Birthday Bash and Broken Glass
Anne was a lot of things, spontaneous, headstrong, energetic, and wild, but she was also very loving when she wanted to be. Anne often, not always, had the best intentions whenever she did something. As she mixed the ingredients for a cake, intended for her mother's birthday, the batter was getting everywhere. This was one of those times when she didn't mean to be chaotic. Kitty, who was surrounded by sugar and other powdered ingredients was happily mixing the icing while Cathy tried to make sense of the instructions.
"When did you say your mum supposed to be home again?" Cathy questioned nervously as she took in the state the kitchen was in as she slowly sat the cookbook down on the counter. Kitty shrugged licking her fingers free of icing as she hummed kicking her legs happily. Anne whirled around to glance at the clock on the microwave, carefully steadying the stool she was kneeling on when it tipped to the side slightly.
"Uh, six-thirty give or take." She exclaimed as she let out a breath, glad that it was only three-thirty.
"Maybe we should start cleaning up soon…" Cathy reasoned and Anne nodded confidently.
"Right! But first, let's get this cake in the oven!" She thrust the mixing spoon into the air like a sword, in the process flicking batter throughout the room and its occupants.
"Anne really." Cathy huffed, wiping the concoction from her curls and Anne giggled merrily.
"Sorry Cathy, now what do we preheat the oven to?" She demanded while bouncing in place, obviously, she'd snuck too much of the sugary ingredients, Cathy shook her head fondly at Anne before she glanced back at the cookbook.
"It says 350 for 40 minutes...uh Anne didn't your mum say you weren't allowed to use the oven or any of the kitchen stuff?" Cathy questioned nervously and Anne waved her concern away.
"Nah it's for her birthday so it's alright. " she reasoned excited to surprise her mum. "Besides we'll bake her cake and clean up before she even gets home." She reasoned picking up the large glass bowl in her arms as Cathy started pressing buttons to preheat the oven. Anne was just about to pour the mixture into a pan when Cathy interrupted her train of thought.
"Uh, Anne when did you say your mum would be home?" Cathy whispered looking out the window, Anne huffed in irritation at Cathy's repeated question.
"I already told you six!" She exclaimed just as Kitty knocked the bowl of icing all down the front of herself. "Kitty why!? Now we'll have to make more! There better be blue food coloring left!" She growled her hands shaking from holding the bowl up, as she tried to pour the batter into the circular pans once more.
"Cause your mum just pulled up…" Cathy whispered and the bowl slipped from Anne's hands.
"Girls I'm home, I got off early…" Jane's exclamation was cut off by a loud crash. Glass and cake batter went everywhere, the kitchen was a disaster, there was no cake...Anne's eyes misted over with unshed tears. Jane ran down the hallway coming to a stop in the doorway of the kitchen. "What in the world…" she muttered in disbelief.
"Don't worry mum we'll clean it up!" Anne exclaimed brightly, trying to salvage what little was left of her mum's birthday surprise.
"Yeah, we'll clean it up!" Kitty exclaimed licking her arm. Anne went to hop from the stool, Jane took in her bare feet and called out too late.
"Anne wait!"
Anne landed in the glass and batter and cried out, feeling the pain rise through her. But she promised she'd clean up. So she dropped to her knees and started trying to scoop the glass ridden batter up with her hands, but blood was everywhere making the task impossible.
"Stop!" Her mum grabbed her up by the elbows and quickly sat her on the kitchen table. Anne took this as anger rather than worry and promptly burst into tears. Jane saw the blood running down her daughter's knees, feet and hands, and quickly grabbed a dish towel and wrapped her feet then did the same with her knees and hands. Swiftly she moved through the glass and grabbed Cathy and Kitty and got them out of the kitchen. "Cathy will you get your mother for me please?" Jane requested and the shell-shocked nine-year-old nodded confidently before taking off to grab her mama.
"Anne's gonna die! Anne's gonna die!" Kitty sobbed from the doorway, still covered all over with bright blue icing.
"Kitty, Anne is gonna be just fine, alright? Now I need you to go to the bathroom and clean yourself up love, okay?" She soothed and Kitty tearfully nodded before rushing down the hall. Being a pediatrician helped a lot with the situation and kept Jane slightly calm though she was slightly unsettled still seeing her daughter covered in blood. Swiftly she shut off the oven and crunched through the glass back to Anne.
"I-I'm so-sorry mommy...I didn't mean to ruin your b-b-birthday." Anne whimpered as soon as her mum got close. Jane's heart broke for her baby as Anne went to rub her face, Jane quickly wiped her tears and scooped Anne up.
"You didn't ruin anything love, being with my girls is all I need for my birthday." She soothed as Catherine Aragon came through the door, her eyes widened at the sight of Anne..
"I'm sorry to ask this of you Catherine but will you watch Kitty for me, I have to get Anne to the ER, she's got glass everywhere. " Jane reasoned and Catherine nodded.
"Of course." She promised, Cathy rushed to Jane's side.
"Can I come? So Anne isn't scared." Both mothers nodded and the three ladies were off.
"Anne, should you be out here with your injuries?" Cathy questioned nervously as she leaned against the fence. Anne shrugged picking at her bandages that stretched from her toes to mid-thigh. Her hands also had bandages but they were less restrictive.
"If I have to sit in that house another minute I'll suffocate." She whispered bitterly. Cathy sighed shaking her head at Anne's dramatics.
"Anne you come inside right now, mommy said!" Kat ordered from the front door.
"Ugh, I'm fine Kitty!" She exclaimed sharply before dramatically flopping to the ground. "I'm gonna go crazy." She grumbled and Cathy snickered.
"Just be careful you nut."
"Aren't I always?" Anne questioned with a sparkle of mirth shining in her eyes.
"ANNE BOLEYN SEYMOUR YOU HAVE THE COUNT OF TEN TO GET YOURSELF BACK IN THIS HOUSE!"
"Yup definitely. "Cathy snickered as Anne sat up and gave her best friend a pout before staggering back towards her house. Cathy smirked at her antics.
"Are you trying to hurt yourself worse!?" Cathy heard Jane admonish her injured friend. Cathy snickered, never a dull moment with Anne.