Being a Mother was not without burden and sacrifice. Pyrrha was no exception to the rule. Yes, being a Mother took a toll. Pyrrha had stretch marks from pregnancy that hadn't faded no matter how much training she'd done since giving birth. She never stood a chance at fitting in jeans she wore before falling pregnant, widened Mothering hips had foiled that plan.

For the first year or two she had permanent bags under her eyes, She'd even had one or two lovely mental breakdowns whilst holding a baby that had been crying endlessly for hours! Fun!

So yes, being a Mother was rewarding and wonderful, but it was also a real punch in the gut. You know the sort. The real wind-up and knock your lunch up all over the pavement sort of punch!

And nothing proved it more than right now. Pyrrha had managed to steal a moment away to herself from her four year old daughter, in the form of needing to use the bathroom. Leaving waddling Ori to play with her toy trucks in the living room, she headed down the hall as quiet as possible.

Yes, having to use years of stealth training just to take a potty break, carefully stepping around their dozing Mistrali Shepard dog, Luna in the hall. Oh the life of a Mother. Stealth in her own damned home?!

She shut the bathroom door slowly, quietly. Then she sighed, nice and long, an exhale that mellowed her very soul. Then she unbuttoned her jeans and sat herself down on the toilet. She found her favourite magazine on Weapons, gazing longingly at that spear-sniper-combo upgrade she'd wanted for months. Jaune was never the best at taking hints. Take trying for a baby for example. In the end it wasn't more blatant than her planting her freshly shaved legs either side of his hips, staring down and growling "Baby making time."

So she sat and did her business in peace and quiet, until.

"Mommy?!"

Pyrrha sighed, magazine dropping on her knees. Great.

"Mommy's busy right now, sweetie!" She hollered.

Soon clumsy footsteps from a small human found their way to the door, along with the sounds of a large disturbed dog jingling his collar as he stood. Now there were toddler shoes and clawed paws moving on the wooden flooring, shadows stood outside the bathroom.

"Mommy?!"

Pyrrha scoffed, throwing her head back to eye the ceiling.

"Mommy's busy, honey! She'll be out... in literally five minutes!" Pyrrha said in her calm yet strained voice, as if her four year old would really understand. Now there was scratching on the door, and damn it all it wasn't the dog. The handle jiggled. Damn, this kid was like a Velociraptor. Clever girl. Pyrrha shut her magazine, wishing to god she'd locked the damn door when it opened.

In waddled her dungaree wearing daughter, toy truck in hand. Luna the Auburn coloured doggo simply sat in the doorway, head cocked to the side curiously.

Pyrrha shook her head, scoffing as her daughter paced around the tiny bathroom. "Can Mommy not doodoo in peace?"

"Mommy, look!" Oriana held up her toy truck to her Mother, Pyrrha taking it in her hands. "Play!"

"Mommy will play, but can she... maybe, just maybe... finish her business in privacy?" Pyrrha tilted her head.

Ori simply stared at her. Pyrrha sighed. That was a firm no. Luna agreed as he decided to pace into the bathroom, rubbing his face over Pyrrha's shoulder, seeking affection. Now?! Now of all times, let's all gather round Pyrrha on the throne!

Pyrrha had to laugh incredulously as she sat on the toilet with her dog whining and wanting ear rubs, and her daughter digging through Pyrrha's personal drawers because apparently Tampons were fantastic toy mice.

Then to top it all off, Her scroll rang loudly in the bunched up pocket of her jeans. Pyrrha had to laugh at the ceiling, because wow, wow wow WOW! Nothing all day, and suddenly it's Piccadilly circus in here.

She bent forward enough to grab the scroll, which was also enough for Luna to assume it was play time, licking her face on the way over and back up. She literally just wanted to use the bathroom, remember that. Remember that was how this all started. She answered the scroll to her husband.

"Hey babe! How's it going?"

Pyrrha scoffed. "How's it going? Well, I am currently sat on the toilet, with my jeans around my ankles, our toddler spinning my toiletries around, our dog licking my face and now you calling me. So I think it's a full house!"

"That bad huh?" Jaune's cringe was audible. Pyrrha shrugged.

"Yep. I forgot to say goodbye to privacy before we had Ori, didn't I?"

"Lil bit." Jaune chuckled. "I'll be home soon, kay? Then I'll take Luna for a walk an-

"Oh no! I'm taking Luna for a walk, you're watching our daughter! Who- Ori! Oriana no, put that down sweetie. Jaune I've got to go honey."

"Well yeah, that's why you're in the bathroom!" His grin was annoyingly audible. Pyrrha frowned at the scroll and that was definitely audible.

"Wuv you!" Jaune giggled.

"Love you too." She grumbled, hanging up and sighing. "So I'm guessing Mommy can't go to the bathroom in peace, huh?"

Ori and Luna shared a look, then looked back at Pyrrha innocently. Then Ori went back to swinging Pyrrha's personal toiletries like a damned flail. Pyrrha rolled her eyes and dropped her head in her hands.

Ahhh being a Mother, huh?