A/N: This is my first fan fiction, so please be nice with the reviews.
Oh, and I don't own anything. Ally Carter owns everything.
Mother's Day
A 32-year old Cameron Morgan Goode woke up cuddled close to her husband, Zachary Goode, of 10 years. Some would say 22 was too young to marry, but not in their world, when you never knew what was coming next, or if you would ever see the people you loved again. They had fallen in love the year of their sophomore exchange, and anybody that knew them would know their relationship hadn't been easy…
Her thoughts were interrupted by a stirring next to her.
"Hi," came from her husband, who had yet to open his eyes.
"Hey," she replied.
"Whatcha thinking about," he asked.
"Just how much I love you," Cammie said.
"I love you more," Zach told his beautiful wife, kissing her when he finished.
They were interrupted by a little knock at the door, followed by three little voices on the other side.
"Come in," Cammie and Zach said at the same time.
The door was opened and the first one in the sea blue master bedroom was Aanna. Aanna was 5 years old, the first born, and had her father's striking emerald eyes and her mother's long dirty-blonde hair. She had the features of a porcelain doll, and was cocky like her father. Zach and Cam already knew that when she got older she was going to be a heartbreaker.
The second and third children in the room were the 3 year old twins, Abby and Daniel. The twins both had their father's dark hair, but Abby had eyes like her mother and Daniel had his father's eyes.
"Happy Mother's Day," all three shouted at the same time as they crawled up in the king-sized bed. Abby was beside her father, Daniel in the middle, and Aanna next to her mother.
"Thank you," Cammie told all three of her beautiful children.
"Mommy, are you 'cited for today," Daniel asked.
"I'm very excited," Cam answered. She heard little whispers coming from her left, and looked over there only to see Zach and Abby chatting away about something.
Zach and Abby suddenly stopped whispering when Zach felt his wife's suspicious gaze on them. He looked up, and smirked at his Gallagher Girl.
"Yes, Gallagher Girl," He said, and it came out as a question.
"Just wondering what you two are talking about over there."
"Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about." Zach winked at his wife, and suddenly he stood up, taking Abby with him.
"Alright, troops let's go. You know what we need to do." Zach and his three children were on their way out when he sensed Cam getting herself up too.
"Oh no you don't," he said, without even turning around. He knew she was pouting, but he just told her to sit down and that they would be back soon. She did as was told, albeit reluctantly.
The 3 smallest Goodes all walked to the kitchen, and when reaching their destination turned around, waiting for instruction from their dad.
"Okay, Daniel you get the bread, Abby you are on juice duty, and Aanna you are with me on eggs." Zach finished.
^^^^^^^^^20 Minutes Later^^^^^^^^^
Cammie sat up, hearing footsteps enter their room. She looked up to see Zach, smirking , and holding a tray of food with her favorite flower, a daisy, on it. She also noticed her three children standing behind him with big grins on their faces.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mommy," her three precious angels all said at once.
"Awwwwwww, did you guys make me breakfast?"
They all nodded with sheepish, proud grin on their faces….well except for Zach who just smirked.
"You guys are so sweet."
Zach walked over and set the tray in front of her. Then, all three of her kids, including Zach, crawled back in the bed. She told them thank you, and started to eat. After she took her first bite of eggs she turned to her kids and husband, and promptly told them how delicious it was.
"Try the French toast next Mama," Daniel told her, "I helped make it."
"Then I am absolutely sure it will be delicious."
She took a bite, and made sure to make a big deal about how good it was. In return, she got a smile, one with teeth too. She continued to eat her breakfast while chatting with her family.
Family. The word meant more to her than she could ever imagine, and as she turned back to her husband, smiled and kissed him, she knew that she would always treasure hers more than life itself.
THE END
A/N: Once again, please be kind with the reviews, but if you have constructive critiscm, please tell me. Hey, but no hate reviews, please.
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Pieces Of My Heart