blondexhurricane:

teddyaltmcn:

“What makes you think you didn’t,
honey?”   Teddy  asked,  instantly
concerned.  Dropping  her  charts,
she  made  her way over to where
her daughter  was sat, taking hold
of her hand.

“Is it just a mom thing or something, or how do
you always know exactly the right things to say
when I need to hear them the most?” A little bit
of reassurance and encouragement went a long
way, especially when it was all coming from the
person she admired and respected over anyone
else. Besides, Teddy was right. If Delia was truly
p a s s i o n a t e  about her dream,  n o t h i n g
would be able to stand in her way of achieving it.

                “I know. You’ll always be here for me, even when I’m
                all grown up with a life and a family of my own.” Delia
                matched Teddy’s warm smile with one of her own as
                she spoke. “Just as long as you know that it runs both
                ways. Now that you’ve officially solved all of my most
                recent problems, if there’s anything you feel like you
                want to talk about, I’m ready to listen, whatever it is.”

“When  you become a mother, you’ll know,”  Teddy smiled,
relieved that she’d put her daughter’s  pretty  little  mind  at
ease once more. In some ways, Delia was very much  like
her  —  clinical  in  her worries, stubbornly cynical,  but so
passionate  in  her  dreams.  It was the little things like this
that made Teddy so incredibly proud of her daughter every
single day.

                “And,  thank  you,  Delia.  You  don’t  know  how  much   it
                means to me to hear you say that,” Teddy glowed, kissing
                the  top  of  Delia’s  head.  “But don’t you go worrying over
                your mother, now. It’s not your job.”