Olivia was almost seven months old when the first Mother's Day came to the Winchester home in Seattle. Sam wanted to make it special, so he slipped out of bed when Olivia started to make noises over the baby monitor. "I'll take care of it," he told Ruby as he tucked his wife back in a bit. "You sleep in."
Picking his daughter up from her room, Sam made his way downstairs to the kitchen where he buckled her into the high chair and poured some cheerios on the table along with her bottle. Their daughter was already smart enough to hold the bottle on her own, so he knew he could leave her there for a few minutes.
Alec had done Sam a small favor and saved his uncle the time to make breakfast for Ruby. Waiting on the kitchen counter was a bouquet of flowers fresh from the growers in the next sector, and then in the oven still warm was an omelet and of course, piles of hash browns taters. He put them on a tray and carried it upstairs along with the bottle of ketchup and a glass of orange juice. He left it on the floor, then ran back downstairs to retrieve his daughter and the flowers.
He snuck back into the room and slid the card off his dresser into his hands as well, then rearranged the pillows to put Olivia, the vase, and the card on the bed. Olivia's little hands instantly went to pull on a flower, giggling as Sam grabbed the camera and knelt on the foot of the bed, ready to take a picture when Ruby woke up.
The giggling didn't take long to wake her mother up, and Ruby looked up at her daughter and smiled. "I don't think your daddy expects you to rip these apart," she told Olivia, trying to grab the flowers. Olivia held onto it through, not wanting to let go and before Sam could get up to stop it, the baby kicked the vase and it fell over and drenched Ruby and the bed.
"Sam..." Ruby looked down at him, glaring at him. Olivia had all the flowers now and was laughing and waving them in the air. He couldn't help it, and Sam just smiled and took a picture of it all.
"Happy Mother's Day," he told his wife. "I'll go get you a towel now."
"Thank you, dear."
Picking his daughter up from her room, Sam made his way downstairs to the kitchen where he buckled her into the high chair and poured some cheerios on the table along with her bottle. Their daughter was already smart enough to hold the bottle on her own, so he knew he could leave her there for a few minutes.
Alec had done Sam a small favor and saved his uncle the time to make breakfast for Ruby. Waiting on the kitchen counter was a bouquet of flowers fresh from the growers in the next sector, and then in the oven still warm was an omelet and of course, piles of hash browns taters. He put them on a tray and carried it upstairs along with the bottle of ketchup and a glass of orange juice. He left it on the floor, then ran back downstairs to retrieve his daughter and the flowers.
He snuck back into the room and slid the card off his dresser into his hands as well, then rearranged the pillows to put Olivia, the vase, and the card on the bed. Olivia's little hands instantly went to pull on a flower, giggling as Sam grabbed the camera and knelt on the foot of the bed, ready to take a picture when Ruby woke up.
The giggling didn't take long to wake her mother up, and Ruby looked up at her daughter and smiled. "I don't think your daddy expects you to rip these apart," she told Olivia, trying to grab the flowers. Olivia held onto it through, not wanting to let go and before Sam could get up to stop it, the baby kicked the vase and it fell over and drenched Ruby and the bed.
"Sam..." Ruby looked down at him, glaring at him. Olivia had all the flowers now and was laughing and waving them in the air. He couldn't help it, and Sam just smiled and took a picture of it all.
"Happy Mother's Day," he told his wife. "I'll go get you a towel now."
"Thank you, dear."