It had all started when Trucy had slipped up one day, most likely for her longing to have a mother. You had been around long enough after all.
"I'll be working late tonight, so you mightn't see me until the morning" She had been silent in thought. "...Oh and leave your father be Truce, he's having a moment... You know, being a lawyer again and that..." You had warned, whilst scrubbing plates vigorously and stacking them on the plastic drainer with a clang.
"Alright, Mommy" The young girl had gasped before you could, clasping a hand over her mouth and belting up the stairs. The boots clunking had angered Phoenix, who came stomping into the kitchen to find out why the commotion had happened.
"What is going on, (F/n)?" His hand was holding the back of his head, dark spikes unkempt slightly between his fingers.
"She called me... Mommy"
"Who did? Trucy?"
You felt warm inside. The corners of your mouth picked up in a smile, as the thought lingered in your mind. Nick just had an irritated look on his face. His head was banging far too much for him to tolerate Trucy's 'teenage moods.' She wasn't even in one, but he was none the wiser sometimes.