A/N: Well hello again! Long time no see! (Sorry about that by the way- I fear I am losing motivation for this story- EGADS!) This chapter seems a bit.. off to me. I don't know why. Otherwise, I like it :) One of my favorite things to do is take a word and bring it in a new direction, something unexpected (sad word=happy story, happy word= sad story, defying sterotypes etc.) So this is a chapter like that. I hope everyone likes it better than I do! :D

P.S. Did anyone else notice the correlation between today's WOD and the date? Happy Mother's day everyone! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Psych

Rating: K

Materfamilias

The mother of a family.

Shawn rolled over to look at his beeping alarm clock. He groaned- it was much too early to get up. However, waking up at five o'clock was a fair option compared to the consequences if he didn't (consequences being his kids jumping on the bed until they woke up).

Shawn walked into the kitchen groggily, and Juliet was already there, washing her breakfast dishes.

"Good morning, Shawn," Juliet smiled as she greeted him, rushing. "I have to get down to the station, you know Carlton... he'll shoot me if I'm late." She hastily put her hair up, glancing at her half-asleep husband. "Shawn? Are you going to be okay today with the kids?"

Shawn glanced up, slightly more awake. "Yeah, of course." He stood up and walked over to Juliet, who was putting on a jacket. "Have a good day, Jules." Shawn smiled as Juliet leaned forward for a kiss.

The rest of the day flew by in a blur of chaos for Shawn. He was constantly busy with his children, but he couldn't deny that it was fun.

Shawn was in the middle of working his way through a coloring book with his daughter when the doorbell rang. On the way to the door, he checked on the casserole in the oven.

When the front door swung open, Shawn saw Gus standing there and the two friends spent the next hour goofing off and acting like 7 year olds.

"You know what's funny, buddy?" Gus said sometime later, watching Shawn get up to check the food. "If you think about it, you're sort of the mom of this family." He rolled his eyes at Shawn's reaction, which was to slam the casserole dish down on the counter, indignant.

"How so? What proof do you have?"

In answer, Gus merely pointed to the flowery apron Shawn was wearing, which read "Kiss the Cook".

Shawn cracked a smile. "Well, Gus, I suppose you have a point."

Gus grinned in return. "You know that's right."