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Author's Note: Hello everyone! How are you? Hope all is well! If not hopefully this cheers you up a bit. Finally I bring you part 2 of "Mother's Day 1980"I am so very sorry for taking so long to post this second part. I really didn't think it would take so long to finish but then I got busy with family stuff and then trying to get on a normal sleeping schedule. Ironically these past two days when I've worked on the story the most is when I've had an actual normal schedule. Go figure lol. Anywoo I would like to say a big THANK YOU to all of you who reviewed the first part. I am so glad you enjoyed it! All your kind words really made me smile. *hugs* You all are just awesome, really. I hope you enjoy this part too and will review it as well. And if you're reading this and dint' review part one no worries, you feel free to drop a review this time around! I really hope you will, it'll mean so much to me. Also one more thing, this second part of the story is actually different from the first part and different from most of my stories as well…if you've read my stories before you'll see what I mean. But I do hope you'll still enjoy it! And really if you could leave a review it would mean soo much to me right now I had a pretty stressful morning with my fanfics but more on that later…I've kept you long enough. Go on. Enjoy!

The cooking lesson had been a success and was very enjoyable for both Hyde and Kitty.

For Hyde, he was glad he'd asked Kitty if she had the time five him a quick class instead of letting the words stay in his head as a mere idea. It'd been awhile since he had cooked anything in any kitchen, and it wasn't until he was adding in the milk to the flour that he realized how much he missed it. Plus there was the fact that his surrogate mother, who had been only encouraging and patient throughout the session,—unlike his friends, who he knew would mock and tease him if they were in the room. At least until he gave them a good frog on the arm.—was in the room and teaching him the recipe to one of his favorite foods added to his gladness.

Kitty had been thrilled from the moment Hyde had suggested the idea and that feeling never once died down. It had been so nice to give a cooking lesson where at the end of it she didn't feel any frustration, a pounding headache, or the need to make herself a very strong drink. And of course she loved spending time with one of her babies and teaching him something that she loved doing. Kitty's mind had drifted back a few times to when it had been Laurie or Eric in the kitchen with her, but when she did she also realized that even though she held those memories deep in her heart, this cooking session with Hyde may have been just a tad bit better.

Hyde was much older than Eric and Laurie were when they helped her in the kitchen and so he could do more things on his own, pouring the batter into the iron without having Kitty hold onto the bowl as a guide. The differences in the age also gave the possibility that Hyde would remember the steps and ingredients, and the thought of her grandmother's recipe being past down to another generation made Kitty's smile beam with happiness.

It was a good few minutes after the waffles had been finished that Red joined the two in the kitchen. The trio then sat down to have their breakfast and some light family chatter. Neither Hyde nor Kitty ever mentioned to Red about the two sets of waffles and Red never said anything about a difference in taste—Hyde took that as a great compliment

After breakfast Red and Kitty took off for church. Hyde had considered going with them, he really had, but he knew he was going to be spending most of his day with Mrs. Forman anyway and he needed a little time to himself to think about a few things.

The Mass had been a beautiful one where towards the end The Pastor asked each of the mothers to stand and receive a round of applause. It wasn't until after the services when Kitty and Red were walking back to the Toyota, that she noticed the young mothers holding the hands of their children while the little ones rambled on about what they had planned for her that day; that was also when Kitty felt a slight tugging on her heart.

Red Forman knew this years Mother's Day was not going to be easy for his wife. He knew it when she gave him a small tight smile when he opened the car door for her before they left the church. He knew it when he caught her rereading the card their daughter had sent her at least four times in one hour. He knew it when she never gave one hint about a possible Mother's Day gift. However, his biggest clue was when she didn't mark the date on the family calendar.

And Red Forman never liked seeing his wife upset in any way. It was like he told those dumbasses that continued to populate his basement; when she was unhappy, he was unhappy. So in attempt brighten her day a little and cheer her up just a bit he bought her a Mother's Day gift he knew she would like and gave it to her when they got home.

A bouquet of pink roses and a bottle of perfume that she had been after for awhile now.

Kitty had of course smiled, thanked her husband for the presents, and gave him a well deserved kiss. She really loved the gifts, the flowers were beautiful and the perfume had actually been the correct one, but there was still that part of her that kept thinking about her absent son and daughter.

Luckily before she could start thinking too much about either one of them, the phone rang.

It was her Baby Boy calling from Africa.

For a good half hour Kitty sat in the kitchen chair she had pulled up closer to the yellow wall phone, after the first fifteen minutes of their conversation. Right away Eric had wished her a 'Happy Mother's Day' and then gone on to tell her that he felt bad that he wasn't there with her. Kitty had smiled through her happy tears as she assured him that it was ok just as long as he promised her that he'd be home for next years Mother's Day. Eric made the promise—meaning his words—but after that the topic of Mother's Day had been dropped.

Eric had changed the subject by asking how everyone in Point Place was and then Kitty informed him of any new details that she hadn't written in one of her letters to him yet. Then Eric started to tell his mother about all the things he had seen in the past week, he told her about activities he had done, and the children he was working with. As Eric shared his new experiences, Kitty smiled and nodded along, completely captivated by the adventures her son was having—but was still sure to throw in reminders for him to be careful.

Forty-five minutes had passed since they had started their talk but it still seemed too soon for Kitty when Eric told her had to go because he was going on a nature walk with some of the kids. Mother and son said their goodbyes and Eric wished her a 'Happy Mother's Day' one more time before the two hung up.

Usually after Kitty finished her phone calls with her son she would right away start missing him all over again; however this time around her mind was quickly sidetracked keeping her from thinking about Eric again. At almost the exact second that Kitty placed the receiver onto its hook the kitchen's glass side door slid open by a smiling visitor.

It had been Fez.

The foreign young man had dropped by to tell Kitty 'Happy Mother's Day,' drop off a small bunch of little white daisies he'd bought her, and ask if she had made any cookies. Hyde, who had entered the kitchen sometime during the end of Kitty's phone conversation with Eric, had given Fez a good punch in the shoulder for that last one.

However, Kitty had just laughed and because she never could turn away a hungry child—especially one asking for her cooking—she gathered up the ingredients to make her famous snickerdoodle cookies.

And unlike the times before when the boys would go down to the basement to do…whatever it was that they did down there while Kitty worked on the cookies, Hyde and Fez had remained seated at the kitchen table, after deciding to keep Kitty company with their conversations. They had talked about several things, from what Eric had been up to in Africa to the latest gossip swirling around Point Place. Of course Hyde tuned in and out during that last one.

Then after eating a dozen and a half of the cookies, himself alone, Fez said that he had to go off to work.

Just as the foreigner was leaving the kitchen two more of Kitty's basement babies made their entrance; Donna and Jackie.

The girls had stopped by to also tell Kitty 'Happy Mother's Day' and had planned on making the visit be a quick one but when they saw the freshly baked cookie, the coffee already made, and having Mrs. Forman insist they stay for a few minutes both of the young women made themselves comfortable in the cushioned kitchen chairs.

This was around the same time that Hyde went up to Kitty and offered to run those errands she had told him about earlier in the morning. Kitty had of course politely declined the offer, reminding her adopted son that she could do it herself later on. But she wasn't dumb, she knew exactly why Hyde had suddenly offered to run out and take care of the errands—he was avoiding a certain brunette in the room. Though after a few minutes of thinking about it, Kitty realized it would be nice to not have to run around later on in the day so she gave him the list of chores and hoped that Hyde was just avoiding Jackie because he needed some more time—some more time meaning more minutes, hours, maybe even days but nothing over that or she was going to have to have another talk with him.

As soon as the list was in Hyde's hands he dashed out of room and didn't look back. Kitty shook her head at the actions and both Donna and Jackie displayed puzzled expressions on their faces but then quickly shook them off before catching Kitty up on the things going on in their lives. Donna's college life in Madison and Jackie's new job at the TV station. She wasn't on air with her own show as she'd always dreamed, nor was she back to being an assistant for Christine St. George, instead she was the make up artist for the news anchors—it was a job she very much enjoyed.

An hour or two had passed when Jackie and Donna waved their goodbyes and then headed back over to Jackie and Fez's apartment. Kitty waved back at the girls until they were in Donna's car and went back to setting aside the remaining cookies for Red and Steven, pretending that she didn't notice that Hyde had enter the kitchen with a grocery bag only a few seconds after Jackie and Donna drove off.

Keeping her lips sealed about Hyde's actions Kitty thanked him for running the errands and took the bag from The Piggly Wiggly in her arms. She started pulling the items from the bag and then putting them in their places in the various cabinets; Hyde soon jumped in to help her, knowing that the task would get down a lot quicker with two pairs of hands instead of just one.

Once everything had been put into it's appropriate spot Kitty grabbed her purse and kissed her husband goodbye before she and Hyde left to their Mother's Day Lunch.

They had decided to have their lunch at one of the family atmosphere diners in town, where apparently a good number Point Place's other citizens had decided to have a Mother's Day Lunch at too. Though despite the many families and children dinning with their mothers, Kitty's mind never drifted off to any thoughts on her children who weren't there to spend the day with her; it stayed with the one who was there and had made time to spend with her on her day.

The lunch had gone very nicely; the food was delicious and the conversation was light. The topic of Hyde's actions in the kitchen and any other topics related to him talking to Jackie never came up. Kitty had planned on bringing it up but with all the other things they discussed it had completely slipped her mind.

Hyde talked about how things were going at Grooves, the different music displays he planned on putting up and how Leo had spent had the money in the register on Girl Scout cookies the other day. Kitty had done her own talking about work, telling a few short tales on some patients but mostly sharing the idea she had started playing around with about her taking some time off from the hospital and get a taste of retirement life with Red. Hyde had been supportive of the idea and even made the statement that if any two people needed a vacation it was her and Red.

During their meal Kitty and Hyde had also reminisced a little about the days when Hyde and the others were younger. Remembering thing like the time Kelso got his head stuck in the living room stairway's barrier, when Donna had pushed Eric off the highest diving board at the public pool, and when the family had taken a boat out onto the lake and Hyde had gotten seasick—a memory Hyde kept insisting didn't happen.

Hyde also let Kitty go on about more stories from her younger days. He knew most kids moaned and zoned out whenever their parents talked about their younger days and how the minute the words 'when I was a kid' left their parents mouth they opened both their ears—so that the words would go in one and then straight out the other—but Hyde enjoyed listening to what his surrogate mother had to say.

Most of the time Kids didn't like listening to the 'When I was a Kid' stories from their parents because their parents weren't kids anymore and it was hard for them to picture them as such; this went the same for Hyde, it was a little difficult to think of Red or Kitty as being his age but at the same time it was interesting because they had been, and what made it even more interesting was hearing about the things they'd done and being able to relate it to things he and the other's had done too….maybe not relatable word for word but the concept was still there…in a way.

Plus it gave him a better insight and made him understand Kitty a little more, making him wonder if Edna had ever shared this type of stuff with him if he'd have a better understanding of her…not that it would change much anyways.

After lunch Hyde and Kitty had returned home to find an unexpected visitor waiting in the kitchen. Actually two unexpected visitors.

Michael and Little Betsy Kelso.

Red had thrown them, well actually just Kelso, out of the living room after he asked for a laundry basket so he and Betsy could sit in and then slide down the living room stairs in it.

Kitty had been surprised at first but then went into full hostess mode and welcomed the two of them with open arms. Also happy to see his old friend and goddaughter Hyde gave the tall lug a quick manly hug before asking what he was doing in town.

Kelso then explained how after spending the most of the morning with Betsy, Brooke was going to a spa day with her mother so he had Betsy for the rest of the afternoon and early evening. He'd come down to Point Place to visit his mother but had decided to make a quick stop at the house of one of the hottest moms he knew. Kitty had of course let out a girlish giggle at those words.

And it was a quick visit but Kitty still appreciated Kelso dropping by and even bringing the baby with him.

With Kelso and Betsy gone and figuring that with all her basement babies already dropping by once for the day there wouldn't be any more visitors Kitty got ready to perform a task she had been putting off since morning. She picked up the phone and called her mother.

Wearing a large smile on her face Kitty wished her mother a Happy Mother's Day and they went on to have a pleasant conversation. For about five minutes. Things were going smoothly until Kitty mentioned how Eric was still in Africa and Bea reminded Kitty that it was her fault he was over there anways, how she shouldn't have let Red buy that shop, and how she should have learned from the ostrich farm her father had bought.

Kitty tired to keep her tone of voice happy and unbothered as she spoke into the phone, but the expression on her face gave away to how frustrated and upset she really was. Both Red and Hyde could see it from their seats at the kitchen table.

Finally not being able to take it any longer, Kitty hastily made up an excuse to her mother before quickly hanging up before Bea could get another word in.

Relieved to have that over and done with, the woman in the room sat herself down in her regular seat at the kitchen table sending over a look to the duo that were staring back at her, that said 'Don't judge me.' It was then that Hyde and Red had decided to share the decision they had come up with while Kitty was on the phone.

They were going to take her out to dinner that night to the new and expensive steakhouse—a restaurant Red had been hesitant about going to until Hyde said he'd pay. Kitty had been overjoyed with the idea. She loved getting dressed up and would be having dinner with two of her favorite boys, and the fact that this would be the second meal of the day that she didn't have to cook was a definite plus.

Later that evening the trio had arrived at the restaurant, that just like the diner from Hyde and Kitty's lunch, was filled with other mothers and their families. But the large crowd didn't affect the time the Formans and their adopted son had at the steakhouse.

The dinner had been filled with stories, laughs, food, and drinks. There had been a mutual agreement that Kitty could have as many drinks as she wanted since it was Mother's Day, but ironically by the end of the meal Kitty less than half way through her second Manhattan. The good time she was having with her husband and adopted son had moved alcohol to the last thing on her mind.

After the check had been paid, by both Hyde and Red—Kitty had argued for him to do so and then won the argument by reminding them that it was still Mother's Day, the three headed back to their house.

When they had arrived home Red had almost immediately gone up stairs to go get read for bed and before Hyde went down to the basement to do the same he told Kitty 'Happy Mother's Day' once again and gave her another hug that was a little longer than the one he gave her in the morning and this time had used both arms. Hugging him back Kitty closed her eyes and smiled a smile she wore all the way up to her bedroom.

Which was where she was now, lying in bed already dressed in her pink nightgown. The sound of the water from her husband's shower filling her ears and the thought of the day's events filling her mind. There had been a lot of them and she had enjoyed them all but with so many things having happened Kitty found herself ready to get some sleep.

Still she knew it would be pretty pointless to try to fall asleep with Red still in the shower. She never could have decent slumber without getting her goodnight kiss from him and giving him his. It wouldn't be much longer that she would have to wait up for him but not wanting to waste those few minutes she decided to do a little reading.

Kitty reached over to her nightstand for the hardcover book she was currently reading and as she slid the book off the table two envelops fell from underneath it and onto the carpeted floor.

Furrowing her brow just slightly, Kitty looked down at the two envelopes. One was smaller than the other and looked to haven been made out of blue construction paper while the other was white and obviously store-bought.

The older woman stretched her arm towards the floor and grasped both packets; when she brought them up for a closer examination she noticed the construction paper one had a writing scrawled on the front side saying the words 'Read First.'

Following the two worded instructions Kitty placed the white envelope on the bed and kept the blue construction paper one in her hands. Carefully she pulled out the triangular flap that had been tucked in to seal the envelope close. She then slid out another art work made with construction paper, but this time a light purple shade and when she turned it over she found a beautifully designed cover.

There was a strip of green construction paper pasted vertically in the middle of the cover page and at the top of it there were little bunched up pieces of pink tissue paper, positioned in a way that the formed a flower above the green strip that was obviously the stem. Underneath the paper made flower were the words 'To: The Best Mom in the World' written in blue crayon.

Kitty couldn't contain her smile as she looked at the master piece. However as she continued to study the design she realized she had seen something quite similar to this card years ago when Eric was still in grade school and he'd given it to her as a Mother's Day card. This made Kitty smile even more and she couldn't help but notice that if this card had been made at the same time as Eric's all those years ago, the condition was very well kept—the tissue paper was a bit smashed but that could easily be explained by all the time it had been kept in the envelope.

Not wanting to wait any longer and feeling very curious to know what was inside the card and who it had been from, Kitty slowly opened the card to the inside page. More writing in the same blue crayon was written inside and as Kitty took a closer look at the handwriting it became familiar and yet different at the same time. Still wearing her smile on her lips she began to read the blue message.

5-11-69

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

It's Mother's Day

And I Love You!

Dear Mrs. Forman,

First, sorry about that lame poem on top. I didn't come up with it. Mrs. Weston did and she

made us all write it down in our Mother's Day card for our Moms.

I hope you don't mind that I'm giving mine to you instead of my own mom. I just thought

you'd appreciate it more, and you do deserve it a lot more than she does. Sometimes I

wish you were my own mom.

I hope that didn't upset you either or ruin your day. Because if anyone should have a Happy

Mother's Day it should be you. Just like cover of the card says, you're The Best Mom in the

World, even if you're not my mom.

-Steven J. Hyde

By the time Kitty finished reading the cards contents she had her eyes shining with tears. She wasn't sure what was the biggest reason behind them though; the fact that Hyde had given her this card today, or that he'd held onto it for all these years. Maybe it was because of the over all words that a young little Hyde had written or just that last line in the second paragraph and the fact that it had eraser marks around it showing the debate the little boy had had about even adding the line in before trace over it with the crayon.

Even though she wasn't quite sure of the main reason behind her tears she did know that she loved her adopted son for sharing with her this card that she adored and already had plans of storing it in the box she kept all the other Mother's Day cards her children had made and given to her over the years.

After wiping her eyes with the side of her hands, Kitty carefully placed the handmade card back in its handmade envelope. Once it was tucked back inside its covering Kitty placed it on her lap before turning her attention to the second card that still lay on top of the blanket beside her. She had no idea what could be in that envelope or even why there was a second envelop in the first place but she was anxious to find out.

She opened this letter with not as much care as the first one, that one had been handmade and this one being store bought Kitty knew if she was too careful opening it she would be there for hours. Once the white envelop was opened she pulled out the card and turned it over, letting her smile grow even more when she saw the cover.

There was a blue watering pail with a bundle of various flowers coming out of it, the picture was like the one on Laurie's card in that it looked hand drawn but the picture on this card seemed to have more details on it. Written across the card, above the 'drawing' and in a pink cursive font, were the words 'Happy Mother's Day!'

With her smile remaining in place Kitty flipped the cover page to the left expecting to find a short pre-printed verse that had come with card, so she was surprised when she founf that the all words that were inside the card had been written with a black pen and in a handwriting she recognized right away.

5-11-80

Dear Mrs. Forman,

Sorry if you were expecting another one of those corny Hallmark-y poems but I figured

you'd suffered enough with the one in the first card. I hope you don't mind me giving it to

you now, found it in my room the other day and thought if I gave it to you now it would

give me a little extra space in my room. I'm pretty sure you already realized that that

wasn't the complete truth and have already figured out my real reason so I'm gonna

move on to my next point. Never denying or confirming whatever it is you're thinking.

One of the reasons I'm giving you this second card is because I wanted to fix a couple

of things from the first one. I mean it has been over ten years since I wrote it, it's kinda

in need of an update. Hope you don't mind.

There are two words missing from the first card. two very important words. Two words

you should hear almost every second of every day but don't. I know I hardly say it,

Red might tell you every few weeks or so, same for Eric maybe and Laurie, I'm guessing

every blue moon or so. Those words: Thank you.

Thank you for all the things you do and all the things you've done. Thank you for being

there for us whenever it was that we've needed you. Thank you for all the bandages,

lollipops, and kiss on the head that came with every cut or bruise you've tended to.

Thank you for always remembering birthdays and making sure each of them was

special in its own way.

Thank you for all the homemade meals you've made us over the years; from the holiday

meals to everyday dinners, lunches, and of course breakfasts. And while on that subject,

thank you for sharing your grandmother's waffle recipe with me and teaching me how to

make them. It was pretty cool. Maybe we could have some more cooking lessons some

time, but next time not so early in the morning. If that sounds good to you. Thank you for

all the times you've made those chocolate peanut butter cookies—I don't know how you

did it but you always did have a plate of them ready whenever I felt like I wanted some.

Thank you for teaching me how to dance. I still don't do much dancing but because of all

the steps you had taught me I don't ever get nervous when I'm near a dance floor. Thank

you for all the words of advice you've given, whether it was asked for or not…which

reminds me, thanks for shooting me. Thank you for taking care of us when we get sick,

your homemade soup is the silver lining I usually see when I get sick.

Thank you for taking the time to take me shopping for a jacket when my old one was

wearing out—you may have bought me the tackiest one seen by man but you did take me

back to get another one so I thank you for that too. Thank you for all the hugs, just like the

cookies you've always been able to know when we've needed one. And even though most

of the time we gripe on about it when you do hug us it's really just for show and we don't

mind them all that much. Thank you for believing in me and pushing me to do the things you

knew I could do, you were one of the first persons to do that. And just knowing that you

believed I could make something of myself gave me the kind of confidence I never thought

I'd have.

Thank you for convincing Red to take me in and for taking me in when Edna left. I honestly

don't think I'll ever be able to tell you thank you enough times or show you how thankful I

am to you for doing that. Thank you for never treating me like some charity case when I first

moved in or any time after, thank you for instead making me feel welcomed, making me feel

like I was part of the family, making me feel like I was home. Thank you for always treating

and caring for me and the rest of the gang like your own children.

Thank you.

I wanted to take out a line from the first card. It doesn't really seem to fit anymore. Like I said,

it had been made over ten years ago. It's the line at the end of the second paragraph, the one

that says, 'Sometimes I wish you were my own mom.' I don't wish that anymore. Because I

don't have to. I know you are my mom. You are in every way but biologically and when you

look at all the other ways, biologically is the least important one.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

Love,

Steven

P.S. Wish me luck. If your reading this after dinner, I'm off working on your Mother's Day present.

I'm hoping it goes well and not just because I don't exactly have enough saved up to buy you that

diamond necklace.

Once Kitty had finished reading the second card she had just a few tears in her eyes but that was only because most of them had already rolled down her cheeks. She was so touched by the cards themselves and the fact that Steven had taken the time to write all those things—lately not even Eric's letter from Africa were that long in length.

And all the things he had written about, thanking her for all those things she had done for him and the family. They were things that she never felt she really needed to be thanked for but when Hyde did thank her in his message she realized how nice it felt. She wanted to go down to the basement right now and give him a hug and his own 'thank you,' but he wouldn't be there. He'd left to go talk to Jackie and that brought a large smile to her face as she wished him as much luck as possible—even she knew he didn't need much of it but she still sent it as a 'just in case.'

Then that last paragraph he'd written, his sign off, that last word in that short little since; her happy tears were pouring out like Niagara Falls by that time.

Sure it was a short word. Only three letters. And she'd heard it many times before over the years from both her son and daughter. She could remember the first time each of them had said it to her. (It had been in the form of 'Mama' but the meaning was the same.) Laurie had been eight months old and splashing around in the bathtub and Eric was sitting in his highchair, covered in spaghetti at ten months when he said it. Both times had made her feel like she was on top of the world and this time was no different.

Of course Steven hadn't exactly said it out loud to her but that didn't matter to Kitty. She knew he was always more of a quiet one and was a lot shyer than he let on. And she could hear his voice and could tell how much he meant each word as she read his letter, so when she read the line 'Happy Mother's Day, Mom' and heard Steven saying it to her, it made her heart soar.

Trying to keep more tears falling, Kitty closed her eyes and grabbed both of Hyde's letters in her hand before holding them close against her heart.

Just then Red walked into the bedroom, already dressed in his pajamas, he looked over at where his wife lay with a small smile on his face but the grin soon diminished when he saw the state she was in.

"Kitty?" he called out, concern in his voice and a slight frown on his forehead.

She didn't reply though making Red realize he was going to have to figure this out on his own. It only took him a few seconds to come up with a possible explanation, an explanation he was sure was correct, and explanation that did not make him a bit happy.

"Damn it." he growled, "Which one of the dumbasses was it and what did they say?" he questioned in his loud gruff tone.

Kitty opened her eyes and let out a small giggle at how protective he was of her.

Red wasn't sure why his wife was laughing but at the moment it was the last thing on his mind, "Come on Kitty, tell me who it was. I don't care which one of them it was." he declared, "I don't care if it was Eric, I'll get on the next flight out to Africa and shove my foot straight up his ass!"

"Red, honey, it was nothing like that." she assured with a smile but tears still in her eyes.

Curious, but still ready to defend and stand up for his wife against any of their children, Red made his way to his side of the bed and climbed onto the mattress beside Kitty. Once he was seated Kitty waved him over and pointed to a section in the open card she held in her hands.

The bald man looked at his wife questioningly before following her finger and reading the part of the message she wanted to share with him.

'Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

Love,

Steven'

A smirk appeared on Red's lips just as the defensive mode he had been in disappeared. That had been the reason behind Kitty's tears. And they weren't sad tears they were tears of joy; he knew this because he knew how much Steven calling her 'Mom' meant to her.

"Ah." he said then gave a light chuckle and looked up at Kitty's smiling teary eyed face, "Guess this Mother's Day wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, huh?"

"No. Not at all." she replied in a small voice as she pulled the cards to her chest again and continued to smile.

Red's grin grew as he wrapped his right arm around Kitty's shoulder pulling her closer to him and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Happy Mother's Day, Kitty."

The End

Author's Note: Soo what did you think? Good? Bad? Better than part 1? Delete and just keep part one? Please lemme know in a review I'd really love to hear from you!

Did you see what I meant about this being different from my usually writing? I'm not really sure what happened. When I first came up with the summary of the day in my head it wasn't as long as this. It was when I sat down and typed everything up that the characters took over again. And i know I could have easily added in some dialogue pieces at some parts but I really wanted to have the main focus of the chapter be Hyde's letters and Kitty's reactions. oh and sorry about the formatting of the letters...

Now more about the stressful morning incase your interested, it does kinda have to do with my fics. I have absolutely no idea what the heck happened but my USB deleted half the things in there! That meant my stories, notes for my stories and pictures! Ahh I was so mad so frustrated because I didn't know how the heck it happened and because I lost so many stories…latest chapter I was working on for 'Meet the Hydes' 'Nine Months' and notes for 'Two Weeks' Gone. Just gone. I'm really upset right now so if you could take the time to review and make me smile, it would mean soo very much. Not forcing you of course and thanks for letting me vent a little.

And as a reminder this story is deciated to Moms and my own mom who had a new USB ready for me when my old one went psycho.

Until next time. thank for reading, hope you liked, please review and lemme know what you think, see you next time, take care and have a nice day!