Title: So Weary
Word Count: 305
Rating: G
Summary: She hates that she's turned into this kind of mother, one who drags he crying and whining children out and disturbs everyone around her because she's so desperate for something other than workhomeworkhomeworkhome for once.
Disclaimer: Paul Scheuring and a whole lot of other people who aren't me own Prison Break.

A/N: Second part of a series of pointless, semi-fluffy childhood drabbles/short ficlets.

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She can see the people around her getting aggravated, sees how the waiter grinds his teeth every time he comes over to their table, and hates that she's turned into this kind of mother, one who drags he crying and whining children out and disturbs everyone around her because she's so desperate for something other than workhomeworkhomeworkhome for once.

Michael is wailing and screeching, tears running down his cheeks and tiny fists flying through the air. She can't figure out what's wrong with him, and Lincoln's whining about the heat in the restaurant and about not having any crayons to draw with and he's climbing underneath the table, and she's just about lost her patience (and she thinks maybe her mind).

She looks down at Lincoln peeking out from beneath the table and sighs, and he's only five, he can't possibly understand, but his mouth shuts suddenly, mid-complaint, and he clambers back up into his chair looking almost guilty.

She turns to call the waiter over to ask for their check so that they can just leave quickly, and when she turns back to her children, Lincoln is sticking his tongue out at Michael.

Michael continues to cry, and Lincoln tries to touch his tongue to his own nose.

Tears spill down his face, but Michael is a bit quieter now, and Lincoln rolls his eyes into the back of his head.

Michael's cries fade away into mild whimpers as he watches his brother, gone almost as quickly as they'd begun. Lincoln pulls his ears out and puffs his cheeks, and Michael laughs at him happily.

She laughs softly along with them.

You have lovely children someone tells her as they leave the restaurant an hour later, Michael asleep on her arm and Lincoln trundling along quietly beside her, and for the moment she agrees.