The Mother of my Child

Pietro sat with his daughter on his lap, a piece of paper in front of them. Luna was squeeling happily and drawing all over it with crayons that the Avenger had brought with him.

Crystal walked in, and Pietro looked up quickly, then sped over to her, leaving Luna behind. "You're back early."

"There wasn't much to do," Crystal stated, looking at her husband curiously. "Did you want me to be away for longer?"

"No that's not it it's just that Luna and I are working on something that isn't done yet and you can't see until it's finished."

Crystal laughed. "I love it how you speed up talking when you're trying to hide something from me." She wrapped her arms around her husband. They weren't fighting this week, which was always a good feeling for him.

"It's just supposed to be a surprise." Pietro smiled, holding Crystal close.

"And what's the occassion?"

"Mother's Day."

Crystal leaned back and looked at her husband in the eyes. "Is that an Earth Holiday?"

He nodded. "It's where children show appreciation to their mothers. And since I can't, I wanted to make sure Luna is able to."

"Oh Pietro." Crystal smiled and kissed her husband. It was Luna's squeal that made them pull apart. They turned, and found that the toddler had stopped drawing on the paper and was now working on the living room's wall.

Crystal laughed. "I hope that stuff comes off the wall," she stated as she knelt down and picked up the piece of paper with their daughter's scribbles on it.

"Honestly, I have no idea," Pietro rubbed the back of his neck, smiling.

"You're cleaning it up," Crystal stated. "After all, it IS Mother's Day. I think that means I don't have to do any work."

Pietro just groaned.