Hullo!

For those who were asking me for an Ami/Mako fanfic... I hope after reading "Bedtime Stories" you still trust in my skills when it comes to write about this two ladies (honestly who doesn't ship them!? They're so cute together.) Okay, this is the first of 4 Ami/Mako (and company) special serial.

So if you are interested, follow my acct. Im going to post a new story each saturday of September celebrating Ami's Birthday!

But before we read...

Special thanks to: Moshwithmaddy, arandomshipper. Dudes, you are so awesome! Thank you for taking the time to BETA read my story. In this particular story I needed both of your points of view, and it came out great!

NOTHING LIKE THE PLAN

By: DeyoChan

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Two women were enjoying their day off resting on the bench near to a sandpit where their little daughters were playing joyfully.

The tallest woman, the one with auburn hair tied in a ponytail, wears a permanent grin on her face taking some pictures of her daughter and her little friend with her cellphone. The little auburn-haired girl was playing with a little shovel making some sand mountains while a sandy-blonde toddler cheered her up.

The other woman, a blonde with her long hair braided, enjoyed the company of her childhood friend. With dark glasses covered most of her face and loose bangs on her forehead Minako tried to relax taking care of daughter, who was playing with Makoto's little girl inside the sandpit. Both women were updating their lives happily chatting after a couple of month without seeing each other.

Makoto was smiling just a minute ago grinning from ear to ear, but in just one second her face turned dead white and held closer to her eyes the electronic device.

"Mako-chan?" The aforementioned was silently checking the pictures she had taken the girls, eyebrows lifted in surprise.

Suddenly, after enlarging the picture, she quickly knelt beside her daughter taking a close look on her left little forearm. Minako watched her friend intrigued, while taking care of her own daughter, "Mako-chan what..." she murmured uneasily.

Makoto returned to her seat with her face pale and her eyes wide open in disbelief as she whispered, "Ami is going to kill me."

Minako didn't understand what her friend meant, so Makoto had to hold her phone in front the blonde's face, showing her one of the enlarged pictures she had been looking at. In the picture, one clearly could see a small and reddened cut on Eimi's pudgy little forearm.

Rolling her eyes in a gesture of exaggeration, Minako moved Makoto's hand from her sight and bent over little Eimi, analyzing the wound. Pleased to see that the little brunette rose to her feet quickly, following the little sandy-blonde in front of her without the slightest wince of pain, the older blonde smiled, amused at her friend.

"Well, that's totally normal and it is part of their childhood. You cannot prevent them from getting scraped knees or light injuries. They are meeting this world, Mako-chan. Everything they see is new and alluring," Minako analyzed calmly, "Eimi-chan is almost three years old, do you have any idea of what that means!?"

Watching the little sandy-blonde stand up again, trying to help Makoto's mini-version to follow her out of the sandpit, the brunette shook her head, chuckling a little. Minako's voice was filled with something she hadn't heard in a long time: A mixture of terror and frustration.

Looking back to the playground, both women witnessed how a restless Harmonia jumped from the third step, shouting excitedly. Landing on the ground, she lost balance, falling on both her knees. Grimacing in bearable pain, she raised to her feet again, willing to climb up one more time, only this time the sandy-blonde climbed three steps higher than the last time. She was preparing herself to jump into the void but she was stopped.

Sighing, the older blonde went to rescue her daughter, still talking to Makoto. "Not for nothing they refer to this age as the 'Terrible three's'…I hate tantrums, they're the worst." Minako said, shaking her head, watching her little one climbing a ladder from the bigger childrens' playground equipment. Makoto frowned at the last thing Minako said. "Just wait for it. You'll see what I'm talking about for yourself in a few more months Mako-chan." She said, holding her arms up to reach for her daughter. "No, Monia-chan, you cannot go up there. That slide is for older and bigger children."

"Two's, Minako-chan," Makoto corrected her friend, "People refer to the worst age in a toddler as the Terrible Two's…but go ahead." She smiled, watching the blonde struggling with her kid.

The little sandy-blonde, being held by her sides, began squirming between Minako's arms, yelling 'pu me doun mommy', kicking at the air between her mother's arms, wanting to get free from Minako's grip.

With difficulty, the oldest blonde contrived to hold her daughter in the air by the ankles, head upside-down. Harmonia started laughing happily. Minako walked with her back to the sandpit that Harmonia had fled from. Eimi was eagerly waiting for her adventurous little friend.

Makoto chuckled when her friend sat heavily next to her, and four seconds later Minako was rising up again towards Harmonia. Apparently, Minako's small version had inherited the same taste for adventure -and energy- as her blonde mother.

Once Minako chided softly her daughter to stay where she indicated her, Harmonia's brow furrowed and she folded her little arms, looking at the ground, visibly annoyed. Makoto couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter, earning a stern look from Minako, who reached into her purse and took out a colorful lollipop for each girl. Eimi stood on her feet, walking in Minako's direction to grab the candy held out to her.

Harmonia smiled, licking the lollipop, and hugged Minako by the calf. She took Eimi's hand in hers and walked towards the playground where they had been earlier.

Makoto's loud laugh could be heard from where Minako stood. "I FORBID YOU to say a word to Rei about what you just witnessed." She warned Makoto, sighing heavily, sitting beside her on the bench.

Snickering at the blonde's exaggerated tone, Makoto responded mockingly, "Tell Rei-chan what? That you just bribe your own child in order to make her obey you?"

The blonde rolled her eyes at Makoto's teasing, arms and legs folded. "Oh wow, now I see where poor Harmonia learned such mature reactions."

Snorting tiredly, the blonde readjusted her position in a little more relaxed manner. "It is this last Tour's fault," Makoto raised an eyebrow, "D'you have any idea what is like to be back home after a few months out and…" she raised her right hand, counting off every action listed, "Missing her first words, her first steps, even the first tantrums...Uhm well-" Minako frowned at the mention of the last one, "-although those apparently will prevail a few more years." she sighed.

Smiling in understanding, Makoto analyzed the situation. "Well, Minako-chan, it is normal that after being away from your child for a while, 'Monia-chan makes you feel that you have less authority over her. It has happened to us a couple of times with Eimi-chan." The blonde raised her eyebrows in surprise; she didn't know that. "A few months ago, Ami came back from a six-month trip. Remember when she traveled abroad to continue her research?" Minako nodded, "Well, when we were home, I handed her Eimi-chan so she could hug her. She was so eager to hold our girl. Eimi-chan only let Ami hold her a couple of seconds before she began to cry her lungs out in Ami's arms." She smiled, amused at the memory, "Ami was so distressed by the situation that I thought for a sec she was about to cry herself, too!"

"Oh Kami, No!" Minako said, covering her mouth, trying to hide her amused grin.

"I know, luckily she didn't." Makoto muttered. "I don't think I'd have known how to deal with both crying right in front of me at the same time." She admitted, sighing and smiling at the memory.

They watched the girls playing cheerfully in the sandpit in comforting silence for a moment. Makoto was the one who broke said silence smirking at her friend.

"Well, you can always take a break from touring." Hearing the suggestion, the blonde listened to her friend, interested. "You could always repeat the last break you took." smiled Makoto, amused to see a shiver run through the blonde as she remembered the reason for her obligated break.

Minako looked back at the little sandy-blonde who was now decorating her sand-castles with dry tree leaves. Seconds after that she applauded, excited, as the small blue-eyed brunette destroyed them with a bottle of water, laughing out loud at the sand castles turning into a puddle of mud, "I won't deny that there are moments when I really want to do it again, but…my career is complicated and there are very stressful times. Is not the best environment to-" She sighed.

"I was joking, Minako-chan. Besides, 'Monia-chan is barely three. Nothing will happen if you wait a little while. "

Scowling and playfully swatting at her friend's arm, the blonde whined, "Hey...but why would I have to carry the baby again?! Rei also has a special place to do so!"

Shrugging, Makoto smiled, happy to tease and upset her friend again. "Basic statistics. The last time, I saw the star seed Rei-chan and you created chose your ex-delicate and ex-sensual body to nest in."

Nodding at Makoto's words, Minako smiled. She remembered the exact moment, place and position that helped the creation of such a special star seed. Suddenly, her smile became a smirk. Makoto noticed the change in Minako's face.

"I really don't want to know what you're thinking about now, Minako-chan." The brunette murmured, watching the smug smile appear on Minako's face.

Giggling, Minako replied, "Oh c'mon, don't play dumb with me, Mako-chan. It's nothing different from what Ami-chan and you did to conceive Eimi-" she stopped instantly when the penny dropped, "Hey! What the hell you mean by my EX-sexy body? I AM STILL SEXY!" She yelled jumping to stand in front of Makoto with arms akimbo.

Makoto laughed, watching Minako's annoyed red face. "Calm down Minako-chan. I bet Rei-chan loves that cute little butt that you kept after giving birth to 'Monia-chan." She said, winking at the blonde.

Gaping at her friend, Minako turned her head, trying to get a better look at her bum. "You think so?" Makoto nodded, smiling. "I guess that's why she kept insisting on-" she whispered.

"On what?" Makoto had just asked; when Minako's phone rang.

Making an apologetic gesture, the blonde answered said device. Makoto nodded and turned her full attention to the girls, who were playing with a bottle of water on the sand.

::TBC::

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