This is for the drabble prompt Jean as a mother. Celebrating Jeanuary 2020
"Mum, I don't want to go!" Jack kicks his bare feet in the air as his mother tries to hold them still.
"You. Are. Going." Jean manages to slip the socks on but the shoes prove to be more difficult.
"You don't make daddy go."
"You are my son not your father. And I am saying you are going to mass with your brother and I." She stands, wiping the sweat from her brow, "not another word."
Jean is in the kitchen packing lunch when her sullen son walks in. He leans against his father, looking for an ally in his quest to skip Sunday mass. Jack catches sight of his mother's tin of fresh biscuits, and meat pies in the picnic basket.
"What are you doing with all that food?"
"It's a beautiful day. I thought after church we should have a picnic."
Christopher looks to the counter, "any left for me?"
"No. If the Beazley men want my pies and biscuits they need to go to church." She states, leaving no room for argument.
Jack can feel his father squirm under his mother's gaze.
"Right. I best get changed son. We don't want to miss your mum's cooking."