Nos-4-a2 quietly opened the door, Fletcher on one arm and a bouquet in the other, peering into the dark bedroom. Two was still asleep.
Fletcher slipped from his father's grasp, flicking his wings out and flapping toward the bed.
"Fletcher, Fletcher, wait!" Nos whispered. "Go to that window. I'll open the curtains on this side, okay?"
The probeling nodded vigorously, landing at the window and clinging to the thick, red fabric. Nos took the curtain on his side and gave Fletcher a thumbs up, signaling him to heave with all his might.
The room burst into light with a cry of "Happy Mothers' Day!"
Two booted up with a gasp as Fletcher flopped across her.
"Oh, Fletcher," she blinked unevenly as the others laughed, "good morning!"
"Morning Momma! We picked you flowers!"
"Oh my gosh! What a wonderful surprise," Two purred, bunching her arms around Fletcher and scratching the gap between his wings.
Nos presented the bundle of variegated roses, bending down to kiss her forehead. "I know this doesn't hold a candle to your arrangements, but Fletcher helped me find the best ones in the garden."
"No, Nossy, they're gorgeous! Come here," Two held her arm out. Nos set the bouquet on the bedside table before landing in bed, pulling her and Fletcher close.
"You guys," Two beamed, practically buried by her family, "Thank you so much! This is already the best Mothers' Day ever."