swinging benches a marauder fanfic

The Letter

Fay Williams was in the kitchen making breakfast for her small family. She may have only been eleven, but her mother had been teaching her how to cook and bake for as long as she could remember.

She was making pancakes when River walked out of his room, his hair sticking up in odd places, bags under his eyes, and still half asleep. 

Fay watched stifling a laugh as River hit his head on the cabinet corner, and then stumbled into the table behind him with a groan of pain.

River sat down at the table grumbling about how he hated the world, when Fay walked over and rubbed his back soothingly while setting down a cup of coffee in front of him. 

The boy lifted his head slightly giving the girl he thought of as a little sister a small smile before taking a sip of the coffee.

He watched as she walked back over to the stove and continued making pancakes while humming the song her mother always hummed while she was cooking.

Fay didn't know why the song was so special to her mother, for she never talked about it, nor did she ever sing the lyrics outloud, but Fay knew it was special to them so she to hummed it whenever she was cooking.

When Fay finished cooking the pancakes, she placed them all on a plate that also held bacon, then she went ahead and made eggs, some scrambled and some over-easy.

When all the food was done, she made River a plate, leaving it in front of the boy who had fallen back asleep with his head on the table.

River had gone home earlier that week and when he came back to the Williams home he was stressed and hurting. Fay could tell something wasn't right, but he got like this every time he went home.

She knew the boy wasn't getting enough sleep, so she kissed the top of his head, grabbed a blanket from the couch and covered his body with it.

Fay made her mother a small plate of food before walking it to Freya's room. Knocking on the door she heard her mother say come in. She slowly opened the door before walking in the room.

It had a queen size bed in the center of the room pushed against the wall, a little wooden bed nightstand with a lamp sitting on it, along with a picture of her late husband. There was a bookshelf in the corner of the room filled with books from Fay's childhood along with a dresser in front of the bed.

Her mother was sitting on the queen-sized bed, staring at her husband's photo with tears pooling in her eyes. Fay walked over setting the plate of food on the nightstand before sitting on the bed with her mom. 

Nothing needed to be said, Fay just knew. She put her head on her mother's shoulder and hugged her tightly as her mother started to cry.

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River had woken up to silence, he had a blanket over him and a plate of food in front of him, but he knew something was wrong, he had a gut feeling. He walked around the cottage trying to find his family.

He stopped in front of Freya's room before slowly walking through the doorway. 

His heart broke as he saw the mother and daughter crying while hugging each other tightly, he walked over as silently as he could before wrapping the both of them in a hug.

"Don't worry I got you, both of you." He said trying to hold back his own tears as he heard their sobs.

Not five minutes later they felt another pair of arms circle the trio, knowing instantly it was Angel knowing her hugs like the back of their hands. River and Angel just held the mother and daughter until their tears stopped.