I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn (KHR).

Chapter 1: Waking Up To Motherhood

You never know when something is going to come along and give you a good kick in the pants. Many don't even notice that they've had said kick, as they are that cotton-headed. However, this story is not about being cotton-headed; it's about waking up in the body of one such person, and having to deal with the aftermath.

Pain radiated from every inch of her body as she slowly entered the waking world. Her eyes fluttered open slowly… Only to rest upon an extremely fluffy little head with watery orange-brown eyes staring at her, "Who are you?"

"Mama!" the little boy in front of her began to cry, quickly attempted to wrap his too small arms around her bruised body.

"Are you okay?" the young woman asked gently, as she tried to hide her wince.

"Mama okay! Tsu-kun okay!" the little boy wriggled onto the bed's white sheets, which she had just noticed that she was lying on.

"I'm okay," the woman, gently comforted the unknown child, as she quickly took stock of her surroundings: one white bed, the scent of obnoxiously strong cleaning chemicals, she was in a white room, there was a single chair, a single door, and two arm-like sides on the bed with a nurse-call button on one of them. A hospital. She was in a hospital. "Why am I in a hospital?"

"Bad car hit Tsu-kun and Mama. Mama save Tsu-kun," the little boy clung to her like a lemur, but he had answered her question.

"You're Tsu-kun?" the woman asked.

"Tsu-kun always Mama's Tsu-kun!" the little boy smiled happily at her.

He had to be at least two or three years old, but the woman was going to have to talk to an adult to get more information. She took a pain filled breathe, "Tsu-kun, could you please hit that red button for… Mama?"

"Okay Mama," the little kid smiled and hit the red button as hard as he could.

Within a few moments a nurse entered the room, saw her patient was awake, and ran back out; most likely to fetch a doctor.

Waiting a few more minutes, a man in a white coat came in. He took the chart at the end of her bed, "Nice to have you back with us, Sawada-san. How are you feeling?"

"Sawada?" the woman blinked in confusion, that wasn't her name. She wasn't a mother, either. What was going on?

"I see. You may have a slight case of retrograde amnesia. It isn't common, but it does happen with victims of car accidents, on occasion. I am Doctor Harada. You are Sawada Nana. The child is your son, Sawada Tsunayoshi, age four. You are currently at Namimori Medical Hospital. Please let me know if you have any other questions. In the meantime, please tell me what seems to be hurting the most," Doctor Harada rambled off while he began poking and prodding the woman, now identified as *Sawada Nana.*

Nana blinked in surprise at the information she had quickly received. There was just one small problem... She was pretty sure that she was not *Sawada Nana.*