Becoming the Luna

The sun streams into the little bakery shop, it's still pretty early in the morning but it's already so bright, Dia ascribes it to one of the things that come with living in the city.

It's so busy out, cars driving by in a hurry and people moving around in even more of a hurry, no one seems to have the time to sit at the comfortable tables to savor the warm pastries, the few that do all but gobbling them down just to be on their way again.

It's business as usual for the curvy Werewolf as most of the people coming in her bakery took their orders to go.

"Mom, we're running out of the blueberry muffins." A young lady with dark brown hair in a pale pink apron with a diamond embroidered over it says, standing behind the counter and trying to get her mother's attention.

Dia turned around to her only daughter, she had come to check on something and then got lost in thought staring out the windows of the bakery. "We are?" She blinks in surprise, she had just made a couple of fresh batches less than an hour ago.

"Yeah, and Dream is busy with the cupcakes... hello, what's your order please." She cuts herself off to attend to the customer in front of her, unsurprisingly the person bought a couple of the blueberry muffins and she was relieved to see her mom head into the kitchen.

Deidre was worried about her mom, she kept getting increasingly distracted and she knew it was because her dad had gone on one of his nameless trips again.

In her opinion, her mom should have left the annoying man but she knew that her mom loved him even though it was no secret that he cheated on her.

Deidre just brushes her wispy hair away from her face, her bright blue eyes concerned as she attends to the next customer.

Dia hurried in the kitchen to see her youngest son retrieving delicious smelling cupcakes from the oven, all her children worked so hard and helped her out, it made her so sad that they had to go through all the trouble.

"Done with the cupcakes?" She asks, even though she already knows, washing her hand at the sink.

Dream turns around with the platter of steaming little cakes and places them on the counter to cool. "Yes, mom." He smiles wearily at her, reaching around himself to undo the ties of his apron. "You wanted me to take some muffins to Miss Jacobs…"

Dia was barely listening, getting lost in thought again, she knew living in the busy city with so many humans wore on her youngest son the most.

Blending in wasn't too difficult for Beta wolves but Alpha and Omegas had it harder, it was also made more complicated because he was male. A male Omega was even worse.

"Mom? Mom? Are you okay?" Dream asks in worry, moving closer to her, she had been staring at a spot without blinking for a while.

"What?" Dia breaks out of her thoughts to see her son staring up at her with concern in his beautiful blue-grey eyes.

"I was talking about the muffins? For Mrs. Jacob?" He repeats himself, not bothering to undo his blonde hair packed in a messy ponytail, he was just going across then down the street and when he came back, he would continue baking.

"Oh, yes, sorry dear, let me just grab it." Dia apologizes, moving around the kitchen to get a small white box. "Be careful when you're crossing the road, Dream…" She starts to advise, coming over with the confectionery box.

Dream pouts. "I'm not five…"

"No, you're twenty-one yet you manage to get distracted by practically everything." Dia scolds him.

Dream just keeps quiet, knowing she's not wrong. "Fine, I'll be careful…"

"Did you use your scent suppressants?" Dia interrupts him again, moving the box far away from his outstretched hands as she proceeds to sniff him. "I can barely catch anything over the scents in the bakery."

"O-Of c-course mom!" Dream says, flustered and affronted. "Just give me the muffins, let me be on my way." He sighs.

He didn't like the scent suppressants because they made him feel bland and colorless if that even was a thing but they were a necessary evil.

"Or maybe, Deidre could take it to her, I don't like you going out all by yourself." Dia frowns.

Dream's face fell, he had been looking forward to taking the short walk through the colorful city because most of his time was either spent in the house or the bakery's kitchen, it got monotonous.

"Then who would handle the orders." He points out calmly, knowing that if he sounded too excited, his mom would definitely call off his trip. "Besides I go there every day, what's different today?"

"Or Darian could go." Dia continues musing, ignoring her son.

"Mom!" Dream whines.

"Alright, fine, you can go but don't get distracted by kittens or puppies or babies or…"

"I understand, mom." He says dryly, taking the box of muffins from her. "I'm off now!"

"Be careful, Dream." She calls after him, watching him bound out the door and unsurprised when most of the people seated instantly looked in his direction.

She really wanted to protect him but his lack of a danger radar was proving really inconvenient, maybe she shouldn't have named him 'Dream' because he seemed to live like life was a dream and the whole world was his dream world.

That was dangerous because the world wasn't all cream and roses on a spring morning but Dream didn't know that.

"He'll be fine." Deidre's voice interrupts her thinking. "And you've been getting lost in your thoughts way too often mom, sure you're okay?" She asks in worried concern, backing the bakery as she looked into the kitchen from the window in the wall that was used to pass orders, it had a sliding door that was currently wide open.

"Yes, Deidre I'm just fine." Dia huffs out, upset at herself for letting her inner turmoil show, today was their last day in the city - maybe that's why it was so busy - and she couldn't help but feel like it wasn't the best thing to do.

"Of course," Deidre answers with obvious sarcasm, parting her messy bun. "Aren't you supposed to be doing something?"

Dia blinks, looks down at her hands, and up at her daughter, blinking again. "I am?"

"Yes." Deidre rolls her eyes in exasperation. "The muffins, mom, the muffins."

"Oh." Dia mumbles, realization hitting her. "Go back to work." She grumbles at the smug look on her daughter's face, sliding the window shut.