Mother and Mine-2, by lambcaeyPart 2
Remy's Mother/Colette's Baby
I never knew about my own mom until I asked him about it when I was a teenage rat. He didn't want to talk about it when I was little, but that time, he felt that I was old enough to know the truth.
I was over in the old lady's attic when my dad began telling me a long story about what happened to my mother.
"Son, your mom..was the most wonderful rat I had ever known. She was loving, hard-working, and had the kindest heart I had ever seen in anybody."
Django and his wife, Rachel, a slender, blue female rat, scampered out into the rain, near the road by Mabel's driveway, and spotted a tiny, brown baby rat crying near the mouth of a sewer.
"We used to live in Rouen, a city near Paris, in the sewers. We found your brother, Emile, all alone in the streets, a baby orphan rat with nowhere to stay, so we decided to take him in as our own. He sure loved garbage when he was little."
Rachel handed baby Emile a piece of molded cheese on a button plate
Mother and Mine-1, by lambcaeyRatatouille: Your Mother and Mine (updated)
THIS FIC CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS!!
It was May 25 in Paris, on the Fête des Mères, also known as Mother's Day. All over France, mothers were excused from work to be treated to elegant dinners, flowers and gifts, and family outings. Thousands of French families were able to enjoy this day with their dear mère, or mother.
Linguini was clearing up his apartment because he and his wife, Colette, were going to have a baby soon. I wasn't surprised that the two even came together in the first place. Somehow, Linguini managed to suck up the courage to ask her to marry him, and now, Colette was due any day. As she sat there on the couch smiling at him, rubbing her hand on her round belly, Linguini took out a dusty old chest that he kept under his couch, and I looked over to see what it was.
"Oh, hey, Little Chef. I was just looking through some of my old things, and getting rid of the stuff I don't need anymore, and making room for when