[Momlestia] Celestia's birthday (Complete)


                                            >You fucked up. Pretty bad actually.

                                            >It's been a few days and even though she still talks to you, you know it's a cold, disappointing tone, even though it sounds like her normal voice.

                                            >You feel like absolute shit. And rightly so.

                                            >You forgot her birthday.

                                            >Again.

                                            >Like, 3 years in a row now.

                                            >You remember it right up until a few days before, and then something happens that it slips your mind.

                                            >First it was the vacation you, Aunt Luna, and mom had taken together.

                                            >To be fair, Luna copped it too for not remembering until you all came back. 5 days after it had passed.

                                            >Then last year you and the guys went to a midnight game release and ended up staying up all night playing it, and slept all day, waking up in the evening.

                                            >This time however, you had a part time job, you forgot to take time off on her birthday and ended up doing a double shift.

                                            >You were dead tired and ending up sleeping most of the next day.

                                            >So yeah, here you are having one of the most awkward dinners you’ve ever had.

                                            >Mom only talking to you when it's necessary and with none of her usual pep that she always speaks with.

                                            >No small talk like she usually does.

                                            >Even Aunt Luna is laying low, she mouths words to you when mom is in the same room.

                                            >Usually though, it's just 'good luck'. Before she scurries off somewhere.

                                            >You try to break the awkwardness by telling her about your day, like you always do.

                                            >Enthusiastically you retell something funny that happened, and even Luna chuckled at.

                                            >But not mom. She just nodded her head and answers "Yes, quite interesting."

                                            >Luna pitches in with something that happened in the staff room, and got a warmer response from mom.

                                            >Luna shoots a look that says 'I'm trying, but it's not working.'

                                            >You shoot her a look back that says, 'I know, thanks aunty. I'll keep trying.'

                                            >After everyone is finished with dinner, you clear the plates and ask if anyone would like some dessert.

                                            >"Yes, please." Luna answers, "Delicious cake is always the best thing after a stressful day at work."

                                            >As cringy and as obvious as that sounded, bless aunty for always having your back.

                                            >Mom always had a cake in the fridge, it was her go-to comfort food.

                                            >This is sure to be a winner. She'd never refuse cake!

                                            >"No thank you. I think I shall just have a bath and head to bed." Mom says.

                                            >"Good night Lulu. Goodnight son."

                                            >Oh, you're worse off than you thought. She's always called you sunshine, even when introducing you to others.

                                            >You and Luna watch mom leave the dining room and hear her bedroom door close before Luna snaps her head back at you.

                                            >Her face plastered with a look that screams. 'Holy shit, you're in deep shit.'

                                            >Luna whisper-shouts to you with a hand over her mouth.

                                            >"Anon, the last time I saw her this angry was when I forgot to buy the cake that time."

                                            >'That time' referred to when Luna was tasked with buying groceries because mom had an important weekend long meeting with the other principals in the state.

                                            >She came home stressed out, tired and wanting cake and when she realised there was none, she almost lost it.

                                            >It didn't help that it was past 9 PM and most stores had already closed.

                                            >You helped Luna bake cookies and make a pancake stacked cake in an attempt to satiate her.

                                            >Luckily it did, but mom still woke Luna up and made her go to the store and buy a cake right when they opened.

                                            >That was one of the few times you had seen her eat cake for breakfast.

                                            >And as soon as she had cake, she stopped being angry. The change was almost instant.

                                            >Back to the present.

                                            "I know Aunty. Maybe I should talk to her?"

                                            >"NO!" She whisper shouts again.

                                            >"Your mother will NOT accept an apology without some kind of tribute."

                                            >Which was true, under most circumstances all you usually did was apologise whole-heartedly, hug her and she'd forgive you.

                                            >On Luna's advice, you decide to leave her be for now. You'll just have to make it up to her.

                                            >This will require an offering, something big.

                                            >Better than all the other gifts you've ever given her before.

                                            >But what?

                                            >You begin patting your chin thinking.

                                            >Should you make a cake? Or a gift?

                                            >As nice as they are, you can do those any time so it's not quite as special.

                                            >Definitely something that showed her that you really care about her.

                                            >Your lips start to curl as you think.

                                            >Then it hits you.

                                            "Ah!" An idea hits you.

                                            >Luna shuffles in her seat closer to you, eager to hear your idea.

                                            "Didn't mom say there was that new restaurant she wanted to try?"

                                            >Luna thinks for a second but struggles to recall.

                                            "You know, the one with the stage?"

                                            >"Anon, you know she doesn't like to sing. How will that appease her?"

                                            "Don't worry Aunty. I think I have an idea."

                                            >Luna looks at you worriedly again, but decides to trust you know what you're doing.


                                            >You worked the last few days and it's finally the weekend.

                                            >Time to enact Operation:make-mom-happy.

                                            >You didn't tell mom that you weren't working, she just thinks you're at work still.

                                            >Luna took mom out to the restaurant using the excuse she heard the ribs were amazing or something.

                                            >Mom wasn't convinced but when Luna told her it was her treat, she was on board.

                                            >"Sister, do try to enjoy tonight." Luna says picking up her martini.

                                            >"I know Lulu." Celestia sighs. "It's just... oh nevermind. Maybe I'm just over-reacting."

                                            >She slumps onto the table.

                                            >"Tell me, what's wrong." Luna asks rubbing her back.

                                            >After a little while Celestia sips her red wine and begins to let loose.

                                            >"He probably hates me Lulu." She begins to tear up.

                                            >"Who? Anon?" Lulu asks rubbing her back more.

                                            >Celestia nods before collapsing onto the table. "I know he forgot my birthday. At first I was angry but now, it's not even about that anymore." She sniffles.

                                            >"I mean, I realised that it's not about my birthday that I'm upset about."

                                            >"Then what is it about sister?"

                                            >"Anon is growing up Lulu." Celestia starts to tear up.

                                            >"He's growing up and soon he won't need me. Or Us."

                                            >Luna is also taken aback by the implications, yet still does her best to comfort mom.

                                            >"Sister, Anon is a good boy. A fine man. We...You have raised him well. I doubt very much he would just abandon us."

                                            >"I know Lulu, it's just..." Celestia wipes her tears and blows her nose. "I have been dreading this day since he was born. And I even tried to stop it from happening."

                                            >She takes another drink.

                                            >"But I can't stop him growing up, and I tried to convince myself that I'd be alright if -WHEN he leaves."

                                            >She wipes her tears again, before crying.

                                            >"But I can't handle it!" She starts to cry.

                                            >The music from the karaoke is just loud enough that no-one can hear mom making a blubbering mess of herself.

                                            >One song ends and another starts as Luna does all she can to comfort Celestia.

                                            >After a few minutes of crying, she gets it out of her system and apologises to Luna.

                                            >The song ends and the restaurant goes dark.

                                            >Luna and Celestia pay it no mind as they sip their drinks, not paying attention to the manager on the microphone.

                                            >"Next up we have someone who's never done this before so please give them a big round of applause."

                                            >Luna and Celestia automatically applause.

                                            "Thank you.There's a very special woman here tonight."

                                            >The crowd roars with applause and encouragement.

                                            "And I honestly don't deserve her, but am thankful everyday of my life to have her."

                                            >A few 'woo's' echo.

                                            "I missed her birthday..."

                                            >Boo's and uh-oh's float through the crowd.

                                            "But I wanted to tell her I love her and she's everything to me."

                                            >The crowd swoons with awww's

                                            "She's always told me she loves my singing, so I apologise if I'm bad." You get a few laughs from the audience, but you don't care.

                                            "I love her always. She is, of course, my mother!"

                                            >The light above the table turns on, revealing them to the applause and cheering of the whole restaurant.

                                            >Confused, mom turns towards the stage and sees you.

                                            >There you are, wearing the best suit Rarity could make on such short notice, looking your absolute best.

                                            >Mom looks you in the eyes with her confused and teary eyes.

                                            >The music starts.

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                                            >The crowd gives you a standing ovation.

                                            >Your heart is racing like crazy.

                                            >Other restaurant goers are patting your arms, chest, back as you pass them on the way to the table.

                                            >You get a few looks from some girls and their mothers like they want you to sing more.

                                            "Happy Birthday mama. I love you." You say just loud enough for only her to hear when you reach the table.

                                            >"Of course I love you Sunshine." She says through choked-back tears.

                                            >She throws her arms around you and pulls you into the most comfortable hug you've ever had.

                                            >For good measure Luna jumps in too.

                                            >The whole restaurant erupts into applause that lasts a few minutes.

                                            >"Please forgi-" She tries to apologise but you stop her.

                                            "You don't ever need to apologise for being my mom." You embrace her tightly.

                                            >She kisses your forehead and you bury your head deeper into her chest, like a child who had just been found and didn’t want to ever let go.

                                            >You all sit down and share a late birthday dinner.

                                            >You paid for everything of course, and it was like everything was back to normal.

                                            >Mom laughed and joked, and was back to her usual self.

                                            >She even guiltily asked if she could try the cake, to which you ordered one of every cake just so she could enjoy them all.

                                            >You all enjoyed the night chatting and joking that you hadn't even noticed you were the last table there when they started closing up.

                                            >The manager and staff let it slide this time considering the touching performance you gave.

                                            >Your family was small, but it was certainly just as big as it needed to be.


                                            >~Fin