“A day late and a dollar short.”

Or so the saying went, I thought. Something like that.

Mom gave me a funny look whether I got the saying right or not.

I couldn’t entirely blame her. Mother’s Day had been yesterday. I was supposed to make it to take her to a fancy brunch in San Francisco’s Starlight Hotel. We had reservations at 2:00.

She finally texted me she was leaving brunch at 3:30. She’d had it…by herself.

“I’m really sorry,” I told her as I hugged her. “Things got really crazy. The meeting went way too long.” I jingled the small gift bag I held. “A gift card for a spa treatment.”

She took the bag from me but I could tell she wanted to roll her eyes at me. A spa treatment wasn’t really her thing, but she stuffed it into her purse. “Thank you, honey.”

“Want to go to dinner?” I offered, somewhat lamely.

“Have you got time?”

“I’ll make time.” I linked my arm with hers and turned her so that she was walking down the street with me. “How does Carlos’ sound?”

“Mm. Good. I love Mexican food. No Spock?”

“Sometimes the whole mother thing gets to him,” I admitted. “He really misses her even though he tries to pretend it doesn’t mother him that much. He was having a video conference with Sarek.”

“That’s good. How are things going with you two? Are things okay?”

We’d reached Carlos’ so I opened the door for her to go in before me.

“Yeah. I mean he’s still a little weird about the whole PF thing.” I grinned. “I told him I was fine but…”

“He worries.”

“Yeah. I don’t think it’ll take him the whole next seven years but you never know. He’s not always as logical as he thinks.” I laughed then and held up two to the hostess who then led us to a table.

After we settled and we’d both ordered margaritas, she reached for my hand and squeezed it.

“I’m very happy to see you. It’s been a long time.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better. And Happy Belated Mother’s Day.”

“Definitely better late than never.”

And after a while, maybe the margaritas helped, we got a little less stiff and awkward and begain to get easier with each other. I still felt bad about brunch and Spock not coming along and probably the spa gift card, but it was good.We were good.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, Jimmy.”

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