Happy Mother's Day!
I hear you all, and yes, it is harder to pick sides now. This is a messy situation, and like most in real life, there is no right answer.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.
Douglas struggled to maintain his composure as he drove. The dead silence gave him no distraction from his thoughts for the most of two hours. He had tried to make small talk, but no one would take the bait.
Adam sat shotgun next to him, the other two sitting in the back. None of the kids dared to utter a sound. Douglas had tried to persuaded them not to go, but they all ultimately agreed this was something they needed to do.
Douglas pulled into the parking lot and took his keys from the car. They all sat there for a moment, all hesitant to get out.
Bree took a deep breath and opened the car door, taking a step on the grounds of Maple Grove Cemetery.
Douglas got out of the drivers seat. He silently lead his three children down the pathway to a spot he knew very well. In his head, Douglas cursed. He cursed everything out of sadness and frustration, even the weather. Why did it have to be such a sunny, beautiful day? But this is the type of day Hope would have loved. She should be here enjoying it with the kids.
When they reached Hope's grave, the four Davenports circled around it.
And even though he tried not, Douglas slipped back into his thoughts.
~Memory Flashback~
" 's done!" little two year old Adam cheered. He carefully placed the peanut butter toast on the tray.
Douglas grinned. "Your mother is going to love it Adam. Should we take her her breakfast?" he asked.
"Yeah!" Adam nodded. Douglas carried the tray into the master bedroom, young Adam and Bree following behind him, presents in hand.
Hope was sitting up in bed, holding baby Chase in her arms. She looked up when the door opened. Hope smiled when she saw the rest of her family come in.
"Happy Mother's Day!"
Hope grinned as Adam and Bree sat down on each side of her.
"Mommy, I made you breakfast all by myself!" Adam exclaimed. He pointed to the tray Douglas had given her, stalked with peanut butter toast, uneven banana slices, and a juice pouch.
Hope kissed Adam on the forehead. "I am so impressed! You did an amazing job Ady,"
Adam couldn't contain his smile, showing off his cute little dimples. "Here Mommy, I made drew you a picture!" Adam handed her a hand drawn crayon picture of their family of five.
"I love it Adam,"
"And I also got you some flowers from outside!" Adam added, handing her a bunch of dandelions.
Bree interrupted her brother's praise and handed her mother a folded piece of paper. "I maked it," she grinned.
Hope opened it up. "Aw, my little Bree-bear, thank you for this beautiful mother's day card,"
"Welcomes," Bree giggled as she was tickled by her mother.
Hope smiled at all of them. "I love you guys so much," she whispered. Although she was happy, she knew this would be the last mother's day they would all have together.
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~Present Day~
"Happy Mother's Day," Bree said aloud, finally breaking the silence.
Douglas stepped back, allowing his kids to say what they needed.
"I love you," Bree whispered, kneeling down in front of the stone. She quickly kiseed the ground before rushing off back towards the car.
Chase stepped up next. "Thanks, for what you did," he said before running after his sister.
The two of them got in the car, unable to handle being there any longer.
"Adam, are you okay?" Douglas asked, looking at his son,
Adam stood there for another moment, reading the gravestone as if it were the most important piece of writing in existence. Hope Collins Davenport. Mother, Wife, Friend.
Adam turned and walked a few feet behind the grave. He knelt down and plucked as many dandelions as his hands could hold, and then carefully place them in front of her resting place.
"Happy Mother's day Mom, I love you," he said, before walking back to his father. Douglas put his arm around Adam as they headed back towards the car in silence.
Douglas got back in the drivers seat and started the car. After driving in silence for a few miles, he cracked. "This is ridiculous. Your mother didn't do what she did just for you kids to live like zombies. She would want us to look back on her fondly, not like a depressing hallmark movie,"
"I don't even know what to say," Bree mumbled.
"Neither do I," Chase added. "I don't remember a single thing about her,"
"I do," Adam piped up. "I remember when Bree lost her bear, and got so freaked out, she wanted Mom to take her to the zoo in case he went there, when the whole time, the bear was left in her suit case,"
Bree couldn't stop herself from laughing.
"I remember, she actually called the zoo staff and had an intern tell you that there were no new bear sightings," Douglas laughed.
"Can we go look again?" Bree asked.
"Sure," Douglas laughed. "Next Saturday we can go,"
Chase looked down at his phone, a new text message.
From: Donald.
Need to talk to you. Soon.
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