A/N: Happy Mother's day, everyone! This is dedicated to all the great mom's out there…oh, and just a quick note: this was written before Mask of Miracles came out, so the Professor's mom in this chapter is pretty much what I had originally imagined her to be.
Anyway, enjoy!
"Luke! Flora! I need to speak with you!" Professor Layton's frantic voice awoke me. What could have the Professor going this early? I thought as I got out of bed.
"I swear, if I have to show him where the extra tea bags are because he thinks he's run out…" I grumbled as I shuffled to the living room where the Professor was pacing. "Ah! Luke, you're here."
Before I could remind him we lived together, he continued:
"I have urgent news…My mother is coming for dinner."
Flora who had been half asleep shot up. "Really? That's great! I don't think I've met your mother."
"Me either," I chorused, now interested in the conversation.
"Erm, there's a reason for that…For starters, my mother is a clean freak—"
"But I clean the house every weekend!" Flora protested.
"Yea! And I supervise!"
The Professor shifted uncomfortably, "Well…she's also demanding—"
"So is Flora."
"Hey!"
He sighed, "The point is…she's embarrassing."
I gasped. The great Hershel Layton was embarrassed of his mother? (This was definitely going in my diary….) "Wow, I didn't know you could get embarrassed, Professor!"
"Everyone gets embarrassed, my boy, even me…now, let's get to work!"
After the house was scrubbed (I supervised to make sure Flora didn't miss a single spot) and dinner was prepared (Connections with the owners of Royal Weekend, the best restaurant around saved us the horror of Flora's cooking), we were ready for the Professor's mother.
"Now, remember your manners, and if she asks about your mother… she's out of town."
I raised my eyebrows, "Professor…your mother thinks you're married?"
"My boy, there are some things a photo-shopped picture of Anne Hathaway can fix, but lying is the only way to make people believe it."
Suddenly, the doorbell range. Adjusting his top hat, the professor opened the door. Standing outside was a plump woman beaming through a red lipstick smile, green eyes gleaming behind bright purple glasses that matched her skirt and blouse ensemble. "HERSHEY!" she screeched, running up to her son and hugging him.
Immediately after being called Hershey, the Professor's face turned red. "H-hello, mother. It's good to see you."
"I haven't seen you in years, you look great…and what's this, grandchildren?" She turned and advanced towards Flora and I. Stopping in front of me, she pinched my cheeks hard, cooing, "What a handsome boy, just like your father! What's your name, sonny?"
"M-my name?" I asked, wincing at her pinches, "Luke."
"And I'm Flora, ma'am!" Flora said, smiling.
" 'Ma'am'? No, none of that now. Call me Grandma Rosie."
"Alright," I smiled, "Nice to meet you, Grandma Rosie."
"Yes, introductions are grand… who's hungry?" Professor Layton asked anxiously, pushing us all into the kitchen.
"Why so nervous, dad?" Flora asked, smirking. She had been cast as his daughter, and that was exactly who she was going to play.
He scowled and replied, "Sweetie, I'm not nervous…I'm…Just eat!"
After a fun dinner, one in which only Flora, Grandma Rosie and I talked during, it was finally time to say goodbye.
"Now, you children behave yourself…wouldn't want to tire out your mentor, would you?"
The Professor's mouth dropped open. "H-how…What…"
"Son, some things a mother just knows without being told…that, and the fact Luke accidentally called you Professor at one point…and you've probably never met Anne Hathaway." Patting his cheek and blowing us a kiss, she left, the Professor still standing, baffled by his mother's knowledge.
I smiled, Grandma Rosie was pretty cool, and I couldn't wait to see her again…even if she did embarrass her son…and besides, that's what a mom's for.
A/N: Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed! Remember, if you have an idea, I wanna know, so tell me! If not, review and let me know you've read and enjoyed, see you next chapter! ^^
~Lizz