[color="darksalmon”]Elodie May Taylor-DeLoughrey[/color]
{ Mother daughter(s) date | 2027 }
Sundays - days created for quality mother-daughter dates or just what Elodie has been telling herself and doing for a while now. There was not a day when she wouldn’t show her unconditional love for her girls and her son, not to mention her husband… but today was just a little bit special.
She was woken up by Riker’s touch, his fingers gently running up and down her arm. Mornings like this one is what she enjoyed the most. Just the two of them and silence before getting back to their sometimes hectic life with twins and baby boy. Moving closer to him, she wrapped her arm around him, resting her head against his chest. [color="darksalmon”]”Good morning my love.”[/color] Just a short moment before Elodie moved on top of him, burying her face in the crook of his neck, whispering, ”Don’t go yet.” They’ve been living in South Africa for a few years now and she loved it more than she thought she ever would even if it was a big change. Finishing high school, Elodie though she’d go to London to study and then come back home but here she was, in South Africa with her own little family at the age of 24. And with their own beach house, it was easy for Riker to get up in the morning and disappear for a bit, sometimes when the kids were still asleep and sometimes when they weren’t, leaving Elodie alone with them. Which she didn’t mind, not at all. But she also got used to waking up early so one thing Riker never did - he never left without wishing his wife a good morning.
”Please,” her voice still quiet, she softly pressed her lips against his neck, letting her hand slide down his chest. Letting her lips travel down his neck, over his collarbone and then chest and… Xander is crying.
”That’s my cue…” laughing lightly to herself, Elodie lazily got up, her messy bun even messier. And that’s how her mornings would start; taking care of her little son while waiting for Amie and Phoebs to wake up, finding some kind of entertainment for Xander to keep him occupied while she does her usual morning routine and then showering her girls with kisses before moving to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. ”What are we making today?” She’d always ask, a bright smile on her face while resting her arms across the kitchen island on which the twins were sitting. Pancakes was the usual answer and what would Elodie do? Well, she’d make them pancakes every single morning, just around the time Riker would come back. Today was different though. Elodie did ask what they wanted and yes… they did want pancakes and Elodie did make them, but instead of giving them their breakfast, she prepared a little basket for a picnic on the beach. They had picnic almost every Sunday and the girls loved it (why at least Phoebe still does in 2039), it was just something that didn’t only make them happy but it made Elodie happy. Besides that, she also prepared some fruit and their favorite juices, not telling them what they’d be doing later that day. And soon they left, leaving the house to the real kids.
”Stay close, baby,” Elodie said to her hyperactive daughter Phoebe, leaving them to collect little seashells while Amelia was wrapped up in her mom’s arms. Now… I know what you’ll think but no. Elodie has never had a favorite daughter, she loved them both equally but Amie was almost more similar to Elodie and that’s why you’d see her with her more often. See them cuddling and doing everything together, like now. Letting Phoebe do her own thing as she often did even at such a young age, Elodie brought a book she’d be reading to Amie for a few days now, taking this perfect opportunity to continue with the story. Her gaze often going back to Fee, a smile on her face growing when she’d see her running back to them with seashells in her hands, dropping them in front of her mom. That’s when she set the book down and with Amie help Phoebe pick the most beautiful ones and make hearts out of them.
To be continued…