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It was a normal Sunday for Clotted Cream Cookie.
He laid in his bed for a few moments after he’d woken up, more than happy to start the day. The bright yellow walls of his room greeted him with their warm and cheerful colour, as the sun beamed through the loose blinds by the window. Clotted Cream takes note of this, concluding that no one had tightened the end strings of them to the hooks.
His analogue clock at the wall read 9:48 a.m as he got up to decide to fully secure the blinds in place. He stretches after sitting up from his bed, only to look down at his dearest wife next to him in the wide bed. Sure, Financier’s long hair was in a mess and all over the place and she was taking up much more space than Clotted Cream was, but he didn’t bother. She’d come home the previous day extremely worn out from her voluntary tasks at the Sanctum, and at the Paladin Academy. There was only so much a cookie could take. And yet here she was, somehow making it through it all. Financier really was the strongest cookie Clotted Cream knew, even though Financier continuously insists otherwise on account of her much too humble nature.
Clotted Cream heaved an endearing sigh at the sight of such beauty. The least he could do at that moment was do her a favour and tie the blinds by their hooks to properly block out the glaring rays of the bright Republican sun. Even though that was all he could do at that moment, he’d actually already planned out a whole day to spend with Financier. He’d even asked his mother for her opinions, just to make sure he could make it all a good day of rest for his dear lover. To make it even better, Clotted Cream went as far to even plan according to whether she would prefer to stay in or go out that day. All to let her get the most out of one of the only days she could get some relaxation.
Clotted Cream creeped away from the window to outside of his room as quietly as possible, shutting the door to ensure he doesn’t wake Financier up.
As soon as he gets out of the room, he heads for the kitchen, where he plans to cook Financier a nice breakfast. He’s done so for the longest time since he was married to her, considering the fact that Financier isn’t very proficient in cooking and that he’d dare not burden his mother. But when he stood at the entrance, his mother had already finished cooking, it seemed. A breakfast of fluffy omurice fit for three was already prepared.
“Clotted Cream! My dear, help me bring the food to the table, will you?” Light Cream smiled as her son appeared in the doorway of the kitchen.
“Mother, good morning! I didn’t expect you would cook today, I thought I was going to do it,” Clotted Cream greeted, planting a familial kiss on his mother’s forehead. It was a blessing she wasn’t nearly as tall as Financier was.
“Don’t be silly, Clotted Cream. Where’s the harm in letting me do the cooking once in a while? Besides, I know Financier just loves the omurice the way I taught you to make it, so why not try the professional’s variation?” His mother lightly giggled at her joke, passing Clotted Cream two plates of the food.
Clotted Cream hesitates for a moment, before putting the plates into the oven instead.
“Why don’t I put our rice in the oven first? Financier is still asleep, and I wanted to eat with her when she wakes up. You can go ahead first, Mama,” Clotted Cream suggests, as he places a hand on Light Cream’s back.
Clotted Cream had gotten used to using more than one variation of the words for mother since they reunited. As if to make up for the lost time when he was a kid, he could experiment with as many names he’d like.
Light Cream nods, heading for the dining area of their house, right under the staircase of the home. Clotted Cream follows, simply to accompany his dear mother. After he moved in, Clotted Cream takes any time of his day to be with his mother as much as he can, to lighten the emotional weight that Light Cream had to bear all those years in his absence.
He pulls out a chair for his mother, before doing so for his own. As per usual, Clotted Cream sits across from Light Cream, with Financier usually by his side.
“So, how have you been, mother? You followed Financier to help out at the Sanctum, it must have been busy,” Clotted Cream starts the conversation, with genuine curiosity for his mother’s well-being.
It’s times like this where Clotted Cream feels happy to be home.