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Of Breakfast, Flowers, and Cards
She has accused her husband of trying to spoil her. How he serves her breakfast in bed. Returns home from work with her favorite flowers. He wakes her with butterfly kisses against her hair and face until she drowsily rolls over for a proper kiss.
To which he always grinned, eyes twinkling. "Don't say I never do anything for you."
This morning is apparently another one of those days she muses, the breakfast tray resting on her lap, the fragrance of fresh flowers in the air.
The card is new, though. A corner peeks out from under the placemat and Frankie carefully pulls it free. Her heart suddenly leaps to her throat. A well-known handwriting is scrawled on the envelope. It does not say "Franks" as she expects, but has a different name. She is in tears when she finishes reading the card.
Arms wrap around her. "Happy Mother's Day," Ed whispers lovingly, his hands sprawling gently over her round stomach.
Frankie smiles at him. "Happy Mother's Day."
THE END