They thought they were surprising her. They really did, poor things. As if the "you just sleep in today, babe" wasn't give away enough, the banging of pans and sizzling of bacon could be heard all the way up the stairs. Not to mention, she could smell it.
But it was the banging, truly, that kept her from really sleeping in. What did you expect when you had a two year old helping you make breakfast?
She enjoyed it, though, just lying in bed, listening to the banging, her daughter shouting "pop!" whenever Damon would crack an egg, and her husband responding with a "shh, don't wake mommy!" that she could always hear.
Emily must have drifted back to sleep because when she awoke again, it was to the sound of their bedroom door being opened. Her husband was standing in the doorway, Sophia in one arm and Emily's breakfast in the other. He put down their daughter. She was wearing one of his shirts, and it easily went down to her ankles.
"Well don't just stand there!" Emily sat up in bed, and her daughter came running over, hopping up and collapsing into her mother's arms.
"Just like we practiced, Sophia." Damon started towards the bed.
Sophia looked up at her mother through her dark curls. "Happy Mother's Day."
Emily kissed her baby's head. "Thank you very much."
Damon put the tray of food on the bedside table and leaned down to kiss his wife. "Happy Mother's Day."