Adopted by Hamilton

Chapter 139 - Mothers Day

I woke up on Sunday morning to my phone softly buzzing near my ear, I picked it up and looked at the screen.

Mothers Day

A smile spread onto my face, it was Mothers Day. I quickly got out of bed, taking the time to make my bed as well. Then, I left my room, still in my Playbill pajamas, and went into the kitchen. I was making coffee when I heard a voice behind me.

"Peanut, what are you doing?" I spun around to see Lin walk into the room, tying his hair into a ponytail, wearing sweats, a Mario Cart shirt and slippers.

"Coffee." I said, in an attempt to explain, holding up the pot.

"Yes Peanut I see that." He said, laughing a bit. "I meant why? Why now?"

"It's Mothers Day." I said putting the pot back down.

"Yeah, I knew that, but, you're supposed to make coffee last, because it needs to be hot." He walked over to me, and put the pot back into the coffee maker, and pulled bacon out of the fridge.

"Oh." I said, "sorry." I muttered.

"It's not bad Mija." He said, laughing a little. "I can help with breakfast." He added.

"Okay." I smiled, and walked over to him at the stovetop. I reached over and pulled strips of bacon out of the package, and started laying them out on the griddle.

"What kind of pancakes?" I heard him ask, and I looked to my right to see him staring into the open cabinet.

"Well, she always makes blueberry, so, but, chocolate chips are good, and it is Mothers Day." I couldn't come to a conclusion.

"Both." I heard Lin say, and I saw him pull a bag of chocolate chips out of the pantry, along with pancake mix, "can you grab blueberries from the fridge sweetie?" He asked, and I nodded, reaching over to the fridge to retrieve the blueberries. I grabbed the box, then handed them off to my dad who was reading over the instructions on the pancake mix box.

"How much bacon?" I asked, as I had filled half of the griddle.

"Mija." I turned around to look at Lin who was staring me with a dead and confused expression as if to ask, 'really Abi? Really? You think that there is a limit to how much bacon is an appropriate amount because darling you're very very wrong.'

"Okay. Sorry." I said, turning back to the griddle.

"I see we can now communicate psychicly, Mija, what am I thinking about?"

"If the trainees in Chuggington know that they are being trained to serve humans and will live out their days as slaves then end up revolting a la Free State Of Jones."

"Actually I was thinking more along the lines of whether or not they enjoy serving the humans of Chuggington or if they have some deep seeded hatred behind their manufactured smiles, but, remarkably close sweetheart." I looked behind me to see Lin smiling at me. "I like your pajamas by the way." He added.

"Oh, thanks." I smiled, looking down at my 2015 season Playbill pajamas, "you bought them for me." I said.

"Yes I did Peanut, but, well, I still like them." He said, starting to mix the batter.

"Thanks." I said, starting to make sure the bacon didn't attack me via the griddle.

"You're very welcome." He added.

I finished with the bacon and I pilled all of the strips onto a plate.

"I'll go get Seb dressed." I said, leaving the kitchen.