It was a bright Saturday morning, and the sun had just started peeking over the horizon, casting a soft glow over the quiet town. The birds chirped, and the smell of fresh coffee drifted through the air. Inside the house, Jotaro Kujo was slowly waking up to the sound of his alarm, but today was no ordinary day—it was Mother’s Day.

Jotaro stretched, his usual cool and collected demeanor still present, even as he rubbed his eyes. He glanced at the clock—7:00 AM. Perfect. He was already up before his wife, who would definitely appreciate that on this special day. He smiled slightly, a rare expression, before rolling out of bed.

Just as he was about to head downstairs, a small voice broke the silence.

“Dad, is it time yet?” Jolyne’s voice called out from the hallway. Her soft footsteps grew louder as she made her way to the bedroom door.

Jotaro turned and raised an eyebrow. “Jolyne... you’re awake already?” he asked, clearly not expecting her to be so early, especially since it was the weekend.

Jolyne grinned mischievously, her green hair tousled from sleep. “I couldn’t sleep! It’s Mother’s Day! We need to make sure Mom has the best day ever, right?”

Jotaro let out a short laugh, which made Jolyne smile even wider. “You’ve got the right idea. Let’s get downstairs and start working on the surprise.”

Jolyne nodded eagerly, practically bouncing with excitement. “I’ve been thinking about it all week! I want to do something special, like... make breakfast for Mom!” she said, her voice full of enthusiasm.

Jotaro didn’t even flinch at the idea. He was used to the fact that, despite her rebellious nature and tough exterior, Jolyne was still his little girl and cared deeply about those she loved. She had inherited his stubbornness and drive, but also his quiet affection.

“Alright, let’s do it,” he said. “But no messing around. We need everything to go smoothly.”

Jolyne giggled. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this. You just follow my lead.”

As the two of them made their way into the kitchen, Jotaro set to work on his task: making the coffee. He knew how much his wife loved her morning cup. Meanwhile, Jolyne tackled the more challenging task of cooking breakfast, something that was completely out of her comfort zone.

“Ugh, why is the pancake batter so sticky?” Jolyne grumbled as she tried to flip a pancake and failed miserably.

Jotaro, ever the steady force, watched his daughter struggle for a moment before walking over and gently taking the spatula from her hand.

“You’re trying too hard,” he said, his voice calm and steady, as always. “Here, let me show you.”

Jolyne stood back and watched, her eyes narrowed in concentration. It was rare for Jotaro to be so involved in something as domestic as cooking, but today, he was fully invested in making sure everything was perfect for his wife. With a few quick movements, Jotaro flipped the pancake effortlessly and set it onto the plate.

“See? Simple,” he said with his usual cool confidence.

Jolyne’s eyes lit up. “Wow, Dad, that was awesome! Okay, let’s make a ton of these for Mom. She’s going to love them.”

With Jotaro’s guidance, breakfast slowly came together. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and a fresh pot of coffee—all of it arranged neatly on a tray.

“Alright, it’s time,” Jotaro said. He gave Jolyne a quick, approving glance. “Go wake her up.”

Jolyne rushed out of the kitchen, her heart pounding with excitement. She knew how much her mom loved being surprised, and this Mother’s Day was going to be no different. She carefully opened the door to the bedroom, where her mother was still sound asleep, curled up under the covers.

“Mom, Mom, wake up!” Jolyne whispered excitedly, shaking her mother’s shoulder.

Her mother slowly opened one eye, squinting at the light streaming in from the window. “Jolyne? What time is it?” she murmured, still half asleep.

“It’s time for a special surprise!” Jolyne said, her voice filled with the kind of energy only a teenager could muster. “Get up! Get up!”

Jolyne was practically bouncing around now, and her mother finally let out a soft laugh, realizing that her daughter was up to something.

“Alright, alright,” she said, rubbing her eyes and sitting up. “What’s going on?”

Just then, Jotaro appeared at the door, holding the breakfast tray with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Happy Mother’s Day,” he said in his usual monotone voice, though there was a warmth to his words that only those closest to him would recognize. He set the tray down in front of her and gave her a nod. “We made you breakfast.”

She stared at the tray for a moment, then at Jolyne, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “You two did all this?”

Jolyne crossed her arms proudly. “Yup! I made the pancakes, and Dad made the coffee. We’re a team.”

She looked at Jotaro, who nodded once in approval. “It looks perfect,” she said, her voice filled with love. She gently pulled Jolyne in for a hug. “Thank you both so much. This means the world to me.”

Jolyne, trying to act tough, shrugged but couldn’t hide the happiness in her eyes. “I told you it would be awesome, Mom.”

Jotaro simply stood by, watching his family. There was a rare softness in his eyes as he observed the bond they shared. Even though he wasn’t the most vocal about his feelings, it was clear he adored his wife and daughter.

“Enjoy it,” he said, turning to leave the room, but not before offering his wife a small, rare smile. “Happy Mother’s Day, babe.”