Username: MotherMother
Name: Fleur
Name meaning: Flower in French
Gender: Male
Extra: Paws thumped rhythmically on the smooth hard wood floor as Fleur pranced through the house, swinging Todd, his favourite stuffed rabbit, in his arms.
"Slow down, my little flower," cooed his mother's voice, who sat in an overstuffed red armchair quietly reading her book. Fleur skidded to a stop and tossed Todd in the air, watched him soar, then caught him as he spun around. He brought the toy to mum and climbed up on her lap, and curled up next to Todd. ''Ma, how did I get my name?" He asked, his big round eyes sparkling with curiousity. A strand of hair covered his eyes and his mom gently pushed it behind his ear.
''Well," she began, her familiar voice as comforting as a hot cup of cocoa. ''When daddy and I went on our very first date, he brought me a beautiful, crisp flower. It's petals were sugary and sparkled in the sun. The aroma was enticing. The colours were more impressive than the most exotic bird. I told him it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. He'd always reply, 'not as beautiful as you, my dear'" She rubbed his back as the story went on, ''Every year afterwards, on our anniversary, he'd bring me one flower for every year we've been together. Soon we had a whole bouquet!" She sighed, lost in the past.
''Then, when you were born, I found out I was wrong, the flower was not the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. At least, not anymore." She leaned down to give him a kiss on the forehead. He giggled, her hair tickling his face.
''As soon as you got old enough, I took you out into the big garden on the other side of town. Pointed out the flower dad gave me on our first date. You said It was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. And do you remember what I said back to you?" She smiled down at Fleur. He shook his head.
''I said, 'not as beautiful as you, my dear.'''