"Happy Mothers Day, Mom!" Kagome giggled as a nine year old Kei and a seven year old Kasumi all but climbed over one another to get to onto the bed with her. A tray of pancakes was held firmly between them—likely because both wanted to carry it—and she almost thought they were going to tip it when they all but dropped it proudly into her lap. Once it was down, Sesshomaru paced from the doorway and put a glass of orange juice on it and she gave him a grateful smile; all too thankful that he hadn't let the little ones carry it.
"All this for me?" She asked, listening to her two eldest chime a cheer of confirmation before both started babbling about what they'd made of the celebration. They talked faster and faster, louder and louder, each wanting to be heard over the other until Kagome's hands rose up in a halting gesture.
"Alright, alright, I can't hear both of you when you talk at the same time." Both children were quiet for a moment as if trying to figure out how to decide who got to speak first; unfortunately neither of them got the chance because their father was the next to speak.
"Why don't we let Mom eat in peace?" Both children looked ready to complain but one stern look from Sesshomaru was enough to silence it. They each gave Kagome a kiss and climbed from the bed; leaving the room in short order. Then it as only Seishiro who was left.
The five year old quietly toddled his way to the bed, clutching a bouquet that he'd obviously picked in his little hands.
"Momma?" When his mother's blue eyes turned on him, she was offered the bouquet with a shy look that said he hoped she liked it. Not a word was said as Kagome gently moved the tray of breakfast onto another portion of the bed and pushed the covers back. The flowers were taken and as soon as they were she scooped up her youngest son.
"They're beautiful, Seishiro, thank you" The little boy gave the barest of smiles, so much resembling his father before she wrapped him up in a tight hug. He hugged her back and they stayed like that for a moment before she pulled him back and planted a motherly kiss to his forehead.
"Alright, I'll keep these, why don't you go see your father and get some breakfast." With a quiet nod and that same barely there smile, the little boy hurried off to join his siblings. And when he returned to her later that day, she had one flower in her hair and the rest in a vase on her window sill.