In the Rosenberg-Maclay house, Rose was on her knees trying to keep Lily from tumbling into meltdown.

"I'm not tired!" Lily complained, stamping her foot, "I'M NOT TIRED!"

Rose remained calm and tried to keep Lily's eye, but Lily's head was flying everywhere.

"Lily, sweetie."

"I'M NOT GOING TO BED!" Lily insisted, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.

"What if you just play in your room until you're tired?" Kayden asked easily from the coach.

Rose opened her mouth and closed it again.

Lily's arms slowly dropped down by her side. Her face was contemplative for a moment, then she brightened.

"Okay! Come on, Emily, let's do Beauty and the Beast!"

"I-I wanna be Belle this time," Emily followed, her voice quiet but filled with conviction.

Rose lifted herself up from the floor and came to sit with Kayden with a soft smile.

"You're very good with the girls."

Kayden looked slightly startled by the accusation, so Rose clarified.

"Lily and Emily. Robyn, too."

Kayden's face flushed and he looked away.

"Oh," he said, blinking rapidly toward the floor, "I always wanted little sisters."

"Now you have them," Rose smiled and patted Kayden's shoulder.

"Yeah, it's cool," Kayden admitted with a fresh blush.

He clasped his hand in front of him and spent a few minutes throwing glances at Rose before managing to look at her for a full moment.

"You were married to…Mom's mom, right?"

"Yes," Rose smiled wistfully. "Not quite as openly as…your parents. But yes."

Kayden did some exaggerated nods.

"Garrett and Will, they live across the street. They're married too."

"Oh yes, I've met them at some parties here," Rose replied with a quick nod, "Lovely gentlemen. And they have the cutest dog."

Woofy's ears picked up at the mention of another dog but when Poochini's name wasn't mentioned, he went back to sleep.

Kayden's back started to ripple under his shirt, betraying his nerves.

"And there's lots of couples on TV who are, um," his mouth suddenly went dry as he flailed flummoxed, trying to find the word, "Gay?"

His voice was a squeak and Rose very slowly nodded to herself.

"Much more than in my day, although more would always be nice," she replied easily.

Kayden nodded quickly.

"Yeah, no, of course. Um…um, before I came here I only ever heard bad stuff about gay people but all the real gay people I've met have been super nice."

Rose smiled.

"It can be a shock to some people that we're just as normal as everyone else."

"Yeah, it was," Kayden replied, then suddenly looked horrified, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be insulting, ma'am."

"You can ask me any questions you need to. And I know it's true of your mothers too," Rose reassured and paused for a moment, "Kayden, may I ask you something too?"

Kayden's eyes moved up and down, then he nodded.

"Did you ever have a grandmother?" Rose asked gently.

"No, ma'am," Kayden shook his head, albeit not sadly, "No grandparents."

Rose leaned in conspiringly.

"I think we have something in common, you and me."

"We do?" Kayden asked, arching one eyebrow.

Rose nodded.

"We found this family a little late…but then this family became our family. And this family is very good at making up for lost time."

Rose put her arm around Kayden's shoulders.

"So how about we drop the 'ma'am' business and go with 'Nana Rose'."

Kayden's smile slowly bloomed across his whole face. Rose smiled down at him.

"Somehow you have Tara's smile," she said with a deep fondness, "I think it's kindness. Shines right through."

She popped a quick kiss on his forehead and stood.

"Now I have to get those twins into bed. I don't want to disrupt their routine. Any tips?"

"Mom does a relaxation CD with them. It's in the CD player in their room," Kayden answered with a knowing nod, "You can play it through the home assistant too but Mom likes the routine of the CD. Pressing the buttons and stuff. Sometimes it scratches."

Rose went upstairs and Kayden listened out with trepidation for screaming or rattling of the floorboards, but then the dulcet tones of the relaxation leader floated downstairs and Kayden smiled.

Like his mom, he liked to feel useful.

As Rose was coming back down the stairs, the front door opened and Willow and Tara walked in, wrapped up in each other, and sharing a beaming smile.

"You're home early," Rose smiled at how in love they looked, remembering a special birthday or two she'd shared with Lisa.

Willow and Tara hung their coats up.

"I only had the roof booked until nine," she said as she wandered into the living room and waved her fingers at Kayden, "There's some kind of prom after-party showing up later so we had to leave."

She smiled at Willow.

"Forgive me, I only found out about Roofbnb recently. There wasn't much availability at this time of year."

"It was perfect," Willow replied, coming over to kiss Tara's cheek, "All I wanted to do was come home and snuggle up with my missus to watch a movie anyway."

"Roofbnb," Rose shook her head, "What's next, Dumpsterbnb?"

"You can actually rent other people's dumpsters," Willow said with a nod, "Well, it's more like a sharing system."

Rose rolled her eyes.

"There is such a thing as too much technological innovation."

"Take those heathen words from your mouth," Willow said, turning her nose away before looking back with a smile, "Thanks so much for babysitting."

"Kayden was very helpful," Rose replied, smiling over at him.

Three smiling faces with attention all on him was too much for Kayden.

"I'm, um, gonna go get a soda."

He slipped out to the kitchen and Rose reached out to squeeze Willow's arm.

"Happy Birthday, sweetheart."

"Thank you," Willow smiled back at Tara again, "Apart from the near-heart attack, it's been wonderful."

Rose frowned so Tara proceeded to explain.

"JJ went off-script in my plan to surprise Willow. Did he put the meat in the fridge?" she asked, arching an eyebrow, then looked at Willow, "You weren't even supposed to get the meat, he was supposed to bring you away in the parking lot."

"So I didn't have to go into that place at all?" Willow asked incredulously, "I will kill that boy."

"Aww, Momma, but we have so much history," JJ's playful voice was heard before he was seen, then he walked in and embraced Willow from behind.

Willow swatted her hand back against his chest.

"You said you were going out tonight and that's why you couldn't babysit," Tara said accusingly with that eyebrow still arched.

JJ let go of Willow and shuffled his feet uncomfortably.

"Cleo was mad that I was going to another girl's prom so I…didn't go."

"Jacob," Tara chastised softly.

"We were going as friends!" JJ defended, waving his arms about, "Why do you women never believe that?"

"You better not have spoken to her like that," Willow said, turning around and looking at him sternly, "We raised you better."

"It is about respect, honey," Tara added, her and Willow moving closer together in a natural show of solidarity, "In college, Momma didn't like the friendship I had with another woman but it only made us fight because she didn't tell me."

"I thought we weren't talking about that?" Willow clicked her tongue, "Also, by the by, that 'other woman' tried to tarnish my reputation and steal Mom from me, so I'm on Cleo's side here."

JJ held his hands up and waved them in front of him.

"I don't need a Mom-bomb, I get it, my god."

"Who's prom were you going to?" Tara asked curiously.

"Chiara," JJ answered with a shrug.

"Oh, she's a nice girl," Tara smiled, "I've always liked her."

JJ clutched either side of his head.

"So can I be friends with her or not?!"

"Jacob, it would not be fair of any girlfriend of yours to deny your friendships with other girls," Tara explained clearly, "But if you're going to be in a situation that could be perceived as romantic, it is only fair to discuss with your girlfriend first to make sure everyone is comfortable."

Rose nodded but smiled at JJ to make it seem less like ganging up.

"Your moms are right. It's just about being honest and respectful so everyone knows where they stand."

JJ scuffed his shoe against the floor and Willow saw a flash of her little boy for a moment.

"O…kay, I'll go apologize."

He turned with his hands in his pockets and took the stairs two-by-two.

"Chiara is also gay as hell," Willow commented once he was gone.

"Willow," Tara clicked her tongue.

"Come on, Tara, don't tell me you don't see it," Willow asked with an arched eyebrow, "At JJ's birthday I found her in the basement listening to our Melissa Etheridge CDs. What kid their age even knows who Melissa Etheridge is?"

Tara sighed, though it would be untrue to say she'd never felt a little 'ping'.

"We should never assume," she said evenly, "Let people come out when they're ready and give them an open heart to know it's safe."

Outside, Kayden hung back with his soda and pounded the stairs up to his room instead.

Rose gave a hug to each Willow and Tara.

"Well, ladies, I will leave you to your evening."

"We want to see you for a real catch-up soon," Tara said as she lingered in the hug, "Are you off for the summer with the schools out?"

"Have a lot of camps scheduled," Rose smiled; happy to have a purpose in her life.

"You do such good work," Tara said, still holding on, "I was so proud when I saw the governor attribute the lower road deaths this year to your foundation since you became part of the DMV curriculum."

"Ours," Rose corrected and pulled back to look at Tara, "It's in Lisa's name and you are the biggest piece of her there is. She's a part of me and you're a part of her. You know what that makes us?"

"Family," Tara answered surely.

Rose winked.

"And I'll always make time for family."

Tara smiled and went in for another brief hug.

"Will you take home some cake?"

"I would love some," Rose smiled and nodded.

Tara led Rose into the kitchen and got out a Tupperware container to put some of the cake into.

"You had a good night?" Rose questioned softly.

"We had an amazing night," Tara replied with a smile, though it faltered, "It's been pretty stressful lately worrying about the fallout from the fire but I don't think either of us thought about it once all night. Until now."

"No news yet?" Rose asked sympathetically.

Tara shook her head.

"We should have heard something days ago. It's torture."

Rose reached out to touch Tara's face.

"Thank god you got out."

"Thank Woofy," Tara quipped and Woofy came running in at the sound of his name.

Tara got him a treat and straightened back up again.

"You don't have to leave just because we came home."

"A nice cup of tea and a book is calling me at home, along with that cake," Rose replied and picked up the container.

Tara walked Rose to the door and tried to pull the door open but she had to give it a tug, not for the first time.

"I don't know what's wrong with this door lately," she said in frustration but smiled again for Rose, "Thank you so much, Rose. We'll see you soon."

Rose lifted her hand in a wave and Tara waved back until she was out of the driveway.

The door caught again on closing and Tara got down on her knees to see if there was some kind of snag in the carpet. It was completely smooth so she delicately felt the underside of the door for a nail or something. In the middle was some kind of crumpled up piece of paper that Tara gently extracted it and smoothed it out on the little table they kept their keys on.

It was an envelope, addressed to her and Willow.

Going by the state park postage stamp, Tara knew exactly who it was from. Her stomach rolled around inside her. She stared at it for a moment, then held it flat against her leg and pivoted so when she went into the living room, she could march straight over to the drawers in the corner to hide the letter.

"What's that?" Willow called over, suspicious.

"Nothing," Tara called back unconvincingly.

"Tara…" Willow said accusingly, "I know your 'nothing' voice and your 'nothing' voice."

She marched over and snatched the envelope from Tara. Like Tara, her eye went to the stamp.

"This is from the people at the cabin."

"Can we just open it tomorrow?" Tara requested with a pained looked on her face, "It's been such a lovely night."

"No, Tara, we can't," Willow replied tersely, already ripping into the envelope.

She snatched the letter from it much like she'd snatched the envelope from Tara. She was surprised it was just the one page; she'd been expecting the full fire report.

Suddenly, she started jumping up and down.

"Happy Birthday to me!" she squealed, waving the letter about, "Happy Birthday to me!"

"What is it?!" Tara asked, unsure if she was relieved or alarmed, "Will insurance cover it?!"

Willow shoved the letter in Tara's face, who took it and read some key points.

"Wait…this says we didn't cause the fire. It was faulty wiring. That's why the fire alarms didn't work!"

"AND it says that THEY'RE going to compensate US!" Willow said triumphantly, "Significantly, might I add as long as we don't sue."

"Which we're not," Tara added quickly, "Oh my god. I hope they've closed those cabins down until they make sure the rest of them are safe."

Willow grabbed Tara's arms and pulled her in to kiss.

She lingered for several moments, then pulled back audibly, grinning.

"What should we do with the money?"

They looked at each other for a second before speaking together.

"Kayden's college fund."

They laughed together.

"Especially now that he wants to be a fancy architect," she smiled, "Oh Tara, this is the best news. I've been so worried!"

"I know. Me too," Tara exhaled softly, "But we were still careless. We have to be so careful in the future."

"We will," Willow reassured, "This is a huge win. C'mere."

She pulled Tara into a new hug and they could both feel the other's heart beating through their shirts.

Willow kissed Tara's neck and then up her jaw. She lingered on Tara's lips and just breathed from her wife.

"Now you know what I want to do?"

"What?" Tara asked softly.

"Watch that movie with my missus," Willow smiled, "Are you in?"

Tara smiled back.

"I'll grab the wine."

With a lightness that she hadn't felt in a few weeks, Tara went to open a bottle of their favorite red and cut a big slice of cake to share.

She brought it all back into the living room, where Willow had lit some candles and loaded up a movie.

Tara sat and handed one glass to Willow while snuggling into her with the other.

About halfway through, Willow caught Kayden loitering in the doorway out of the corner of her eye. He pushed in but when he saw they were all cozied up, he stumbled back awkwardly.

"Oh, um, sorry."

"Whoa there," Willow said, sitting up and putting a little space between her and Tara, which she patted, "Do you want to be the bologna in this mom sandwich?"

She pressed pause on the movie while Kayden sheepishly shimmied between them.

"Mom doesn't buy bologna."

"He's got a point," Tara nodded.

"Fine," Willow replied with mock-exasperation, "Would you like to be the high-end, locally sourced, high-protein meat filling?"

"Or soya alternative," Robyn's voice called out from the hallway.

Willow got up and went to the living room door.

"Go to bed."

Robyn stuck out her tongue. Willow did the same and closed the door.

She returned to her seat and angled her body toward Kayden.

"What's up?"

Kayden's hands fidgeted in his lap.

"How did, uh, you, um, you know, ah, um…" he reached up and scratched the back of his neck, "Know that… you were…"

His voice came out in a squeak.

"Gay?"

Willow and Tara both shared a wide-eyed look but dropped it quickly before Kayden could see.

"I had a sort of reversal of the normal experience," Tara explained honestly, "I just always knew I would marry a woman. I didn't know there was a word for it until later. I never actually said the words out loud until I met Willow. Even though I didn't know the true nature of their relationship, I'd seen my mother and Rose be together and I think that was the little voice inside me that knew it was normal."

"And I always wanted a boyfriend in high school because I got made fun of a lot," Willow added with a self-deprecating eye-roll at herself, "And then a boy asked me out and I totally panicked at the prospect of actually having to go through with it. Lots of Googling and introspection later, I started to put it together. But it wasn't an overnight thing. And I didn't understand what it meant to love a woman until I met Tara."

She looked off in recollection.

"The hardest thing was overcoming the stigma," she nodded to herself, "I knew it was okay to be gay but for me to be gay? It seemed different somehow."

She smiled back at Kayden.

"But it wasn't. I wasn't. I was just the same as all of the other gay people out there and we were all fundamentally the same as the straight people. We're just trying to live our happiest lives."

Kayden brought his arms loosely across his chest.

"I don't know if I'm, um," he paused and surprised himself with how at peace he was at saying what he was about to say, "But I maybe like someone? Who's… not a girl. A-and I don't know if I also like girls. But I do like…this… guy."

He exhaled softly. That actually wasn't so hard.

Willow and Tara shared a smile but again, hid it quick.

"That's really cool, nugget," Willow nodded encouragingly, "Does he like you back?"

"Do you share a class?" Tara added and Willow shot her a look to be cool.

"Chemistry," Kayden answered, starting to blush.

"Aww," Willow said and Tara had to give her the same look she'd received moments before.

Willow squeezed Kayden's arm.

"Thanks for sharing that with us. We promise we won't be embarrassing if you want to bring him over."

"Well, we'll try our best," Tara managed expectations, then prompted further when she had a suspicion about the boy in question, "What's his name?"

"Dylan," Kayden answered, feeling a sudden rush of euphoria at speaking these feelings out loud, "But he doesn't know I exist."

"That's not true," Tara replied, her eyes lighting up with insider knowledge, "We met him at the hospital when you were getting your cast off. He said hello to you. I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears."

"And they're very cute ears," Willow grinned across the couch, "You may not have read the latest findings but there's a direct correlation between ear cuteness and accuracy of auditory processing."

Kayden looked between them and smirked while shaking his head.

"You guys are dorks."

Both Willow and Tara managed to maintain cool faces this time, but their eyes were filled with delight. Insulting them was a sign of feeling secure. Willow gave Kayden a playful squeeze.

"Well, these two dorks are watching a movie so if you refuse to listen to my consensus on ear comeliness—"

Kayden's hands flew up.

"I'm going," he said resolutely and started to stand, "I don't know what that last word means but it makes me feel icky."

He started to walk toward the close door.

"Kayden?" Tara asked when he had his hand on the knob, "We love you."

Kayden smiled as he pulled the door open.

"I love you too, moms," he said casually as he walked out.

Willow and Tara waited a whole five seconds before throwing themselves at each other.

"Whoa!" Willow exclaimed excitedly.

"That he just came out to us or that he said 'I love you' back?" Tara asked.

"Both!" Willow threw her hands up, "This has truly been the best birthday."

Tara looked Willow up and down slowly.

"And it's not over yet."

Willow felt the immediate shift in mood.

"Something tells me we're not finishing this movie."

Tara smiled crookedly and offered Willow her hand.

"I have to finish what I started this morning…"