Mothers' Day (2P!England x Reader)

__________________ got up and yawned. Matthew was already gone and she had freshened up in the bathroom. Around eleven, she grabbed her keys and head into town. Today was Mothers’ Day and she wasn’t going to miss it. She couldn’t miss it. She couldn’t help but smile as she drove into town. It felt like eternity since she’s been there. Usually she just went directly to the Bakery or anywhere else. She drove down a familiar neighborhood, her neighborhood. She tried to avoid passing down from her house’s side as much as possible but today, it made her feel nostalgic. For years her bad memories clouded the good times she had on this street. She parked in front of her old house. She couldn’t help but stare at it.

“Do you love breaking my heart? You’ve killed all of the love I’ve ever had for you! You probably sucked dick for that money. You think he loves you? Why buy the cow when you get the milk for free you filthy hussy!”

Her chest heaved as she tried not to think about it. She got out of her car and made her way to the door. She gently knocked on the door. Dad answered.

“_________________?”

“Hey Dad,” he grinned and hugged her tightly.

“Good to see you! How have you been?!”

“Good! Can’t complain! You?”

“Never better. Enjoying retirement and me and Madame have been dating,”

“YOU and Madame?!”

“Yeah…she’s a lovely woman and believe it or not Eoin introduced us,” she chuckled, “Are you okay with us dating?”

“Dad, it’s your life and you need to get back in the saddle,” he grinned and kissed her forehead. She said her goodbyes and headed down the street. Her parents divorced some time ago. after the wedding fiasco and the Roma incident, he could no longer deal with such a woman and he finally had enough and left, not before (A/RC)’s mother beat the living shit out of her and saying ‘Snitches get stitches’. ________________ didn’t care in fact she was going to see her true mother. The only person in her entire life she ever thought was her mother…who literately taught her how to be a woman.

“Okay Poppet, I know it looks silly but all women have to wear them,”

“But they’re so uncomfortable!” she whined. Artie chuckled.

“That’s because you’re wearing the wrong one. Here, try this one,” she nodded and went because the privacy screen and came out wearing a new bra, “Well?”

“It’s a little better. Why can’t I just go braless?”

“Well you can but it’ll bring some unwanted attention and chaffing. Around the house is fine but outside walking about, things will get cold and perk up, and your clothes rubbing against them will make you feels very uncomfortable,” he hands her another bra. She went behind the screen, “How’s that one?”

“Perfect! How did you know?!”

“It wasn’t easy I can tell you! I had to wear a fake chest to get them to find the perfect one!” she smiled and hugged him tightly.

“Thanks Artie,”

She smiled at the memory as she walked on. Artie as always been there when she needed him and if not him, Francis, or the brothel girls. She had some more pep in her step as she remembered another memory.

“You wash your face first like this, then you apply the toner, then you apply the moisturizer,” said Artie.

“Got it!”

“Next, for special occasions, you add on the primer like so,” he said pouring out a little bit in his hands and putting it all over his face. She followed suit.

“What’s primer for?”

“It’s so the makeup can last longer and not settle too much into your pores, next you put on your make up. It can be liquid or powder. We’ll do the powder today,” she followed Artie he allied using a makeup brush, “May sure you get under your neck and the side so it’ll look natural,”

“Okay,” he looked at her and smiled approvingly.

“Perfect! Now here’s some lipstick. This is your lip tone. Now watch me,” he opened his mouth into a weird teeth covering stretch. She watched as he applied the lipstick. Then he pressed his together and smacked. She giggled, “Your turn,” she did the same. He grinned, “You’re all set!” he handed her a mirror. Se eagerly takes it.

“….I look the same,” he smiled

“What did you expect?”

“I don’t know, a hotter, no puberty version of me?”

“That’s not how it works love. Makeup is supposed to enhance your features naturally not to make you beautiful. You’re already beautiful inside,” he smiled, “And this mineral makeup, it’ll help your skin in the long run and keep your mother from popping them and blemishing your skin,”

“Thanks Artie!” she hugged him

“Anytime Poppet!”

“The FUCK you two!” Francis walked on the pair’s make up session. He grabbed some makeup remover and proceeded to wipe Artie’s face clean

“FRANNY!”

“Franny my French Ass!” he glanced over at ________________, “You look nice,”

“Thank you!”

She laughed. Artie taught her a lot of things and if he didn’t know how…he would find someone better at the task. Like when she needed to gracefully walk in heels for a Cotillion event her mother forced her into.

“I hate heels and when this is over, I’m never getting into a pair of stilettos again,” because _____________ was new to the cotillion world, Artie asked Francine to come down for a week of lessons to prepare her for one of several major balls and gathering. She immediately accepted and gave her future daughter weeks long lessons.

“You could have gone with the chunky heel,” said Matt gulping down a beer.

“Those cotillion bitches are brutal,” said Francine, “The first sign of weakness and they’ll turn into a pecking party with ______________ as their bait,”

“Ugh. Miss Francine, how did you survive cotillion?”

“Beauty, grace, poise, and I had Francis fuck those little cunts and purposely got them caught by their fathers, ruining all marriage proposals they’ve ever had. A few got sent off to nunneries. No one calls me a bleached blonde bimbo and gets away with it,”

“Now I remembered why I married you,” said Francis grinning and kissing his wife. She blushes and bats him away.

“Later mon amour,”

“So you’re going to teach me how to walk in heels Miss Francine?”

“Ma Petite! It’s just Francine! And Non not me, we got the best person in the world to teach you! Come on out lapine!” __________________ looked up to see a familiar brown complexion, in fishnets coming out in bright red stilettos. Alfred proudly went over to _________________. He showed off his pumps.

“See these? This is how you rock them,”

“You naughty boy!”

“Damn it Francine! As if they boy didn’t have enough issues!”

“He’s the perfect little fuck boy!”

“Yeah I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” said Matt opening another beer. Alfred waltzed over to him and shoved his ass into Matt’s face.

“Like what you see sailor,”

PUNCH!

“OW MY MONEY MAKER! You bruised my ass!”

“If it ever comes into contact with my face again I’m going to shove that stiletto up your ass,”

____________________ hopped onto the porch chuckling to herself. She rang the doorbell and waited. A few moments later, Artie came to the door. He perked up when he saw her.

“____________________? What a pleasant surprise! I just got back home from having breakfast with Mumsy and the others! Come in! Come in!”

“Actually I’m here on business,” she said smiling

“Oh? What’s the matter?! Do you need something? Oh dear is everything okay!”

“I’m fine…it’s just that….I’m here to take my mother out for Mothers’ day,” Artie looked at her puzzled until she offered her arm. He froze, “Artie…you were there for me my entire life growing up and I know mothers are suppose to be women but you’re the closest thing in the entire world I’ve ever had to a full time, always there when I need her, mother and I want to spend my mothers’ day with you,”

“POPPET!” Artie jumped into her arms and hugged her tightly. She hugged him back and cried as well. He took out his handkerchief and dried her eyes. She grinned. Even when she was all grown up, he was still mothering her. He grabbed his coat and they walked together side by side down the street.