Lisa wakes up with tiny feet in her face and for a moment she thought there was a house-elf in her room until she remembers that she had a son and that she’s not a wizard (sadly). A son that’s been with her for almost eight years now. Lisa carefully pushes Asher’s feet off her face and stands up stretching her arms over her head as she wakes herself up.
She grabs a light sweater as she goes downstairs. Immediately at opening the door, she can smell the breakfast food cooking no doubt by her parents. She sees them at her kitchen, a newspaper in her father’s hand, her mother at the stove flipping pancakes. For a moment she felt like she was dragged back in time when she was seven and her biggest worry was her time tables and not the seven-year-old little boy that she was responsible for rearing.
“Good morning, parentals!” Lisa greets giving her mother a kiss as she looks over her shoulder to see pancakes, eggs, and sausages simmering.
“Hello, spawn of mine,” her mother replies. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that all the food is new, dear.”
“Leave the girl alone, Cindy,” Jeff’s gruff voice cut through. “We know that she hasn’t been in her house in months.”
“Et tu, Brute?” Lisa asks, her heart over her hand as she looks at her father. “I thought you’re the voice of reason in here, father.”
“I just got your mother off your back, you’re welcome,” Jeff replies as he continues to read the newspaper.
“So is Jennie and the girls going to join us today?” Cindy asks as she plates the pancakes, sausages, and eggs and drops it on the table.
“Well no,” Lisa replies as she drowns her pancake in syrup. Cindy slaps her hand and Lisa pulls back the syrup. “Ma, I’m an adult now. I think I know how much syrup I can have.”
“I’m your mother,” Cindy says. “I know what’s best for you.” Cindy puts the cap back on the syrup.
“Good morning, grandparentals!” Asher says, his arms open wide. He runs to his grandpa first to give him a hug and runs to his grandmother to give her a hug as well. “This looks delicious, grandma!”
“Wow, thank you, Asher,” Cindy says, giving her daughter a look. “See at least your son knows how to compliment.”
“Who do you think taught him that, mother?” Lisa asks.
“Jennie!” Asher replies as he drowns his pancakes in syrup. “She told me to always compliment the chef!”
“You’re killing me bud!”
“Speaking of Jennie. Why aren’t they going to join us today?” Cindy asks. “I figured with all the texts and the pictures you sent me you guys are attached at the hip. Does she have work?”
Lisa shakes her head. “Oh she thought we needed the family bonding time with just us.”
Cindy scoffs. “We’ve been bonding since you were in my womb. Call her and tell her to come by for dinner when Jeff, Katie, and Perry are here.” Jeff giggles to himself. “Would you stop giggling every time I say our daughters’ name?” Cindy shakes her head as she goes back to the stove, muttering, “Every single time.”
“Uncle Jeff is coming?” Asher asks, perking up. “Are we picking them up at the airport today?”
“Yep,” Lisa says. “You and I are going to pick up all your Aunts and Uncles today.”
“Awesome!” Asher says, fist pumping. “Can’t wait to see Aunt Per. She promised to show me how to beat Uncle Jeff in Super Smash!”
“Alright you two eat up,” Cindy says. “Their flights come in at 1 and 4.”
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