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Fall Fest Bingo/ Holiday Prompts Bingo 13
Title: Socks and Motherly Advice
Author: kira
Table: Autumn: Images (Holiday Prompts)
Prompt: Image 13; a picture of feet/legs standing in the middle of some pumpkins and showing off a pair of socks with pumpkins on them.
Fandom: Original
Characters: Bridget O’Brien, her daughter Mary, and her mother Maeve Kennedy
Word count: 548
Rating: G
Summary: Bridget O’Brien gets a bit of motherly advice from her mother, when she and her daughter but heads…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Please also note that this was also written for Holiday Prompts Autumn: Images table.
Bridget stood at the bottom of the porch stairs and called out to her daughter, “Mary Margaret O’Brien! Put your shoes on and let’s go!” She folded her arms across her chest and glared at the five year old. “Now, hurry it up!”
Mary Margaret pouted and shook her head. She was close to tears and sat down next to the pumpkins on the carpeted porch. Just like her mother she folded her arms. “No!”
“Don’t you tell me no!” Bridget was fast losing her patience. She glanced over her shoulder at her own mother, who stood there, shaking with silent laughter, and frowned. Turning her attention back to her daughter, she said, “Don’t make me come up there and get you!”
“Let me try, dear,” Maeve Kennedy said, as she placed a hand on her daughter’s hand.
Bridget growled softly. She waved her hand in irritation at her stubborn daughter.
“Mary, be a good girl and put your shoes on so we can go, okay?” Maeve took a step towards the porch stairs. “If you want, I can help you.”
Mary shook her head. She took a ragged breath and started to cry.
“What’s wrong, child?” Maeve climbed the stairs. Reaching the top, she sat down and looked to the side at her granddaughter. “Don’t cry, sweetie.” Maeve reached out and patted the five year old’s knee.
Mary looked at her grandmother and sniffled. “But, but,,,” She hiccupped.
“Let’s go, Mary!” her mother called out.
“Hush, Bridget!”
“Mam!”
“Mam nothing,” Maeve said. “Now, tell me what’s wrong, Mary.”
“If I put my shoes on, nobody’ll see my punkin socks,” Mary wailed.
“Is that all?” Maeve said.
Mary nodded.
“Come here and let Granny fix it.”
Mary scooted over next to her grandmother. Maeve gently picked up her granddaughter’s foot and pulled the sock off, much to everyone’s surprise. “Give me your toes,” she said softly. Mary giggled and put her foot on Maeve’s lap. Maeve put her granddaughter’s sock back on, but instead of tucking it up under her jeans, she pulled it up over said jeans. She repeated it again on the other foot. “Now, go get your shoes.”
“Okay!” Mary got up to go get her sneakers, which she had dropped by the front door.
“Really, Mam?”
“Yes, really, daughter.” Maeve smiled as she rose to her feet. “All she wanted was to be able to show off her new socks.” She chuckled at the look her daughter gave her. “I seem to remember someone else being just as stubborn at that age. Seriously, it was your grandmother who told me to simply ‘pick my battles.’ It was good, if at the time, I felt unwarranted advice, but it surprisingly works.” When Mary returned, she said, “Let me tie your shoes and I’ll teach how to do it when we get back, okay?”
“Okay, Granny!” Mary took her grandmother’s hand, after she tied her shoes for her. They met Bridget at the bottom of the stairs. “Let’s go, Mam!” Mary also took her mother’s hand.
Bridget sighed. Maybe her mother hand a point, but she also did not want her daughter thinking she could get her own way, if she put up a big enough fuss. At least they could get on their way now.
Author: kira
Table: Autumn: Images (Holiday Prompts)
Prompt: Image 13; a picture of feet/legs standing in the middle of some pumpkins and showing off a pair of socks with pumpkins on them.
Fandom: Original
Characters: Bridget O’Brien, her daughter Mary, and her mother Maeve Kennedy
Word count: 548
Rating: G
Summary: Bridget O’Brien gets a bit of motherly advice from her mother, when she and her daughter but heads…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Please also note that this was also written for Holiday Prompts Autumn: Images table.
Bridget stood at the bottom of the porch stairs and called out to her daughter, “Mary Margaret O’Brien! Put your shoes on and let’s go!” She folded her arms across her chest and glared at the five year old. “Now, hurry it up!”
Mary Margaret pouted and shook her head. She was close to tears and sat down next to the pumpkins on the carpeted porch. Just like her mother she folded her arms. “No!”
“Don’t you tell me no!” Bridget was fast losing her patience. She glanced over her shoulder at her own mother, who stood there, shaking with silent laughter, and frowned. Turning her attention back to her daughter, she said, “Don’t make me come up there and get you!”
“Let me try, dear,” Maeve Kennedy said, as she placed a hand on her daughter’s hand.
Bridget growled softly. She waved her hand in irritation at her stubborn daughter.
“Mary, be a good girl and put your shoes on so we can go, okay?” Maeve took a step towards the porch stairs. “If you want, I can help you.”
Mary shook her head. She took a ragged breath and started to cry.
“What’s wrong, child?” Maeve climbed the stairs. Reaching the top, she sat down and looked to the side at her granddaughter. “Don’t cry, sweetie.” Maeve reached out and patted the five year old’s knee.
Mary looked at her grandmother and sniffled. “But, but,,,” She hiccupped.
“Let’s go, Mary!” her mother called out.
“Hush, Bridget!”
“Mam!”
“Mam nothing,” Maeve said. “Now, tell me what’s wrong, Mary.”
“If I put my shoes on, nobody’ll see my punkin socks,” Mary wailed.
“Is that all?” Maeve said.
Mary nodded.
“Come here and let Granny fix it.”
Mary scooted over next to her grandmother. Maeve gently picked up her granddaughter’s foot and pulled the sock off, much to everyone’s surprise. “Give me your toes,” she said softly. Mary giggled and put her foot on Maeve’s lap. Maeve put her granddaughter’s sock back on, but instead of tucking it up under her jeans, she pulled it up over said jeans. She repeated it again on the other foot. “Now, go get your shoes.”
“Okay!” Mary got up to go get her sneakers, which she had dropped by the front door.
“Really, Mam?”
“Yes, really, daughter.” Maeve smiled as she rose to her feet. “All she wanted was to be able to show off her new socks.” She chuckled at the look her daughter gave her. “I seem to remember someone else being just as stubborn at that age. Seriously, it was your grandmother who told me to simply ‘pick my battles.’ It was good, if at the time, I felt unwarranted advice, but it surprisingly works.” When Mary returned, she said, “Let me tie your shoes and I’ll teach how to do it when we get back, okay?”
“Okay, Granny!” Mary took her grandmother’s hand, after she tied her shoes for her. They met Bridget at the bottom of the stairs. “Let’s go, Mam!” Mary also took her mother’s hand.
Bridget sighed. Maybe her mother hand a point, but she also did not want her daughter thinking she could get her own way, if she put up a big enough fuss. At least they could get on their way now.