Project Motherhood: Filia

Chapter 3

Filia yawned softly as the morning sun flowed into her eyes. Sitting up and stretching, she looked around at her surroundings, remembering the events of last night. Looking down to her left, she smiled when she saw one very happy sleeping little boy cuddled up against her side, innocently suckling on his thumb.

Filia did everything she could to surppress the squeal of delight at how cute her son looked, so she settled on pulling him close to her chest and laying back down on the bed, letting Harry snuggle up to his mother's warm embrace. Filia sighed contently and rocked him slightly to keep him comfortable.

It was kind of surreal, in a way... Her, a mother... It was like a dream... A beautiful, warm, loving dream... But it was very much real, and that made it all the more delightful. She felt him stirring in her arms and smiled as she watched him wake up. He looked around, mumbling in confusion, before remembering where he was. "M...Mama...?" He said softly, looking up at Filia, who giggled and gave him a peck on the cheek, causing him to smile and let out a coo of happiness.

"Hi baby, did you have a good sleep?" She cooed.

"Mmhmm." Harry sleepily nodded. "I didn't have any bad dreams..."

"That's lovely." Filia said, pulling Harry close again and kissing him on the top of his head, happy to remain here with her son.

She then smelled a delicious fragrance that could only be her best friends' cooking. She smiled as she tightened her hold on her little boy. "Auntie Carol's making breakfast, honey... Why don't we go downstairs and eat?" She rose to her feet and hugged Harry against her shoulder.

"Mmkay mama..." Harry mumbled into her shoulder. Smiling, Filia kissed his cheek and made her way downstairs to find her best friend cooking.

"Oh, good to see you two are up." Carol smiled as she saw her friend walk in. "Did he sleep better?"

"This time he didn't have any nightmares, so that was a plus." Filia replied, still rubbing her sleepy son's back affectionately. Harry slowly looked up and gave a hazy wave to Carol.

"Morning auntie Carol..." He said softly, making his new aunt giggle softly.

"Good morning, Harry... I'm making pancakes... Is everyone okay with that...? I added chocolate chips..."

"Anyone that's not okay with that is an idiot!" Samson exclaimed.

"What are pancakes?" Harry asked, rubbing some sleep from his eyes. Filia, Carol and Samson all looked at Harry in surprise, before Filia finally spoke.

"You'll see soon!" She smiled, setting her son down in a seat.

The boy sat straight as he could and tried to wake up completely, the stubborn feelings of sleepiness not quite ready to leave yet. He sat quietly and waited for the food. Filia decided to help her best friend prepare the meal, and soon enough, the two women were setting the pancakes onto four plates, Samson's plate notably taller than the others.

Harry looked at the pancakes, then up at Filia who began cutting his, and then held up a forkful of food for him. "Alright sweetie, breakfast tine!" She sing-songed to the tiny boy, who opened obediently and was fed a forkful of chocolatey goodness. His eyes (still somewhat heavy) did seem to light up as he tasted the food.

Giggling, Filia helped herself to some of her own pancakes, then fed Harry some more of his, alternating back and forth between the two. Samson had swallowed his plate of pancakes whole, and Filia groaned as she felt syrup running down her back. "Samson..." She moaned.

"What? They're good." The parasite responded indifferently. "Besides, the kid's face is covered in syrup and I don't see you complaining about that." Filia blinked, then looked over to Harry, seeing that his face was covered in syrup and melted chocolate.