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Blue Raspberry

Since I knew I was going to school the next day, that day seemed to go really, really fast. We hung out, had a few teeny-tiny-minimal-alcohol drinks so we didn't get drunk, and watched A Dog's Purpose. I didn't expect it to be as sad as it was. I cried every time the dog died, even though I knew he was coming back. Lucas and I fell asleep in his room at around midnight.

The next morning, Lucas woke me up by gently poking my arm. 

"Maya. Maya. Maya. Maya. Wake up. Gotta go to school. Wake up," and at this point, he poked my arm so hard I woke up.

I sat up, leaning on my elbow, and rubbed my eyes.

"Five more minutes, Mom?" I teased.

He chuckled and scooped me up in his arms.

"Does wittle baby Maya need help getting weady for school?" he said in his baby voice. It was adorable.

I rolled my eyes and jumped out of his arms. He was walking around getting his stuff ready in jeans and shoes, but no shirt. I dressed quickly in jeans and a soft white sweater, huffed, and got all of my stuff in my bag.

"Shit," I said, slapping my forehead.

"What?" Lucas asked, looking up from a pile of papers he was gathering off the dresser.

"We didn't do any of the makeup work," I said.

"You didn't do any of the makeup work," he said, smirking. He pushed a folder into my hands. I opened it and flipped through the papers.

"You did all of my makeup work?" I said incredulously, leafing through the calculus sheets and government projects, "How did you get them in my handwriting?"

He shrugged, 'I'm a fast learner. I've seen you write a thousand times. It wasn't that hard to get the cute little swooshes you put on your a's." He said, smiling.

"I don't deserve you," I said, kissing him on the cheek.

"So you say," he mumbled, and continued stuffing papers into his backpack.

I shoved the folder into my bag and slung it over my shoulder. Lucas put a shirt on and followed me, lacing his fingers through mine.

We came downstairs, where Zay was scribbling answers on a sheet of calculus. Josh was dumping cereal into his mouth, straight from the cereal box. Farkle leaned against the kitchen door, tapping his foot. Riley, being Riley, was making sandwiches for all of us.

"Peanut butter and banana for Maya, grilled Swiss cheese for Lucas, lettuce, tomato, and turkey for Farkle, chicken and ketchup sandwich for Josh, shredded pork and pomegranate jelly sandwich for Zay," she said as she handed plastic bags around to all of us.

"You're an angel. Seriously," Josh said, stuffing the sandwich into his backpack.

"I will never be too old for Mommy to make me sandwiches," I said, hugging Riley. She smiled her Riley smile, and I couldn't help but smile, too.

"You didn't cut it for me," Zay pouted. We all laughed, and I stuck my sandwich in the secret pocket in the front of my bag.

"There's Kool-Aid in the fridge," Riley said.

"Yes!" I said. We all grabbed Kool-Aid out of the fridge and started slurping it like a bunch of five year olds. I kissed Lucas as we walked out the door.

"Not the worst morning," I said.

"You taste like blue raspberry," he commented. I laughed and jumped into the car with him.

Yay. School.

Not.