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Hi! I know it's not actually mothers day, but I'm gonna be with my mommy on mother's day and won't have time to write. So, yeah! Hope you enjoy! ^^

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"Alright, you've got the plan under control?"

My son nodded. He was fourteen this year - finally old enough to at least be able to make a simple omelette - and would carry out their surprise mothers day plan on his own this year.

"Yeah, everything's under control," he said, yawning and running his hand through his black hair, the same colour as my own. "Just go do your thing."

I grinned and ruffled his already mussed hair, then turned and jogged up the stairs and to the bedroom I shared with my beautiful wife, Hermione Thomas. Yes, sixteen years ago I married Hermione Granger, and two years later she became the mother of our son, Marshall Thomas. And that's why today was her special day. Fourteen years of being a mother? That deserved a day of perfection.

To start, I did something I knew she loved. I climbed back into bed and pressed myself close to Hermione's small frame, holding her tightly and gently nuzzling her neck. She yawned and snuggled into my chest.

"Goodmorning, sweetie," she said quietly, sleep still coating her throat. She brought her had around to stroke my chin, her eyes still closed, her eyelashes gently caressing her cheeks. "Why aren't you at work?"

"I wanted to stay home today," I replied quietly, kissing the back of your neck. "I wanted to stay with you."

She smiled and turned around so she was facing him chest. Her eyes finally fluttered open and she reached up and kissed my chin. I tilted my head so she could reach my mouth. "What's the occasion?"

I was a bit shocked. "You mean you don't know what today is?"

Her eyebrows scrunched and she gave me a very confused look. "Is today something special?"

I grinned. That would make this even better. I pulled back and propped myself up on my elbows, smirking. "You don't know what day it is."

Hermione got up on one elbow, the same confused look on her face, thinking hard. "It's not my birthday...or yours...we weren't married in May, were we?"

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Nope."

"Ugh, I thought I figured it out," she said, frowning slightly as she glanced around the room. "Give me a hint?"

"Marshall," I replied, smiling.

"Don't be ridiculous, he was born in October," Hermione replied. "I would know, I gave birth to him."

I laughed again. "No, it's not his birthday, either."

"Then what day is it?" Hermione exclaimed, becoming slightly flustered.

I rolled my eyes and kissed her hard. And just a second later, Marshall swept into the room with Hermione's favourite breakfast - an omelette and hash-browns - a rose and a small box containing a necklace with all three of their birthstones inlaid in a little silver heart. Hermione teared up almost immediately.

"Happy mothers-day!" Marshall exclaimed with a grin, setting down her breakfast. "Did she guess, dad?"

"No, we were right," I replied. "She's so run-down she couldn't even remember her day."

Hermione was almost sobbing. "I love you guys!"

I laughed. Pregnant women were so hormonal.

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