Makoto was in the kitchen helping Kyoko make the dinner. It was the last day of the year and trio were having Mukuro and Mahiru over to celebrate for the new year that was slowly coming towards them.
"Right, that is everything set," Makoto said as he took his hand away from the nob that was on the cooker. "You got everything you need Kyoko?"
"Yes," Kyoko replied as she put two wine bottles in the fridge. Then went over to the counter and unwrapped special plates that were only used for special events.
"Daddy, can I help?" Emilia said as she ran into the kitchen. All excited that her auntie Mukuro was coming over.
"Emm…" Makoto replied, looking around the kitchen that Emilia could help with.
"Emilia," Kyoko said. "You can take these plates to the dining room. But take a few at a time, ok."
"You can count on me, aunt Kyoko!" Emilia said seriously.
"I know I can," Kyoko smiled. She handed Emilia two plates, and the young girl left the kitchen slowly.
"I can't believe she will be turning seven next year," Makoto sighed. "I'm getting old."
Kyoko let out a small laugh, and she wrapped her arms around Makoto's neck. "Don't worry, Junko and I are getting old as well."
Makoto held Kyoko's sides, and they kissed.
"Saying that I can't believe we are turning 29 next year," Kyoko added.
"I know," Makoto replied softly. "Where has the time gone?"
"Work, raising great kids and having tons of sex," she laughed.
"Tons of sex?" Makoto said, surprised. "Don't you mean amazing sex?"
"Maybe," Kyoko giggled. "On a serious note. Something big is going to happen next year. Can you remind me what that is?"
"I'm going to be the new Headmaster of Hope's Peak Academy," Makoto smiled.
"Yes, you are!" Kyoko replied, feeling proud.
"When can I join in?" Junko giggled as she walked into the kitchen. She opened her arms and wrapped them her two lovers. "So what are you two talking about?"
"I was reminding our husband of his new job next year," Kyoko replied.
"Oh, I can't wait for that," Junko giggled. "You know Sweetheart, it's going to be awesome for me and Babe to say that our hubby is a Headmaster of a school. We are very proud of you. I know it's more than six months away. But we will help you in any way we can."
Emilia arrived back into the kitchen. "Me too!" She said, jumping up and down. Then she grabbed two plates.
Makoto felt his heart melt. He couldn't believe how much support he had. Not once did he think he would have two loving wives, two beautiful children and a big house. Makoto did admit they were bumps to get to this point. But it was worth it.
"Thank you, all of you," Makoto said warmly. "I'm lucky to have all of you in my life."
"I do believe it's us that are the lucky ones," Junko corrected him.
"We are lucky that we have each other," Kyoko corrected Junko.
"I agree with Babe," Junko replied. She unwrapped her arms from her two lovers to turn around to look at her daughter. "Emi, what are you doing with those plates?"
"I wanted to help, so auntie Kyoko told me to grab these plates and put them in the dining room," Emilia replied.
"Ok," Junko replied. "Just be careful, those are special plates."
"Mum, I've got this," Emilia replied confidently as she walked out of the kitchen. Stunning Junko, Makoto and Kyoko.
"Ummm Junko, who was that?" Makoto asked. While Kyoko unwrapped her arms from Makoto's neck.
"Sweetheart, I have no idea," Junko replied, shocked. "Emi sounded so mature there."
"I wouldn't be surprised if Emilia was more mature than she lets on," Kyoko said. "Kira has shown more maturity than most kids around his ages. Also, some adults for that matter."
Junko folded her arms to think over Kyoko's words. Then she saw Emilia come in and grab more plates.
"Emi," Junko said. "Do you like calling my mum or mummy?"
"Mummy," Emilia smiled. "I don't think I've even called you mum."
"You did about a minute ago."
"I did?" Emilia said, surprised.
"Yip," Junko nodded. "You can call me mum, it's fine."
"Ok, mum," Emilia smiled, and she left the kitchen with plates in hand.
"Oh geez, that felt weird," Junko said, shaking her head.
"I wonder if Emilia will call me dad?" Makoto asked.
The trio heard a knock on the door, and they heard Emilia saying that she would get it.
Emilia opened the door, and she saw her aunt Mukuro and aunt Mahiru. The latter carrying a bag filled with drink.
"Hi auntie Mukuro, hi aunite Mahiru," Emilia beamed.
"Hello Emilia," Mukuro said warmly. She got on one knee and hugged her niece. "How are you?"
"I'm good auntie Mukuro," Emilia replied as she wrapped her arms around the older woman.
The two hugged for a few seconds before breaking the hug up.
"Hi, Emilia," Mahiru smiled.
"Hi, auntie Mahiru."
The two women walked into the house and Junko came to greet them.
"Hey guys," Junko said warmly. Then she saw Mahiru carrying a bag of drink. "Remember Muku behave yourself this time around with all that drink."
"Oh come on Junko that was eight years ago," Mukuro groaned. "I've learned my lesson."
"What is this?" Mahiru asked.
"When we turned 20 Muku brought over drink for Christmas and let's just say that she didn't handle the drink very well," Junko giggled.
"It was my first time!" Mukuro said defensively.
"And oh boy it showed," Junko laughed. "The stuff you said. Poor Komaru… Then you fell asleep on the sofa."
"Oh dear," Mahiru said, letting out a small laugh. "You kept that one a secret, my dear wife."
Mukuro didn't reply. She walked into the living room, clearly embarrassed.
An hour later
Everybody was in the dining room, having dinner.
"Emilia," Mukuro said as she took a sip of her wine. "Do you have any new year resolutions?"
"Yip," the young girl replied. "But it's a big secret."
Makoto and Junko looked at each other both wondering what their daughter's big secret was.
"A big secret, huh?" Mukuro replied. "Do you think you can tell me, I mean I'm your favourite aunt after all."
"I will tell you and everyone soon," Emilia smiled.
"Oh, come on," Mukuro smiled. "I will give you a big long hug. If you tell me."
Emilia shook her head. "Shocking aunt Mukuro. Trying to bride me with hugs."
Mukuro started to laugh. "You just sound like your mum when it comes to dealing with your father and Kyoko."
"Excuse you Muku!" Junko said, shocked. "I don't deal in hugs. I deal in…" Junko stopped herself before she said stuff that the kids weren't meant to hear.
"What is it, mummy?" Emilia asked.
"You don't need to know," Junko replied.
"It's kissing, isn't it?" The young girl grinned. "You love kissing daddy and auntie Kyoko. I bet you make lots of deals with them."
"Yes, you got it Emi…" Junko said, feeling relieved.
"You must up your kisses, my dear wife," Kyoko smirked at Junko. "Your kisses have been pretty poor in the past week," she said sarcastically.
"Sure," Junko said, rolling her eyes. "Maybe I should stop kissing you if my kissing has been that poor."
Kyoko began to grin. "You couldn't last a week without kissing me."
"No offence you two," Mukuro said. "But the way that you two are. I don't think you both could last even a day let alone a week without kissing each other."
"Oh just like you then?" Mahiru giggled. "You are always looking for a kiss when we get home after finishing work."
Mukuro started to blush. "Please stop."
"Oh my god, no way!" Junko giggled. "Muku loves her kisses as much as I."
"Yes, she does," Mahiru nodded. "She is a big softy as well."
"Love makes you weak!" Kira said, ruining the mood. "Who wants to kiss a girl or even hug them. They smell."
"If girls smell brother," Emilia said. "Then why are you best friends with one in our class."
"I am not!" Kira said, annoyed. "She…is a girl…that I just speak too."
"Look at that Kyoko," Makoto chuckled. "Our boy has gotten himself a girlfriend."
Kyoko looked at her son with interest.
"I have not!" Kira replied with his face turning red. He quickly finished his dinner and left the dining room to avoid further embarrassment.
"Dad," Emilia said calmly. "They are just friends."
Makoto paused at how mature his daughter was being. "I know Emilia. But I was having a bit of fun."
"It's not often that we see our son lose his cool," Kyoko said. "It was slightly amusing, wasn't it Makoto."
"Yip," he chuckled.
Hours later
Everyone was in the living room. The mood was good apart from Kira. He was still in a huff after what happened at dinner. They were watching the telly as the countdown had begun.
"5,4,3,2,1… Happy new year mummy!" Emila said as she hugged her mother.
Makoto and Kyoko kissed each other. While Mukuro and Mahiru kissed each other.
Emilia let go of her mother and hugged her father while Kyoko and Junko kissed. Then Emilia hugged Mukuro as Junko and Makoto kissed.
Kira hugged his mother and Junko reluctantly while he shook his father hand. Because Kira thought hugging his own dad was uncool.
"It's time to tell us your big secret Emi," Junko said. She wondered all night what her daughter's big secret was.
"Oh yeah," Emilia smiled. She moved away from Mukuro and stood in front of everyone. "I've thought long and hard about this, and I've decided. I want to become a model like you mummy."
Junko looked at her daughter in confusion. A rush of pride rushed over Junko. However, her motherly instincts kicked in as she closed her eyes. "No, I will not allow it."
"But mum!" Emilia said gutted.
"No buts," Junko said firmly as she opened her eyes and stared steadily at her daughter. "There are too many creeps in the world. I do not want you to be followed by creeps when you become an adult."
"Junko let Emila become a model," Makoto said softly. "I'm letting Kira follow in his mother footsteps. If Emilia wants to follow in yours. Then let her. If she wants to become a model. Then I will support her like I've done for my son."
"No, Sweetheart, I will simply not allow it!" Junko said firmly. "End of discussion!"
"So how come Kira is allowed to become a detective like his mum. But I can't become a model like you?" Emilia asked, annoyed.
"Don't take that tone me with Emilia!" Junko replied narrowing her eyes on the young girl. "I'm doing only what is best for you."
Emilia felt angry flow through her body. She couldn't believe her mum wouldn't let her become a model.
"I HATE YOU, MUM!" Emilia screamed. Then she ran out of the living room and rushed upstairs. Kira left the room as well to console his sister.
Junko felt her heart getting crushed as tears formed around her eyes. She had never seen Emilia act like that before.
Any good new year mood that was in the room was gone.
Kyoko, Mukuro and Mahiru sat in awkward silence. Not knowing what to say that would improve the mood.
Junko covered her face with her hands and to cry. "She hates me, Sweetheart."
"No, she doesn't," Makoto said softy. "Emilia was angry, that's all. Come on let me take you to bed."
Makoto stood up as did Junko but with her hands still covering her face. Makoto helped Junko out of the living room.
"Well that was something new," Mukuro said, shaking her head. "I've never seen Emilia act that way before."
"She seems keen to become a model," Mahiru added.
"I understand the concerns that Junko may have," Kyoko said calmly. "Kira wanting to become a detective is the last thing I want for him. Because of how dangerous being a detective can be. But if it's something that he wants to do. Then I won't stop him."
"Do you think Junko will ever allow Emilia to become a model?" Mahiru asked.
"Yes," Kyoko replied.
"I believe my sister will let Emilia be one," Mukuro added. "I think Emilia's request threw Junko off and she went into 'mother mode.' Give it a day or two, and I can see Junko saying yes."
Makoto walked back into the living room, and he sat down.
"How is my sister?" Mukuro asked.
"She has fallen asleep," Makoto replied but he knew better. He knew Junko had faked falling asleep. So he would leave her alone. "I tried to speak to Emilia. But Kira told me to leave him and her alone."
Kyoko's eyes widened. "He shouldn't be talking to you like that!"
"Kyoko drop please," Makoto sighed. "Kira is looking after his sister. We can talk about this in the morning, and if you dare talk to him about his attitude, then sex is off the table for a week. No joke."
"Curse my weakness," Kyoko sighed.
Makoto grabbed his drink and looked Mukuro and Mahiru. "Sorry that you have to witness that. Junko and Emilia both wear their heart on their sleeves."
"Oh, don't worry. I know," Mukuro replied. "I suppose we better head home ourselves. Since everything has fallen apart."
"A normal day for this family," Makoto joked.
"Sounds about right joke or not," Kyoko added.
"Sometimes I wonder how you guys do it," Mahiru said. "Being in a poly relationship can be really hard."
"It is," Makoto replied. "We don't always get on, and it's usually the one that avoids all the mess. That picks up the pieces and fixes everything."
"We have each other's backs and we all love each other," Kyoko said. "For me, that is very important."
"Hmm," Mahiru pondered. "Hey, Mukuro. Do you want to try it?"
"Try what?" Mukuro asked.
"A poly relationship?"
"What?"
"Yeah, it would be fun. You come home, and you would have two wives to kiss and be very soft around," Mahiru joked.
"Wow, your dead funny," Mukuro replied sarcastically.
"I would like to see this soft side of Mukuro," Kyoko teased.
"Right I'm phoning a taxi," Mukuro said as she started to get embarrassed. She got up and left the room while taking her phone out of her pocket.
"Mukuro is easy to wind up," Mahiru said. "She becomes so cute, and I love her."
"Does she become grumpy if you take it to far?" Makoto asked.
"She sometimes does. But I make it up to her by making her favourite meal."
"Not bad," Makoto said. "Maybe I should be grumpy for a day."
"Sex would be off the table," Kyoko said quickly.
Mukuro stepped back into the room. "Taxi will be here in two minutes let's get ready."
Mahiru got up and left the room to grab her jacket while Mukuro grabbed hers. Makoto and Kyoko saw the two women to the door and said their goodbyes as the taxi arrived. Makoto and Kyoko watched the two women enter the cab. Then it drove away.
Makoto closed the door. "Kyoko, I will tidy up. You go up and head to bed."
"You sure?" Kyoko replied.
"Yes, Junko faked going to sleep. So, I would leave her alone."
"How do know you she faked it?"
"Have you not heard her snore?" Makoto said, trying not to laugh.
"Point taken she can be really loud sometimes. Don't take to long ok."
"Don't worry, I won't," Makoto replied. "I need to ensure both of my children are in bed as well."
"Ok, I will leave Kira to you. See you in bed," Kyoko said.
She went upstairs and headed for their room. Once she got inside, she headed into the bathroom to do the loo and brush her teeth. Once that was done. She headed back into the bedroom and slowly took her clothes off and put her jammies on.
Kyoko slowly climbed into bed, and she couldn't tell if Junko was awake or not. She laid on her side, facing Junko. The latter on her lying in her side as well facing Kyoko.
"Babe," Junko said weakly. "I'm sorry for ruining everything."
Kyoko wiggled her way over to Junko as their foreheads touch. "It's ok Junko," she whispered. "I understand your concerns regarding Emilia and the weirdos that live on this planet."
"I felt a rush of pride running through me. But I went into 'mother mode', and I wasn't thinking. Now Emi hates me."
"No, she doesn't," Kyoko said softly. "She was upset. You know very well the stupid stuff we say when we are angry. I wouldn't be surprised if Emilia wakes up and the first thing she will feel is regret."
"But I've never seen her like that before."
"Remember you said the same thing about Makoto. When he shouted at you all those years ago? Remember how bad he felt when he calmed down? Let's sleep it off, and we will deal with it in the morning, ok?"
"Ok," Junko said weakly. "Good night Babe, I love you."
"Goodnight Junko, I love you too," Kyoko replied softly.
The two women soon fell asleep.
Morning
Emilia woke up, and the first feeling she felt was guilt. "I'm a stupid girl," she said sadly. "I can't believe I said those awful things to my mum."
She checked the time on her clock, and it was nine o'clock.
The young girl shook her head and got out of bed. She left her room and headed downstairs to find her father watching the telly in the living room.
"Dad," Emilia said weakly.
Makoto turned his head to see his daughter looking sad. "Come here," he said softly.
Emilia walked up to the sofa and sat down next to her dad. She wrapped her arms around him. "Dad, I'm sorry."
Makoto wrapped his arms around his daughter. "It's fine. I'm not angry. But you and your mum need to talk things out."
"Is she up?"
"No, not yet. Would you like some toast?"
"Yes, please," Emilia whispered.
The pair unwrapped themselves, allowing Makoto to stand up. "I will speak to your mum as well about allowing you to become a model."
"No, don't dad. I want to speak to her myself. It's my fault, and I want to fix it myself."
"Fine," Makoto smiled. Then he left the living room.
Emilia began watching the telly. Then she heard someone come down the stairs.
The young girl slowly turned her head, and she saw Junko looking at her. Emila jumped off the sofa and rushed towards her mum. Wrapping her arms around the older woman.
"Mum, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said last night," Emilia said as she began to cry.
Junko began to pat Emilia on the head. "It's ok, I'm not mad."
"You're not?" Emilia replied, stunned.
"No, I let my feelings as a mother cloud my judgment," Junko sighed. "Emi let's sit down and so we can talk."
The pair headed to the sofa and sat down. Junko grabbed the remote and put the telly on mute.
"Look Emi, in my line of work. There are people who are a bunch of weirdos and freaks who don't know when to leave you alone. I've had people who had called me ugly, say that I'm too fat, my bum is too big. Being a model isn't easy. It's a mentally challenging job. It's something that I never wish for you to go through."
"But mum, it's something I want to do ever since, I saw Kira leave with aunt Kyoko so he could go and see where she works. After we turned six. I want to follow in your footsteps like he is doing with his mum."
Junko bit her lip. Unsure if she would allow her daughter to follow in her footsteps.
"Please, mum!" Emilia begged.
Junko closed her eyes. "Fine, I will allow you to become a model."
"Yay!" Emila shouted as she put both arms into the air. "Thanks, mum!"
Junko opened her eyes and saw the giant smile on Emilia's face, and it began to melt her heart.
Emilia hugged Junko. "I won't let you down, I promise!"
"I know you won't," Junko replied. "But I will be your manager, ok?"
"Ok!"
Makoto arrived back into the living room with a plate. "Everything back to normal I take?"
"Yes it Sweetheart," Junko smiled at her husband.
"Mummy has allowed me to become a model," Emilia chirped as she let's go of her mother to accept the plate from her father.
"Good," Makoto smiled. "Who will be her manager?"
"I will be," Junko answered. "I will be the one making decisions to protect our daughter."
"That's good," Makoto said, blowing a sigh of relief.
"I will make a phone call to my boss and see if I can set up a date for Emi."
"Cool," Makoto replied. "Do you want toast Junko?"
"Yes please, that would be lovely."
Makoto left the living room again.
"Mum, thank you, I love you," Emilia smiled.
"I love you too, Emi," Junko said warmly.
Thank you for reading.
I hope you guys have a happy new year.
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