(HAPPY MOTHERS DAY! I wish i could've made this centric around Mrs. Saitō a little more for the occasion, but whatever)

I do not own Doki Doki Literature Club or any of the characters portrayed in this story.

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"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

The screaming voice, which I quickly recognize as belonging to Mrs. Saitō, jolts me from my sleep and I quickly sit upright in bed. I look at the woman, who is in the doorway of the bedroom. Oh yeah, I'm at Sayori's house, aren't I?

"CAN'T I TRUST YOU TWO FOR ONE NIGHT WITHOUT SECURITY CAMERAS?!" She screams, waving her arms around.

"What's going on?" I ask groggily, still dazed by the sudden awakening.

"Five more minutes," I hear a soft voice mutter from right in front of me.

"You have separate rooms for a reason! I don't like this one bit, you two, and I'm going to make you regret...!"

While Mrs. Saitō shouts about appropriateness and such, I look down to see Sayori, on the floor and leaning against the bed with her eyes closed. Her arm is reaching up onto the bed, where she's holding my hand. I didn't even notice she had my hand until now.

"... So, what do you have to say for yourselves?!" Mrs. Saitō finishes, putting her hands on her hips.

"I don't really know what's happening," I mutter, scratching my head with my free hand before turning to my girlfriend. "Sayori, why are you in here?"

"Five minutes..." She mumbles again, squeezing my hand gently.

"Wake up," I say a little louder, tugging at her hand.

"Mm, what's it goin'?" Sayori yawns, stretching her arms before looking up at me. "Oh, morning Anon."

"Young lady," Mrs. Saitō says sternly, tapping her foot on the floor, "why aren't you in your own room?"

"Mmh?" Sayori turns toward her mom, rubbing her eyes. "Oh, I uh... I had a nightmare, and I came to sleep in here..."

"A... nightmare?" Mrs. Saitō gasps, before running over and embracing Sayori. "My poor baby girl! Are you okay? What was it about? It's okay, it's okay! It's just a dream, it's all better now!"

It will never cease to amaze me how quickly Mrs. Saitō can switch her attitude.

"Jeez, Mom," Sayori sighs, leaning away from her mother. "I'm fine, I–"

At that moment, we're all shocked when the alarm clock starts ringing loudly. I quickly reach over and shut it off, before returning to the conversation.

"I guess we should get ready," I say, starting to get out of bed.

"Oh, what do you want for breakfast, Anon?" Sayori asks brightly, suddenly jumping up.

"Well, I don't know," I say, rubbing my tired face. "What do you have right now?"

"Umm... Mom, what do we have for breakfast?"

"We have eggs, or pancakes, or breakfast cereal," Mrs. Saitō ponders. "We also have bacon."

"Do we have sliced bread?"

"Yes, we do."

"Hey Anon, how about eggs and toast?"

"Didn't you say that you had that about a week ago?" I ask, struggling to remember where we had that conversation.

"Eh? Maybe... You remember that?"

"Yeah... I think it was Wednesday?"

"Ehehe~ you're silly, Anon!"

"I'm going to get breakfast ready for you two," Mrs. Saitō says. "You just get ready."

"Oh, thanks a bunch, Mom!" Sayori exclaims, vehemently nodding her head. She turns to me. "You can take a shower before me, Anon."

"Oh, okay," I say, still a little groggy.

Sayori lets go of my hand, which she has been holding this whole time, and walks out of the guest room–now my room, I suppose. I grab my school uniform before heading to the shower. The shower in Sayori's bathroom is already stocked with my body wash and shampoo since I moved in, so I quickly get my shower done with. I put my clothes on and exit the bathroom, and Sayori goes in past me, leaning up and pecking me on the cheek as she passes. I double check my school things, and make my way into the kitchen, where Mrs. Saitō is preparing fried eggs and bacon.

"Mm... That smells really good," I say as I walk into the room.

"Oh, good morning Anon," Mrs. Saitō says, only looking up for a second before returning to the eggs in the pan. "These will be ready in a few minutes."

"Ah... Thanks for getting breakfast ready."

"Oh, don't worry about that. If you'll be living here, then I should give you the same treatment as Sayori. Oh, do you mind putting four pieces of bread in that toaster?" She gestures to some sliced bread set next to a toaster on the counter.

"Oh, yeah, sure." I move over and unravel the twisted opening of the bread bag, and take out four slices, which I slide into the slots of the toaster. "What level is good for these?"

"About four and a half," Mrs. Saitō says.

I lower the bread slices with a push of the lever. Aside from the sizzling of the eggs and bacon, the room falls into an uncomfortable silence. We stand there for a few moments, but eventually Mrs. Saitō breaks the still air.

"So, about earlier... I'm... sorry, for startling you awake."

"No, don't be," I say, waving my hand at her. "I think you did what was right in the moment."

"Well, I was thinking, and... If Sayori really... really needs it... then, is it right for me to stop you two from sleeping together?"

"N-No, we shouldn't be– I mean, this is your house, so we shouldn't do that. I'll talk with her about it."

"Well I know that's easy enough for you, but for her... Dr. Sakarai said that it's dangerous to keep you seperated, and I don't want to hurt her."

"But we're dating, so we really shouldn't–"

"You're both 18. I should... trust you more. So, I decided against the security cameras."

Mrs. Saitō scoops up the eggs and lays them on a couple of plates on the counter, just as the toast jumps up from the toaster.

"Well, I really..." I trail off momentarily, processing what she just said. "I guess I didn't expect you to say that, but I... appreciate it."

"Do you want jam with your toast?"

"Um, yes, thank you." I listen for a moment, and hear that the water from Sayori's shower has stopped. "I'll go tell Sayori that breakfast is ready."

"Oh, thanks dear."

I make my way towards the bathroom, thinking about everything. I'm really lucky that Sayori's mother is the way that she is. Even though it feels like so much has happened, it's really only been four days since Sayori and I started dating. Thinking about it that way, our relationship has been moving along pretty fast, hasn't it? I admit that I don't know too much about romance, but it seems that way. Then again, we've known each other since we were in kindergarten, so maybe that's why. Either way, I'm happy for it. Happier than I've ever been, even. That seems odd to say though, considering how emotionally taxing the last few days have been. I reach the door to the bathroom and knock.

"Hey, Sayori?" I call. "Breakfasts ready!"

"Just a few seconds!" I hear her call back, followed by rustling and movement from in the restroom.

I'm about to turn to go back to the kitchen when Sayori throws open the door, wearing her school uniform and bow. She quickly makes her way to me and hugs me, pressing her damp head of hair to my cheek and humming.

"Hungry?" I ask, returning her embrace and leaning my head against hers.

"Yeah," she says, sliding her arms from my back to hold my hands. "Let's go eat now."

We make our way to the kitchen, where our plates have been filled with eggs, bacon and toast, and sit at the table to eat. As we do, Sayori apologizes to her mother for going to sleep with me. Mrs. Saitō explains to her what she already said to me (along with the fact that she also prepared a box lunch for each of us), and Sayori ends up jumping from her chair and hugging her mom and shouting about what an amazing mother she is.

We quickly finish the very delicious breakfast, and start walking to school right on time. Mrs. Saitō's car passes us as she heads for her work (she works as a waitress at a restaurant, I think), and we wave at her.

"I'm so glad," Sayori suddenly says. "Anon, I'm so glad for everything that's been happening. It's like the world is just perfectly aligning for me, but..."

The tone that Sayori takes as she says that is off-putting. Almost somber, despite the happy phrasing.

"But...?" I hesitantly urge her on.

"The psychologist said to be more open with you, so..." She trails off and looks away for a second before turning back to me and hugging me tightly, stopping our walking pace. "I felt like I understood. Right after he talked with me, I felt so happy because I saw everything as it was. But, now I'm not sure anymore. Even though you're here, it feels like I'm lost again."

"I... I know, Sayori," I sigh, putting my arms over her shoulders. "It'll be a while before it's better. That's why you're going to take medication. We can't force the recovery process, no matter how much we want to."

"B-But, you and Mom are doing so much for me, and–"

"We do that because we love you. We'd feel worse if we did nothing, you know that."

"I... I know..." Sayori backs away from me for a moment, smiling, before she reaches up and pulls me into a kiss. She lets me go, giggling, "You're the best Anon!"

"N-No, you're the best," I say as she takes my hand again and pulls me along towards the school. "How's your arm doing, by the way?"

"Oh, it's better now." Sayori pulls up her sleeve to reveal the scabbed cut, which isn't bandaged anymore. "I think it'll scar, though."

I grab her arm and gently caress her wound with my thumb. "Does it hurt?"

"No, not really. It's a bit sensitive, though."

I retract my hand and Sayori lowers her sleeve, and we make our way onto the main street leading to the school. As we walk I notice one or two classmates of mine looking at us holding hands, and I'm suddenly dreading the day full of teasing that I'll likely have to put up with. As we walk up the steps of the school, I suddenly realize something.

"Hey Sayori, do you want to have lunch together today?" I ask.

"Huh?" Sayori looks up at me as if she had just realized it too. "Oh, yeah! Where should we meet?"

"Hm... How about by the bathrooms?"

"Alright, that sounds good to me! Wait, I'll need to tell my regular lunch group first."

"I will too, so we should just meet after talking to our groups, alright?"

"Yeah, mhm!"

The first bell rings, signaling students to make their way to class.

"Well, I'll see you at lunch babe," I whisper down to Sayori as we hug each other.

"Ehehe~ Alright babe. Love you!"

"I love you too."

We let each other go, and Sayori waves and smiles at me through her flushed cheeks as she quickly moves to her classroom. I turn and start walking to my own classroom, but I don't get very far before I feel a hand come down on my shoulder.

"Hey Anon," I hear the recognizable voice of Haroki, who sits next to me in class. "How're things going between you and Sayori, huh?"

This is going to be a long day.

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(Notes: Alright, my thoughts are a bit scattered at the moment, but I feel like I fit a good amount into this chapter, and I'm happy with the pacing. I had actually planned to keep the security cameras, but once I got to the talk about that, I looked at the character I made for Mrs. Saitō, and I honestly feel like this was in character for her. Happy mother's day again for those reading it today, by the way! As always, feedback and input are greatly appreciated, and I'll see you guys in the next chapter!)