>The alarm on your phone starts to play and you are woken up from your slumber.
>Reaching over to your nightstand, you swipe the screen and the music stops.
>For the most part, your phone has been reduced to an alarm clock and camera since you returned.
>At least it isn’t completely useless.
>The clock says ‘4:00 AM.’
>Rolling out of bed, you walk to your dresser and start to pick out clothes for the day.
>Since there isn’t anything formal planned for today, you settle on a more casual attire.
>Just jeans, an undershirt, and a kinda fancy button up short sleeve shirt.
>Still want to look a little nice today.
>Once dressed, you quietly walk out of your room and down the hallway.
>You take extra care to be silent as you pass near your mother’s room.
>She normally gets up early, but thankfully not this early.
>Which gives you a little over an hour to finish your plan.
>You continue on your way until you reach your destination.
>The Royal Kitchen.
>You open the door and see one of the night shift chefs turn to look at you.
>Once the unicorn sees it’s you he bows slightly.
>”Your highness, what brings you here? Would you like me to fix you something to eat?”
>That was one of the things nice about being royalty.
>You had an on call staff of cooks that would make you whatever you wanted whenever you asked for it.
“No thank you Fancy Feast.”
>You still need to force yourself not to laugh at his name.
>”Then… is there something I can do for you Prince Anonymous?”
“Well, if you really want, you can help me prep.”
>You say as you walk over to a cabinet and start rummaging through it.
>”Prep? As in, you are going to make something?”
>You bring out three large bowls and turn to look at him.
“Yeah, I was thinking about making some breakfast. But I’m still not a hundred percent about wher you keep things here, so I’d appreciate the help.”
>He trots up to your side and looks at the bowls and then to you.
>”What do you need?”
“A big griddle, eggs, flour, milk, bread, butter… oh, and some oranges and a juicer.”
>He nods and moves to another part of the kitchen while you set the bowls down on one of the tables.
>You turn to see him walking back towards you with everything you requested held in his magic.
>It’s times like this that you’re really envious of unicorns.
>He carefully places the items on the table.
>”And you’re sure you don’t want me to make you something?”
>He almost pleads.
“No thanks, this is something I need to do myself.”
>He probably thinks you don’t know what you’re doing or will possibly destroy the kitchen.
>Not that you can blame him actually.
>Here he is, a probably classically trained chef watching you, a presumably spoiled rich kid walk into his kitchen and try and make things yourself.
>Or maybe he just doesn’t know how well hands can work when making food.
>You crack an egg and drop it into one of the bowls.
>Growing up the way you did, you had to learn how to do things for yourself.
>That included cooking.
>You were no five star chef, but you liked to think your food was good.
>You continue to add ingredients, mix, and occasionally pour what you made onto the frying pan Fancy Feast provided.
>His uneasiness with you cooking started to disappear as he watched you work.
>You eventually have a very large and ample breakfast selection available.
>Smiling, you wipe your forehead with the back of your hand.
>This is going to be great.
>Now for the juice.
>You turn and see Fancy slicing the last of the oranges in half.
>You walk over and pick up one of the orange pieces.
“Didn’t want me to cut myself or something?”
>You say as you start to juice it.
>”Partially, but also because you looked so preoccupied with what you were doing. I thought you could use the assistance.”
“Well I did. Thanks.”
>You tell him and finish with the oranges.
>With juice in hand, you begin to put everything you just made onto a large serving tray.
>You pull your phone from your pocket and see it is a little after five in the morning.
>Alright, you’re almost done.
>Just waiting for-
>A knock at the door gets your attention.
>It opens slightly an older earth pony sticks her head inside.
>”H-hello? Prince Anonymous?”
“Evergreen.”
>You smile and walk to her.
“There’s my favorite grounds keeper. So, were you able to find them?”
>You ask crouching down to her level.
>She smiles before moving her head back to one of her saddle bags.
>She pulls out a bushel of flowers and hands them to you.
>… Or, mouths them to you actually.
>Probably best not to think about it too much.
>”As requested your highness, one dozen each of the most beautiful yellow and peach roses.”
“Perfect, thanks so much! Now I just need something to put them in.”
>You start scanning the kitchen for a vase.
>People keep those things in kitchens all the time right?
>”Oh, I already took the liberty your highness.”
>She says while reaching into her other saddle bag and brings out a crystal vase.
“Thank you so so much Evergreen.”
>You say while hugging her.
“Hey, you haven’t eaten yet have you?”
>She shakes her head no.
“Well then you are in for a treat. Hey, Fancy Feast.”
>You call out to your chef.
>”Yes your majesty?”
“This is Evergreen, please make her anything she would like to eat.”
>He nods in affirmation.
>You fill the vase with water and put the flowers into it.
>Yellow in the center with the orange ones on the outside.
>You try your best to fashion them into a replica of your mother’s cutie mark.
>Satisfied, you gather the food and walk out the kitchen.
“I’ll see you two later on then.”
>You tell them as you exit.
>You’re cutting it close but you should still have time.
>You are walking down the hallway as fast as possible with the tray without spilling anything, trying to get to your mother’s chambers.
>You are almost there, just a little farther.
>You then see a guard walking towards the door to your mother’s room.
>Ah Crap.
>That must be her wake up call.
>Is he early or are you late?
>”Wait, wait, wait, wait!”
>You whisper yell at him.
>Luckily he hears you and stops right before he knocks on the door.
>”Prince Anonymous, shall I announce you?”
“No, no, no, this is supposed to be a surprise. Let me handle waking her up.”
>”Alright, if you say so sir.”
>He turns and walks back the way he came.
>That was a close one.
>Balancing the tray, you manage to knock on the door.
“Princess Celestia?”
>”…Yes?”
“This is your morning wake up call, as requested.”
>”… Anon? Is that you?”
“Yes.”
>”What are you doing up so early?”
“This might be easier to explain if you let me in.”
>The handle glows golden and turns, then the door is engulfed in magic and opens.
>You walk inside with the tray of food and place it on the bed next to her.
>”Anonymous? Sunshine, what is all this?”
>She asks surprised.
“Oh not much, just a little something I whipped together for you.”
>”You made all this?”
“Yup. Now, you have your choice of pancakes, French toast, regular toast, eggs, sunny side up of course, and a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. I hope you like it mom.”
>She is examining the bounty before her, as well as the flowers you arranged for her and looks back to you.
>”Oh sweetheart, this must have taken you a long time to make. You didn’t need to do all this for me.”
“Don’t worry about it. And after all you’ve done for me, it is the least I can do. Besides, can’t have you raising the sun on an empty stomach now can we?”
>She smiles and kisses your cheek.
>”Thank you my little ray of sunshine. But I think I would prefer to raise the sun a little early today and then enjoy a nice meal with my son. How does that sound?”
“That sound great actually.”
>She gets up from her bed and goes to the balcony in her room.
>You follow next to her and stop at the railing.
>You watch as closes her eyes and concentrates.
>Her horn glows and ever so slowly, the sun starts to become seen over the horizon.
>The colors paint the sky as it gets higher and higher.
“No matter how many times I see that, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.”
>She smiles and leans into you.
>You wrap an arm around her neck and hug her close.
“Happy Mother’s Day mom. I love you.”
>”Thank you my sunshine, I love you too.”
>You both just stay there, admiring her work and enjoying being next to one another.
>“Now, how about breakfast? It seems I have far too much for one pony. Would you like to share mine?”
>You chuckle.
“Sure mom, that sounds great.”
>You both return to her bed and start to eat together.
>Even though the day just started, you already know.
>Today was a good day.