandon always said no, but he noticed that when it was asked in front of Lena she always looked a little sad.

These thoughts brought him back to his present predicament. He had made a card for his mom and he knew that he would do something similar for his dad on Father's Day. Lena did not seem to have a day. Then, he noticed that his best friend, Aiden, had two cards.

So Brandon leaned in close to whisper to his friend, "Pst, Aiden, why do you have two papers?"

"I have two people to make cards for. I have my mama who lives with my dad and me and I see every day. I also have my first mom who grew me in her tummy. She lives far away, but my mama will help me mail her the card."

"You have a mom and a mama?" Brandon pondered aloud as his friend nodded. "And they are both mothers so they both get to celebrate Mother's Day?" Aiden nodded again. "But your mama isn't your first mom and it is okay…"

Brandon raised his hand high in the air to get his teacher's attention. She walked over to him quickly. "Do you need something, Brandon?"

"I need another piece of paper."

"Did you mess up on your card for your mom? We might be able to fix it without starting all the way over…"

"No, I need another piece of paper because I need to make two cards. This one is for my mom. Now, I need a piece of pink paper to make a card for my mama."

Brandon's teacher smiled at him. She had worked with Lena for several years and knew her current situation well. "Of course, Brandon, I am not sure why I didn't think of that. I know your mama would love to have a Mother's Day card from you."

"And she did love the card. Lena still has it in the scrapbook about our first year together. It is also how she got the name, Mama." Brandon finished simply.

Mariana and Jesus had heard that story before, but it was new to Callie and Jude. "So, should we make cards for them? Is that what you do every year?" Jude asked clearly confused.

"A card is a nice start most of us made cards every year when we were little, but so far every year has been different. The year before the twins Mom and Lena both took me shopping separately. I picked the same necklace for both of them. They were both surprised, but happy. That idea worked when I was seven… Now Moms say, or rather Lena says, they want our gifts to be from our hearts and not store bought. We are all older and that makes it harder."

"If you don't make cards every year anymore, what else have you tried?" Callie asked also a little confused about gifts from the heart.

"I remember our first Mother's Day!" Mariana spoke up to share. "We made cards at school and come up with the best way to give them to Moms. We all got up super early in the morning…."

The three kids crept quietly down the stairs. Brandon was eight and the self-appointed leader as the oldest. "Moms don't want either of you two touching the stove, so only I get to use it."

"Mama said none of us could touch it. How come you get to do it and we can't?" Jesus questioned crossing his arms across his chest. "Besides, I have used a stove before and I am good at it."

"Maybe no one has to use the stove?" Mariana spoke up quietly. "I don't want to get in trouble…"

"How can we made breakfast with a stove, Mariana?" Brandon questioned rolling his eyes. "Mama cooks pancakes, eggs, and bacon all on the stove. I get to use it because I am the biggest brother. You two can stir the pancakes."

Reluctantly, the twins agreed to this plan. All three kids had helped Lena make pancakes, but none had ever actually made pancakes before. They all agreed that pancakes had flour in them. Brandon remembered cracking eggs to put in the mixture he only had a few issues cracking one of the three eggs he put in. Jesus added some sugar and Mariana knew that Lena loved adding blue berries. The batter had too many dry ingredients so Brandon poured in some water.

"B, I am not sure this is going to work. I am stirring, but it doesn't feel like with Mama makes pancakes."

"Just keep stirring, Mari. I need to get the stove turned on and get out a pan." Brandon found a frying pan and put it on the already turned on stove. Jesus also thought the pancakes looked wrong, so while Brandon was busy, he added some orange juice and peanut butter. Mariana continued stirring even though she certainly knew the last two ingredients didn't seem right.

Brandon got the mixture and started pouring it into the pan. He noticed right away that it spread out a little faster than he was expecting. "The batter is too thin." He announced. "We need to add more flour."

Jesus grabbed the sugar container instead and poured more into the batter. Mariana put in a little more flour as Brandon suggested. Pretty soon they smelled something burning. Brandon could not make the spatula flip the pancake it is was stuck down to the bottom of the pan. He finally used a fork to pry it off the bottom. It chibbled into tiny pieces instead of staying as one pancake. Regardless, Brandon dumped it onto a plate.

Upon pouring the batter on for the next pancake, Brandon realized it was too thick. Instead of spreading out, the batter clumped. It was easier to flip, though, so Brandon decided it would probably be okay. These pancakes also looked funny, but they were soon finished and put onto the plates.

Next, Mariana got the bacon out of the freezer and Brandon put it in the pan to cook. He was unsure how long it should be there and he wanted to makes sure that it did not burn. After a few minutes he put it on the plates. Jesus got out the eggs and handed them to Brandon to crack into the pan. A little bit of shell got into the eggs, but Brandon figured that it wouldn't matter much (just as it hadn't with the pancakes). After the eggs cooked on one side, Brandon put them on the plate.

Jesus had become bored while Brandon was cooking and Mariana was decorating a tray to serve breakfast. His impulsivity got the better of him and soon he found that the flour on the floor made a slick spot. Soon, he was adding more floor to the kitchen floor and sliding all the way across on his feet. Then, he decided it would be more fun on his knees… By the time the food was done, he was covered in flour and the sack was empty.

Mariana carefully put the plates of food onto the tray with the cards. Brandon poured two cups of milk to add and set them down near the plates. Mariana picked up the tray to take to their mothers. On her second step, she slipped on the flour and the tray crashed down to the floor spilling the milk and food on the floor. She immediately started to cry.

"Mari, don't cry." Jesus said getting up to help his sister. "It's okay. We can fix it, right, Brandon? We can still give Mommy and Mama a nice breakfast.

Brandon did not see how they could fix it, but he nodded anyway. They were out of flour, so they could not make any more pancakes. Then he looked at it closer. "Our cards just need to be wiped off a little. They will be fine, I think. The pancakes still look okay to me. Let's just put them back on the plates. The bacon will also be okay. It is just the eggs and the cups of milk that need to be redone."

Indeed, the eggs that were not fully cooked had spattered on the floor. Mariana and Jesus picked up the pancakes and bacon and put them back onto the plates while Brandon half-cooked a few more eggs. Jesus picked up the cups and poured in more milk. He was feeling a little bad for causing the mess. Mariana carefully wiped the breakfast off of the cards and placed them carefully back on the tray. This time Brandon carried the tray and Mariana carried the milk.

Jesus knocked on the door when the trio got up the stairs and then barged in on the two sleeping women. As Brandon set the tray down in front of his moms the kids all yelled "Surprise! Happy Mother's Day!"

"But did they eat the food?" Callie questioned when the story was done.

"They both ate a little… Then they offered to share with us. When none of us wanted to try any, Mama said she would get up and make us a real breakfast. Of course, the kitchen was a disaster and we were out of flour and eggs. So, we all had cereal together instead." Mariana finished giggling a little.

"We had to spend the whole morning cleaning the kitchen. Then we got a lecture about not ever using the stove without one of them present." Jesus added also smiling about the memory.

"Did they like the cards?" Jude asked sort of getting into the stories.

"Yep. All the cards were placed in the scrapbook. Lena keeps all of those sort of things. Mom says it is to embarrass us when we are older." Brandon answered standing up.

Suddenly the kids heard Stef coming down the hallway knocking on doors to tell the kids that dinner was ready. Brandon opened his door and peered out. "Hey, B, have you seen everyone else? Mama sent me to tell you that dinner is ready, but I cannot find your brothers and sisters." Stef stuck her head in the doorway and saw the others. "What are all of you doing in here? Well, never mind, dinner is ready. Wash up and get downstairs."

Stef walked back down the stairs to her wife with an odd look on her face. "How many of our kids are in that history class together?"

"Just Brandon and Callie. Why do you ask?"

"I just found all five of them together in Brandon's room. Obviously plotting something." Lena raised her eyebrows at Stef. "I long for that Mother's Day when Brandon just made us cards or the second when we took him shopping. Maybe we could just take all of them somehow…"

Lena rolled her eyes and interrupted. "Stef, we agreed that we want whatever they do to come from their hearts, remember? Cleaning up from whatever they have plotted is just part of the festivity of the day. We always wind up getting to spend quality time with the people who made us mothers"

"I know, Love, I know." Their conversation drew to an end as all five kids made their way into the room to join their mothers for dinner.