AN: So here's one for everyone's favorite BAMF of a mom. Happy Mother's Day!~
"Danny, get the lead out, you're going to be late!"
"I'm going, I'm going! Jeez Jazz, why don't you give me some credit, I'm not seven anymore!"
"Could've fooled me..."
"What was that?!"
"Nothing, nothing!"
Ah, nothing like the morning rush to wake up an entire household. Maddie sipped her coffee and watched as her children bickered while they rushed about, both scrambling for last minute assignments and a quick breakfast. Her brilliant daughter off to the local community college(they still couldn't fathom why she refused all of the offers to prestigious universities to stick close to home. Harvard and Yale had been her dream; it had been more than obvious that she couldn't wait to leave for a place where she wasn't automatically known as the kooky ghost-hunters' daughter), her son headed to Casper High with his friends, hurriedly finishing the English worksheet he'd forgotten the night before.
It was this clamor and chaos that gave Maddie a sense of peace, ironic as it was. It was proof that her family, while all still caught up in their own thoughts and interests, was capable of acting just as any other. Her children squabbling like any other siblings, her husband finishing his breakfast while looking over the paper and mail. She never minded their...odd occupation as ghost hunters, not in the least, but she sometimes worried about how it affected her children. How Jazz rolled her eyes and huffed at their enthusiasm over new inventions, how Danny was still occasionally bullied for his relation to the town wack-jobs, and how it seemed to cause him to skip classes quite a bit.
But in the morning, when Jazz gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and Danny tried to duck a muss of the hair from his father as he ran out the door, Maddie could pretend that the world was at peace, at least for a little while.
Hope you enjoyed!