Corrode - [Charles Leclerc]

Festa Della Mamma - [Mother's Day Special]

A/N: Hi everyone! I hope you haven't forgotten about Joanne, Charles and their family yet🥰Because of Mother's Day, I decided to write a little extra chapter, a Mother's Day special, since Joanne is the only mother personage I created in my books. I hope you will enjoy this ❤️

Sunday, the ninth of May. Charles hummed softly as he woke up, his arm curling tighter around Joanne's waist, his fingertips feeling the soft silk of her nightgown. The salty breeze of the sea blew gently through the opened window, the white curtains letting through enough light for him to see the side of her face, her elegant neck and the golden necklace with his initials resting on her collarbones. Her breaths were still in a deep rhythm, and she didn't show any sign that she'd wake up soon, which made Charles' lips curl upwards. He pressed a featherlight kiss to her shoulder before slowly moving his arm away, and he shoved the sheets aside to sit up in bed. Charles slipped into some sweats and a plain, black shirt, stretching his limbs before he tiptoed out of the bedroom. Jules and Liam had made presents for Joanne for Mother's Day, which they created at school.

They had two weeks of spring break from school, which meant that they had to keep their presents hidden from Joanne for about two weeks already, something that was hard for them each year. Little Teresa, already three years old, had been painting at day care, very excited to give her momma a present she had made herself. "Dad!" Jules squealed when he was already in the hallway, impatiently waiting for Charles to come downstairs, so they could make breakfast for Joanne. "Ssh," Charles shushed them. "Your mom's still asleep," he added and Jules nodded, soon Liam joined them, and they went downstairs. They were spending the spring break in Amalfi, where Charles had asked Joanne to marry him three years ago. To the kitchen they went, and quietly to work. Teresa enjoyed playing with the ingredients of the breakfast more and she giggled each time Charles booped her nose with a spoon, and she was gladly snacking on some peaches Charles had cut into tiny pieces.

Liam and Jules were careful around the stove, wearing their aprons that were cladded with remnants of egg, flour and other stuff while they prepared the muffins. "Do you have your presents ready?" Charles asked, preparing the ciabatta bread and the aioli. "Yes!" Liam said. They waited till the muffins were ready and they let them cool down on the kitchen counter. Charles let Teresa sprinkle them with the pink cake sprinkles, which made her exclaim a "Daddy, look!" a couple times. "Can we wake mom now, please?" Liam whined, already impatient and eager to move upstairs. "Yes, but I will carry the plate upstairs, alright? Then you can take it from me," Charles said and they nodded, dribbling into the hallway while Teresa ran after them. Liam helped his sister up the stairs and Charles came after them with the plate full of breakfast. When they were in the hall, Charles gave the plate to Liam and Jules who wanted to carry it together.

Charles opened the door softly and signed at Teresa, with his finger in front of his lips, that she needed to be quiet. Teresa bit her lip in excitement, giggling softly. Charles moved towards the bed, sitting down on the side and his knuckles grazed Joanne's face. "Mon ange..." his voice sounded. He leaned down to kiss her cheek. Joanne opened her eyes as she woke up, rubbing them with the back of her hand. "Good morning, mom. Happy Mother's Day!" Liam beamed while holding one part of the plate. Joanne sat up a little more. "Did you make this for me?" Joanne asked, a smile showing up on her face and to Charles she couldn't be any more beautiful than in this moment, her face still a little sleepy, but her eyes so vivid, her smile luminous on her face and her hues reflecting that love of a mother. "And this!" Jules added, lifting the art work he had made at school, which existed of a heart that had multiple rooms, each in which he had a favorite memory of moments with Joanne.

"Thank you so much, my darlings," Joanne smiled and she moved to sit against the headboard of the bed. Charles sat next to her and lifted the plate onto their lap. The boys helped Teresa onto the bed, who was quick to take her place on her father's chest, while the boys just sat close to them. "What does this one mean, Jules?" Joanne asked, pointing at the drawing he made of them and some papers. "That's when you became my real mom," Jules replied and Joanne felt her heart clenching in her chest. Liam had made the same heart, but with different memories and they were all so lovely. Teresa had been painting with her hands at the day care, and her painting existed of different coloured hand prints and swipes all over the paper. They were happily having the breakfast together in bed, enjoying the time together. "So, who cooks does the dishes?" Charles spoke up and Liam and Jules looked at each other. "You know, we are very busy," Jules replied and slowly got off bed.

"He's right," Liam added and they ran out of the room, little Teresa quick to dribble after them. "Those are your boys, Charles," Joanne said and it made him laugh. "Weren't they sweet this morning?" Charles hummed and took the plate away to put it to the floor. "Absolutely," Joanne smiled, moving her hand over his firm chest, briefly catching the sparkle of her wedding ring around her finger. Charles lifted her chin before he kissed her tenderly. "I have something for you," he said and reached into the drawer of his nightstand, taking out a small jewelry box. He opened the box, showing her the diamond earrings he had seen her ogling when they were out for shopping yesterday. "Charles..." she scoffed. "I bet they'd look gorgeous on you," he said. "They are beautiful," she agreed, looking down at the sparkling earrings. "You are the best mother I could have ever wished for my kids," Charles spoke up again. "The start of our relationship and your connection with Jules is something I will never forget." Joanne swallowed hard and smiled at him.

"I love you," Joanne said and he smiled back at her. "I love you more, princess," Charles said, leaning down to kiss her again, hovering slightly over her. Joanne relaxed against the pillows, growing warm at his touch. His hand wandered towards the edge of her nightgown. "Do you think we'd have five minutes to h-..." "Dad! We kicked the ball on the roof and we can't get it off!" Sounded from the hallway and Charles dropped his head on Joanne's chest, making her laugh. "No, we don't," Joanne said, lifting his head and kissing his lips. "Go after your kids already, Leclerc," she teased and he grinned at her, playfully squeezing her waist before he kissed her again.

"Happy Mother's Day, my love."