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This one is totally ( h_m_hornblower) 's fault for letting that plot-bunny come to life!
Title: Doting Mother
Rating: Pg - pg13
Sum: The following morning, sequel to Too Hot
Judy Witwicky lived by the clock. At 6am she would get up, and nudge Ron - unsuccessfully - to wake him up before she went to the bathroom. At 6.05am she would have brushed her teeth and started on her hair, which would get fifty strokes on the left side and fifty strokes on the right side before she used her hairspray, only a moderated amount of course.
At 6.50am she would put on the clothes she had chosen the night before, making sure no wrinkles were apparent. With a self-satisfied sigh she strolled back to the bedroom where Ron was still sound asleep.
That though, was taken care of quickly as she yanked of the comforter and mercilessly attacked his feet, which resulted in her manly husband squealing like a little girl and jumping out of the bed, like every other morning.
"Good morning sweetheart," she happily tittered, before making her way to Sam's door, which was surprisingly enough, left open. Something that rarely happened anymore.'Must be because of that pretty girl of his' she giggled and peeked in, but... There was no Sam.
Her little man, her pumpkin' mouse, HER BELLY-FRUIT WAS GONE!
After the incident with the Men In Black she'd had a hard time letting Sam out of the house, she wanted him where she could see him at all times.
"Calm Judy, think this through..:" she knew he'd come home last night, he'd been just in time for curfew and she'd voiced her disaproval.
But where had he gone in those few hours, in the middle of the night?
"Ron! Downstairs! Now!" she shouted, raging inside - if someone had taken her baby-boy, then she was going to show them the true meaning of pa-
Wait...
"Samuel James Witwicky! What are you doing in the garden, naked?!" she hissed out the last word as reality caught up with her.
"Have you been streaking?! I will not tolerate this! There have never been, and will never be that kind of deviant behaviour in this family!" she vaguely heard someone come down the stairs, but was so caught up with yelling at the furiously blushing young man in front of her that she didn't care.... Until
"Actually I seem to recall one summer..." the smug words came from her treacherous husband, who quickly shut up when he caught the look on her face.
"Shut up Ronald!"
But the damage was already done, as she could she the partly horrified, partly amused look her son now sported.
God, she needed a drink, damn the schedule!
Seems to work now. ^^