Bobby's Day [Ronnie Anne][Bobby Jr.][/tlvg/]

>May 23rd is a tense time in the Loud/Santiago household.
>Usually it's not a big deal, Bobby and his dad would have to be careful, stay out of her way, but it was mostly fine.
>His mother would stay on the couch, watch cheesy movies, heat up some food that Abuelita dropped off, and go to bed early.
>Bobby never asked about it, it was just part of growing up in the household; like painting candy skulls and having all of his aunts over for Christmas, well, most of them.

>This year, there was a complication. Loan.
>Bobby was awakened, along with half the neighborhood, with his parent's bedroom door bursting open and slamming against the wall.
>Breakfast was tense. Mom was making eggs and flapjacks.
>She set down Dad's plate first, then Bobby's then hers.
>She was about to sit down when Loan piped up.
>"Um... did you forget about me? It's okay if you did."
>Loan could produce anxiety and imagined grudges out of thin air, but she could not sense the killing intent sitting inches from her.
>His mother pushed her plate across the table, silently. "How could I forget about you...?"
>"Oh, thank you." Loan says as she started eating.
>His mother stands and walks out of the kitchen, heading straight for the living room to stake her claim.
>"So, uh, Loan, what were your plans for today?" His dad said, just above a mutter.
>"I was gonna play some games, lay around the house, really." Loan says, laughing just a bit.
>"How about we have a father-daughter day? Does that sound good? Go to the mall, see a movie, go to an arcade?"
>"Th-that sounds awesome!" Loan says, almost choking on eggs.
>"What about me, Dad?" Bobby says, a bit of a whine leeching into his voice.
>"I think you should stay here. Spend some time with your mom, make sure she doesn't burn down the house."
>"She wouldn't do that." Bobby laughs.
>"...Yeah. That would be crazy." Lincoln laughs nervously.

>Bobby scooches onto the couch quietly. His mother looks over at him, a pile of blankets and pillows around her.
>"Where'd they go?" She asks hollowly, she really isn't concerned.
>"Father-daughter day, they said." Bobby says.
>"Hmm." Ronnie says as she restarts the movie, some cheesy rom-com. Not her type of movie at all.
>Bobby watches it intently, he kind of likes it, except for the protagonists are kind of clueless and stubborn.
>"Do you like this movie?" Bobby asks, as the musci swells and the couple kiss in front of a fountain.
>"No." Ronnie Anne says, wiping away a tear. "I really hate it actually."
>There's a moment of silence that Bobby just knows he's not to break.
>"Why do you watch then? If you hate it?" Bobby says quietly.
>"Because these were my brother's favorite movies." His mother said, even quieter.
>"Do you- do you want to tell me about him? About Uncle Bobby?" He says as the credits start to roll.
>There's more silence.
>"He was such a sweet guy. He would do anything for anyone. Never- he never said a bad thing about anyone." Bobby's mother ducks her head underneath the thick, fuzzy blanket. "I miss him everyday..."
>"Am I like him?" Bobby asks.
>"...Yeah, get over here..." His mother says as she motions with her blanket-clothed arms. Bobby nods and scoots over and is engulfed by blanket. "You have the same eyes, and smile, and you are a sweetheart. I bet you'll be a heartbreaker too, you- you..."
>Then the tears began to really come, Bobby instinctively went to hold his mother and she wrapped him up tighter, her nails digging into his skin.
>"Pl-please, no matter what happens, don't leave me alone..." She whimpers. "Bobby..."

>From then on, on May 23rd, Bobby and his mother would watch movies, cuddle on the couch, and eat food that Abuelita made. No matter what.