Emily's pov/

Hi, my name is Emily. I'm fourteen years old and I have gay dads. I love my dads. You might know who they are. My dads names are Scott and Mitch Grassi-Hoying. It's crazy right? Totally, except I've always been too scared to ask Scott why he only has one arm. I don't know if he was born with it or something happened.

Well enough about my dads, you probably want to know more about me. What do you picture when you think Emily Grassi-Hoying? The weird girl who has two dads and a odd sense of fashion like that girl Rachel Berry on glee? Well I'm not like her, I'm a complete tomboy but still at the top of the middle school food chain with a youtube channel with over a million subscribers and my singing career is already taking off. My dads say I became a member of Pentatonix since the minute I was born and ruled the band since I could say my first word. Pentatonix is the most popular band right now and I'm most recognizable teenage girl. I beat the kardashian's grand kids and the Jenners too.

"hey Emily, do you have one of our lights?" Mitch asked "sorry daddy I was using it" I smiled and went to my room to retrieve the light. "thank you" Scott smiled "hey um dad?" I asked nervously "what's up?" Scott asked "I've asked a lot of random questions before but this one has been on my mind for years" I started "why do you only have one arm? were you in an accident or just born like that?" He set down what he had in his hand then looked at me. I looked down with a mixture of fright and nervousness. "I'm sorry for asking" I said quietly "no, Emily. It's not a bad question. If I had a parent with only one arm I would want to know why and I'm not mad at you for asking" Scott assured me. "can we talk about it over some nutella toast?" I said and a smile grew on Scott's face. "she's so your child" Mitch chuckled from the couch. "then we can play Mario party" I added as I pulled the jar of nutella.

I opened the jar and screeched "dad we got code red!" I announced "We're toast!" Scott replied "get to the nutella mobile!" I announced like batman or maybe wonder woman because woman are more fierce. Scott grabbed his keys and wallet and we headed to the car. Code red stands for no nutella and we always have the same response every time there's a code red.

I ran into the apartment with the jar of nutella with Scott behind me. "toast" I said like a doctor so Scott handed me two pieces of toast. "knife" I said so Scott handed me a knife. I spread the nutella on each piece of bread. I set the bread on a plate and carried it to the living room.

"you two are crazy" Mitch chuckled as we sat down. "we had something really important to discuss and you know it's important when nutella's involved" I explained "ok so about my arm. well Mitch and I were in an accident that did severely injure both of us and I became anorexic for about four months. during that four months I had attempted to kill myself twice. about a month after I tried to kill myself the second time someone broke into our apartment and shot my arm. it was impossible to repair my arm so they had to amputate it. over the past thirteen, fourteen years I've been beat up by strangers for being the only openly gay and married one armed man with a daughter in a popular band" Scott explained so I hugged him. "I love you dad, I can't believe you've been through so much" I sniffled so he kissed my head. "once he punched a guy out in one punch because the guy flicked your nose when you were an infant" Mitch said "are you serious?" I asked surprised "yup, I cracked my knuckle in the process but oh well" Scott shrugged then I looked at the tv. "well you're about to get your ass kicked by your daughter in Mario party" I smirked "oh hell no! you better get the ice because I'm bout to roast you" he shot back "you better watch out 'cause this bitch is going to beat both of you" Mitch said so I put the game in and we all grabbed controllers.

"ha I won!" I cheered and danced around the room "well you win the right to go to bed because you have school tomorrow" Mitch smirked "fine, good night" I sighed and went to my room. This sucks. Spring break is over now. I looked at my violin case in the corner and smiled. Lindsey Sterling has been teaching me how to dance and play violin since I was five so I'm pretty experienced except I have to practice on the roof of our apartment complex because we have such bitch neighbors.

"Emily, time to get up you have school" I heard Mitch whisper and saw a little bit of light creeping in through the doorway. "fine, I'm getting up but can you help me with my outfit?" I mumbled "when ever you want" He smiled and went over to my closet while I went to go shower, do my hair and put make up on. I went back to my room and saw the outfit Mitch had chosen. Black ripped skinny jeans with camouflage leggings to go underneath because of school dress code, my wonder woman shirt and black combat boots. I checked myself out in the mirror then grabbed my violin and backpack. "ok let's go" I smiled so we all walked out to the car.

We were walking for about a block to get to my school when some guy purposefully ran into Scott and called him a faggot. "hey!" I said so the man turned around "leave my dads alone. they did nothing to mess up your life and they sure as hell didn't call you a faggot. so watch out before something bad happens to you" I told him so he walked over to me. He slapped me then Scott's face turned bright red "don't you lay a god damn hand on my daughter again!" Scott yelled "she deserved that. she's an ugly slut and you're probably not ever her dads. she probably pay you so she can fuck your tiny little dicks" the man said so I ran back to where the car was. I leaned against the car and slid down it so I was sitting on the ground. I held my knees to my chest and cried into my knees.

Mitch's pov/

I watched Scott go from pissed off to 'I'm going to brake your fucking neck and shove your own dick down your throat then shove your head up your ass' pissed off. Yeah that's not a fun Scott to experience. Me personally, I'd prefer naked Scott, naked and horny Scott is even more fun. I ran and found Emily crying on the ground next to the car. "oh my poor baby" I said and rushed over. I sat on the ground next to her and pulled her close to my chest. "why would someone say some thing so mean to our faces?" Emily sobbed "I don't know. you can't let this get to you, it shows them that they are getting to you and they want to see you break down and try to hide. you have to show them that you are stronger than them. it doesn't mean physically it just means mentally so let's fix your make up and you show that bitch who's boss" I smiled so she nodded and hugged me "I love you dad" she whispered "I love you too baby girl" I smiled. It's still the best feeling in the world when my daughter tells me she loves me. Scott could one day turn on me and absolutely hate me but I know for sure that my daughter will always love me and visit when ever she gets the time just because,

I fixed Emily's make up then we walked back over to see Scott had punched the guy out. "damn that was fast" I simply said and held his hand. We walked Emily the rest of the way to her school. Emily turned around and hugged Scott. "I love you dad" She said then ran to see her friends. I smiled and Scott pulled me close to him. We went back to the apartment and at first I wanted to relax just sitting on the couch but that didn't happen.

I was sitting on the couch just checking twitter when Scott sat next to me. He started kissing my neck and jawline until our lips met. I set my phone down and I felt his hand move into my pants and grasp my dick. I let out a small moan as his hand moved up and down. I stopped him right before I came and pulled him into our bedroom.