#newtypesisters

That's Grandma?

“Looks like you’re all festive for spring, now,” he chuckles. 

“Did you put them up to this?” Neil chucked back looking up at the 3 he adored most in this life.

"You did? They're beautiful -- what a fine job you both have done... Please bring Papa in here once he wakes, so I can pay him back," he added with a chuckle. He snuggles close to them both, giving each a gentle kiss on the forehead. 

Garma chuckled softly at Lina’s earnest question. “No, darling. It only means they were my father’s children with his first wife -- my mother was his second wife, you see.” 

“Happy Mother’s Day!” The two said in unison holding the vase of flowers up to Garma

The girls’ voices stirred Garma from deep sleep, and he woke slowly, sitting up in bed. “...Maura? Lina? What are the two of you doing awake so--”

His words cut off in a gasp, the moment he saw their wide smiles and the vase of carnations presented to him. “Oh... what's this? Is this for me?” 

They really were lovely flowers -- his own mother’s favorite shade of pink, he noted with a sad smile. He set them at his bedside table, and the morning sun filtered in, bathing their bright blooms.

As the little girl though a tall brunette came running down the hall not to far behind the Haro. “LINA!” He fell to his knees and hugged the little girl tightly. “How many times have I told you not to wander off like that?” He said sternly but not angrily. The brunette was a familiar face to the blond. They had met before but not really for the best of reasons. He looked up at the blond glaring a bit. He then stood holding the girl with his left arm and extended his right hand to the other. “I suppose I should thank you for watching over my little Lina.” He was willing to swallow his pride, wile still being wary of the other.

“Girls...”

His voice faltered as he called to his daughters. Illness had its grip on him, leaving him bound to his bedchamber, clad in pajamas well into the day. Had Neil fed them breakfast yet? He could not remember, even after searching the fog of his mind...