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"If there is ever a tomorrow that we aren't together
there is one thing you should always remember:
You are braver than you believe
Stronger than you seem
And smarter than you think
But the most important thing is even if we're apart
I'll always be with you in the heart"
― Winnie The Pooh

As soon as the two girls got in the room Phoebe showed shortly the other one some of her stuff and leaving an very curious traveler to explore by herself she sat on the bed and lost herself in thoughts. Mom, mom, mom, mom, Phoebs played with the word in her head until it almost didn't make sense and then, when she had almost forgotten she wasn't alone, she felt a lightweight in the mattress, she turned sides only to see that her Barb, her daughter, had claimed up and sat by her, as quietly as possible. When she met her mother's gase Bb choked out the words her brain kept thinking "- I'm scared."

"- Oh Barb I really didn't know what to say…" - She really hadn't the faintest idea, she wasn't a mom, she hadn't lived much more than the girl in front of her. She was just a teen who had been blown in a question of minutes by so much information, she was just as lost as the twins who had landed in the past.

"- It's okay I think there is nothing to say actually, at least we found you, maybe though you can answer a question? Why did you invite us here and why did you really lie to your mother about it?"

After some seconds Phoebe managed to find some words "- You already know I had to invent a story for mom not to be suspicious, but if we are telling the truth then I don't really know why, I just got the feeling I had to protect you and you sounded so distressed I couldn't help myself..." - She let her voice die and moved her hand to touch lightly the girl's fingers "- Have I ever told you, I mean the older me, that I've always wanted a baby girl?"

"- No" - She answered so fast that even in her faint voice Phoebe could clearly notice the note of surprise, well it was news to Barb, Hank had always the attention, he was a great student, so at home he was always being praised. He also had a funny personality and wasn't exactly ugly... So in school they loved him too, he was always surrounded by friends and it's not like Barb resented him, she does love her brother, it's just that sometimes it was hard to compete with miss perfect. She realised her mother young self was still looking at her, perhaps waiting for a more elaborated answer and forced the words out "- We are a happy family, and I can't complain about that, I remember as a kid I always admired your relationship with dad and wanted a love sweet like that for myself but as I grew I've became way closer to him than to you, I guess Hank was always your favorite anyway…"

"- Oh darling" - Her hand was warm and her eyes, Bb could swear, were moist "- I'm sure that I loved you just as much as I did your brother, even now that I just met my already grown up children I can't help but feel attached to you." - She stopped for a second as if considering if she should continue, and when she did her voice was only faintly louder than a whisper "- Darling I'm so curious, I'm a teenager after all, can you just describe your father so I know it's him when we meet? You don't need to say his name or anything of sorts" - Phoebe added quickly when she saw a almost scared look in the girl's eyes "- I'm just so overwhelmed by the knowledge that I have two kids, I can't wrap my head around it, can't you say just a bit if promise I won't ask much?"

Barb felt her neck getting hotter as she got nervous, what could she say? Her parents had been her role models all her life, but right now all she could think was that they lied, that her whole childhood was a lie. Her mother was right in front of her and had no idea the boy she would fall in love and have two children with would be her own twin. So what could a hurt child say to her mom about her life without making it hurt more?

"- Mom, mother, Phoebe..." - She trailed off, the anger she had no ideia it was there taking over and making her forget about being careful with what she said "- You've already met dad, a long time ago, for me and for you, longer for me obviously. But I don't think you ever been with each other yet, I don't even know if you already have feelings for one another, but if I can guess I think maybe you guys already do feel something but haven't realized yet. Does that make any sense at all to you?"

Phoebe's head was spinning a bit in every direction she tried to make something out of that conversation, how come she had already met the love of her life? Maybe her daughter was wrong, she couldn't, she would have known as soon as she saw him, right? Like a fairy tale. "- Are you sure we have already met or like just seen each other and never been actually correctly introduced?"

"- Ah I'm quite sure, actually I've also just found that out, mother" - She let her mad self respond in a sarcastic way, maybe she was even angrier that she had realized "- We also discovered today that you both of you were keeping quite a lot of secrets from us and your first meeting, if I can call it that, was one big part of it." - She brought her hand as fast as she could to her mouth but it was too late, she had already said too much, her eyes wandered to her mother's face asking, without words, if she had guessed anything.

A soft tear fell in her lap as Phoebe choked the words in her head, the girl in front of her had only seen herself with one guy all day long, but it could not be, it just couldn't... Her mind kept bringing up the question that popped in her head the second she found out they were her children, why had she named her babies after her parents? It's a sweet tribute but wouldn't be weird when visiting, a huge mess with names? The only simple explanation was that she didn't visit, it made sense that she chose the names to feel closer to them, by why did she need to? Why? Deep down in thoughts she came back to the events of the day, little things she hadn't realized she was paying attention to... When her mother came downstairs the twins seemed so happy to meet her as if they had never seen each other before, but how could that be? When she herself had met them too... They left, you could almost say they runned away, as soon as she introduced M... This could not be happening! How did they know if she had never ever told anyone about that, and it was only one time or maybe two, her heart fluttered for the wrong person but she went away, she didn't say anything to anyone, none was supposed to know because, as she told herself many, many times it wasn't real.

B-But if her future daughter knew her deepest secret that meant it wasn't a secret anymore... And then, when she found her voice, the lonely tear had also found so many more friends "-... Max?"