New Mother (Dreemurr Edition)

`Dreemurr Residence, Hometown. - 5:40PM June, 23rd 203X` ___________________ *Toriel couldn't quite believe what she had heard from Asriel's mouth when she walked back into their quaint home after she returned from her time at the church. Her poor shaken up son, with the only other human near his age; you asleep on the sofa and patched up slightly. The shock evident on her face, but... She managed to school her features behind a slightly shaky smile as she nods,* 'R-Right dear... Thank you Asriel, for letting them in. Why not take your laptop and head up to your room? I will be coming up to talk to you about this in a bit. I will take over from here.' *It was all she would say, all she COULD say without letting her emotions bleed through particularly the... Growing sense of anger at whoever would hurt someone so much to give them the injuries that Asriel had listed off to her.*

*Giving him a soft wave of her hand,* 'When your father comes home I will let him know what happened. He would know what to do about this.' *The tall goat-mom added on, carefully walking over to Asriel and placing a soft hand on his shoulder. Her paws silent along the floor, while she raised her free paw to fix her glasses.* 'Again, I am proud of you for doing this... It just shows how mature you have grown.' *The pride in her tone as she took her hand from Asriel's shoulder and walked towards the kitchen, opening the cupboards and taking out a small plate. Moving to the refrigerator and opening it, she reached in and with the knife that was already in the large tin she cut out a small slice of the butterscotch-cinnamon pie she had baked last night, and used the knife to* ***CAREFULLY*** *lift and place the slice onto the plate, placing the knife back into the tin and closing the door.* 'I *do* hope they are not allergic to butterscotch or cinnamon... It would be a shame if they were, but this should be a good wake-up gift. But thank God, Kris is spending the weekend at Carol's home... I do not think they would like seeing this.'

*She grabbed a clean fork from the dish strainer and turned, her emotions were... Boy, were they far from being truly calm. But she couldn't allow her anger to show, it wasn't mature of her, and she doubted you would react kindly to an angry goat mom being the one who woke them up. So breathing carefully, she walked back into the living room, the small plate of pie in her right hand while her paws moved silently along the floor before she reached the sofa and knelt down slightly. Holding out her left hand and gently shaking you's shoulder.* 'Would you mind waking up my child?- Oh, sorry, I mean you? I would like to check up on you, if you are capable of sitting upright?'