According to the schedule they had stamped with a red velvet cake magnet on the fridge, they still had half an hour of fondling they could use before they needed to sleep. Sara noted as she looked at her phone post getting her wife a screeching orgasm.
She rubbed her eyes and yawned.
"We still have some time," she whispered. Tegan was still coming off the high, nodding with wheezing lungs, hand resting on her chest and hair sprawled as a fountain on the pillow beneath her head.
"Okay, umm, sit on my face," she panted. Her face was red and sweaty.
Sara sat up in bed. She didn't do as she was asked. Her lips twisted as mischievous thoughts climbed up to her head. "From one to ten, how much do you think you can handle a dildo right now?"
Tegan's grin took a minute to show up on her face, but when it did Sara knew she didn't need an answer. Her legs moved faster than her head could think of whether that was a yes or a no, and Tegan, too, helped by squealing at the sight of the double-headed phallus they had rarely used in the past.
"You'll do it?" asked Tegan in utter disbelief, lower lip bitten and stomach sucked in lusty anticipation while watching her wife cover up the bulbous end with much sufficient lubricant.
"Yup," Sara answered jovially.
They both looked down between the older woman's legs as she spread her lips with two digits and slowly pushed the tip inside. A hiss was caught by a gasp when Tegan took hold of the toy and helped push it in, directing Sara's fearful hand and guiding her to where her heart desired.
"Sitting nice and snug in there," Tegan teased Sara's mind with words and Sara's clit with soft circles, eliciting soft whimpers.
That sex schedule was the best thing they had ever made. Her mom was fucking right.
It wasn't only a sex schedule. It was a timetable that arranged their days and lives. They both knew if they wanted to save their relationship, they at least needed to take one of the pieces of advice they had been offered by their circle.
Evelyn's was the best.
They suddenly found time for not only sex, but everything: dates, time for each one of them to be on her own or with her own friends, for the kids, for work, for chores, and, most importantly, for sex.
It had only been a month since they started following the schedule, but Sara noticed that Tegan's bouts of isolation and sulking had been reduced to twice or three times a week instead of daily. She knew, though, that the time she spent at work still remained a mystery and Tegan never told her the truth of her feelings during those hours of separation, but there wasn't anything she could do about it because, Tegan, once again, refused to get a job.
Perhaps it was fear of rejection. Stacy told her it was fear of leaving the kids on their own and she had felt it, too, before going back to work after having Ella, but she was forced to go back. Sara knew her wife more, though, and she knew it wasn't it. God knows what went on in Tegan's brain.
At least she was showing signs of recovery from postpartum. It had taken way too long.
"Sara, oh, my God, slow down," screamed her wife with laughter, holding both arms and squeezing. Sara had forgotten herself as a whirlwind of thoughts intoxicated her sobriety. "Slow down, please," she sniffled.
"Are you crying?" Sara asked as she brought her hips to a stop, feeling the rush of pain in her core. What was wrong with her?
It was just so good.
"Yeah, it hurts…give me a second." Tegan took a few deep breaths and snaked her hand between the two of them. Sara screeched when she felt her clit pinched. "I'll rub you while you thrust, but please thrust slowly."
"Okay," mumbled Sara before going in for a kiss, which her wife received with passion and love.
She pulled away when she felt herself cumming, buried her face in Tegan's chest and took a bite of her flesh as her orgasm ripped through her. Tegan moved her hand to her clit next and rubbed so quickly while Sara was a senseless heap on top of her body, breathing audibly and harshly. Tegan came after a minute and pushed her wife off of her slowly. She moved down toward her legs and slowly pulled the phallus out. Her smooth hands rubbed her wife's vulva for mere seconds to sooth the pain of departure before leaving the bed to go to the bathroom.
Sara could never get up. Her body surrendered and her eyes shut immediately. Tegan washed up and tucked her wife in, covering the shivering woman before kissing her forehead and mumbling an unreciprocated 'goodnight.'
It did only take them half an hour. Thank you, schedule, Tegan said inside her head. Although…she really wished the schedule worked at easing her morning distress when her wife was at work, but, unfortunately, it had fixed everything but her self-worth.
The weekends were the hardest because she would have to masquerade her turmoil and mingle with Sara and her friends. At that point she knew she was never going to be okay again, and she truly accepted it. It's who she was…who she had always been; a melancholic, moody girl who had been distracted by Sara's halo for so long but the luster was wearing off and her old teenage self was slowly returning to her adult body.
But, God, now it was worse. She had two kids she kept dragging down in her misery and a wife who could detect her faults and tribulations.
She woke up with the thoughts from the previous night echoing in her brain, but also what forced her eyes open was the baby whose butt kept on bumping into her head.
"What the actual fuck?" she said loudly, eliciting a groan from her wife beside her. "How did you even?" She gasped, sitting up.
"Teetee mommyyyy," Scarlet cooed happily and wrapped her tiny arms around her mother's neck. "Boobie," she chirped in excitement.
"Umm…Sara?" Tegan said with alert in her voice, hand shaking her wife's sleeping form. "Sara, wake up," she said while horrifically staring at her daughter.
"What?" Sara shouted right before opening her eyes.
"Hi," Scarlet said sweetly, waving her small hand at her mother as she innocently smiled.
"Hey, Scar," Sara extended her arms for her daughter but she was met with rejection as the toddler tightened her grip around her mother's neck. "Okay, got it."
"Sara, how the hell did she come up here?" Tegan interrupted Sara's half-hearted chuckle with her question.
Brow furrowed in confusion, Sara asked, "What do you mean?"
"I woke up and found her ass on my face."
Sara's lips opened in confusion. She sat up slowly and immediately grabbed the monitor on the nightstand beside her. Tegan watched as her eyes widened in shock. "What is it?" she inquired quickly.
"Take a look!" The monitor was handed to her. She attempted taking a look despite the child moving and whining around her.
The room was a mess of clothes and toys. Everything in the drawers was out and everything in the crib was on the floor.
"Did she really…jump out on her own and just come here?" Sara nodded. "How…"
"I don't even know." She looked at her daughter in utter fright and alarm. "Scar, did you come here on your own, baby?"
Scarlet, however, was too engrossed in the fact her mother was topless. Her hunger blinded her and her hand moved towards Sara's chest. "Boobie," she sang loudly, ready to place her lips around Sara's left nipple.
"No," Sara said, pushing her daughter away immediately. She covered herself with the duvet right away as the toddler screeched upon being rejected, tears staining her face.
"She really has no problem with putting her lips around whatever tit she sees," Tegan commented with irritation masking her rasp. She picked the whiny girl and put her on her lap. "Shush, I'll feed you now."
Sara watched her wife begin nursing while her mind wrestled with the fact the toddler was able to escape her crib so freely and easily on her own. She was scared of that little girl and what she was able to do. She was nothing like her biological mother or Adam. If anything, those rebellious genes were probably her uncle's. She had heard many stories about Adam's dad and his ventures as a teenager. Her dad wasn't a saint, either. He, after all, knocked up her mother because of a dare. And she was a lot like him, often she had been informed. She despised it, of course, but her rebel heart took after the Trouble Twins: her dad and uncle, Grandma Sarah liked to call them, the one she was named after…but without the H.
Tegan could barely feed before her milk ran out, and Sara had to finish the feeding with a bottle to calm hungry Scarlet down. Meanwhile Rose had woken up and was immediately handed her own bottle. Tegan attempted tidying up their nursery, but her heart felt heavy with crippling anxiety as she thought about her child falling off her crib while attempting to escape it.
"We should get a larger crib…with longer bars," she informed Sara over breakfast. The twins sat on both of Sara's laps with pacifiers in their mouths. Three looked almost identical to each other it accentuated Tegan's irritation. Why didn't her own children look like her? They were turning into her wife day after day. Rose loved Sara more and while Scarlet preferred her, she had Sara's personality copied.
"I was just thinking about that, but…" Sara sighed. "I'm afraid she'll jump out of it again."
"Ugh. What are we gonna do?"
For the first time ever, Sara seemed clueless. She had no answers and couldn't help but turn to her mother for advice. She urged Tegan to consult Sonia, too.
"We're still not talking," Tegan mumbled.
"She's your mom," Sara said, the way she did almost every time Sara urged her wife to talk to her mother.
"Please," Tegan scoffed, "you're the last person who should give this advice." She wrapped her digits around the steaming dark blue cup, solely for comfort even though it struck her fingertips. She had only had one sip before burning her tongue.
"Babe, my mom's different." Sara didn't care about the heat of her coffee. She grabbed the cup and sipped, pushing Rose's hand off of it before she could touch it, too. Rose whined in her seat. "You know how mentally and emotionally abusive she had been to me."
"Yeah, well…" Tegan faltered. She watched Rose escape her mother's lap, preferring to stand up next to Sara's chair. "She…," she continued softly, looking down at her own crisped toast and black liquid in its holder, "she thinks it's better I leave my children and my wife so that my mental health can improve." Sara sighed loudly. Rose imitated her as if she understood. "She doesn't realize that I can't function without you…in my life," she said those words in a timid whisper as if she hadn't ever verbalized love toward Sara.
Sara herself was taken aback by those words and the collective tears in Tegan's eyes. She gently placed Scarlet down next to her sister and got out of her seat. "You really love me that much?" It was surreal to hear Tegan utter such words after so many months of negligence.
"Sara, are you for…"
Before Tegan could continue, her wife's butt was already on her lap, arms wrapped around her neck, and affection soaring around them. "Oh, Sara," she whispered when she felt her wife's breath against her lips. Their daughters were whiny around them, whimpering and protesting the abandonment they had received.
"I love every part of you, Teetee," the older woman whispered before locking her lips with her wife. A screech sounded in the house. It came right from behind, forcing them to pull away to watch the dramatic scenery of their child pulling at her hair and crying her eyes out merely because she had witnessed their shared intimacy. Rose beside her just stared at her crying face in confusion and bewilderment.
"You have some competition," Tegan said with a cheeky smile. She put her hand on Sara's chin and aided her to steal another passionate kiss accompanied by another agonizing screech that resulted in Rose covering her own ears and joining the crying session, too. "God, Scar, you have serious issues," Tegan said.
"What would she do when she knows we fuck, too, and I put my lips on your nipples like h…"
"Sara!" Tegan interrupted with wide eyes. "God, you're so vulgar." She pushed snickering Sara off her lap slowly until the older woman got up and picked her crying daughter, raising her up then holding her close, showering her tearstained cheeks with kisses. Despite all that, Scarlet pointed toward her other mother, demanding her presence around her. Surrendering to her need, Sara passed her onto her other mother and took a hold of the child that preferred her more.
They had their breakfast sharing soft chatter and plans for the day. Once they were done, Tegan loaded the dishwasher with her kids roaming around her in their smelly diapers. Sara had already secured her place in the shower so she could get ready for work.
Changing the diapers came next. Rose stood next to her mother naming her sister's body parts as Sara had taught her while the other mother changed for the younger twin. "Nothe, wifs, teef, hams," Rose said excitingly while Tegan smiled and cheered for her. "Haiuw," she continued, tangling up her tiny fingers in her sister's curly light brown locks.
"Yes, but leave her alone. She hates it, baby." Tegan removed Rose's hand from Scarlet's hair before another tantrum could erupt.
"Naughty," Rose said loudly.
"No, she's not." Tegan had previously read that treating one child as if they were the bad one and one as if they were the good one might cause a rift between the two and an unwanted competition. She wanted her kids to love each other, so she taught them to hug, hold hands when they felt scared, and kiss each other's cheeks to show love and compassion. Deep down, she knew Scarlet was a nutcase, but she didn't want to make her feel bad from such a young age. Perhaps, when grown up, she'd change. "We love each other, remember?" Rose stared blankly at her. Those gorgeous semi-green eyes and the long dark lashes made her smile. "Soosie is a good girl like Rosie." Rose giggled and nodded. "Right, Soosie?" The mother picked up her daughter and showered her in kisses, eliciting giggles from her.
When it was Rose's turn to be changed, Scarlet started putting everything she had previously taken out of the drawers back in its place.
"Good girl, Soosie," cheered Tegan loudly and happily. "We organize. We don't make a mess, so our room stays beautiful and tidy." She knew Scarlet didn't understand, and she was aware that her kid had an eerie habit of taking things out of their places and putting them back inside, yet she encouraged and talked as if her children understood every word she'd say.
Sara had suggested they get LEGO bricks for them to build, but Tegan had read kids could swallow and choke on them. Bigger pieces for their ages, Sara explained. Tegan absolutely refused. Sara, therefore, found another way to busy her active toddler. Once she did the laundry, she'd give her a clothing item and direct her daughter to put it where it belonged. She color-coded the family clothes, so Scarlet would understand: Yellow was for her, blue for Tegan, Scarlet had chosen green on her own, and Rose couldn't settle on one so they went with red. Sara had painted these colors on pieces of paper and stuck them on small grey baskets. She'd tell Scarlet to put the item inside the blue basket, and Scarlet would quickly oblige. Like a faithful dog, she'd return to receive more orders.
Strange child, Stacy had commented, but very smart. She suggested Montessori learning, and Sara did her research. The kids were starting preschool next fall. She thought about starting with them at home, but she barely found the time. Tegan's learning style was all about spreading love. She didn't care about that nonsense, as she called it.
In the bathroom, Sara stood in front of the mirror applying her daily skin care routine and makeup. She had her fringe clipped in a bobby pin away from her face while she applied eyeliner on the lower lids.
Before hearing the door of her bedroom open, she was able to tell that her wife and kids were about to bombard her needed moments of quietude as the kids' voice was the loudest tone in the house. She loved it, but sometimes she missed the silence.
"Sara?" Tegan called her from outside. The door was partially opened and Tegan's footsteps made its presence behind.
"Hmm?" She looked to her side finding Tegan standing there in her flimsy pajama shorts and old grey t-shirt. Her hair was in a greasy bun and her body bony and scrawny. The more she breastfed, the more weight she lost. Tegan eyed her up and down. She was still half dressed, or mostly undressed with her sheer black pantyhose and her black and rose-gold colored lace bra. "What is it?"
Tegan stepped inside, leaving the door ajar, so that they could watch the twins playing outside. She sat on the counter right next to Sara's makeup bag. She made sure she's not blocking the mirror as she stared at her wife fan the brush against her cheeks to add some healthy color to her pale complexion.
"What's up?" Sara repeated.
"Are we having sex today?" she asked bluntly, but her reddening cheeks gave her bashfulness away. Sara chuckled and grabbed the nude lip liner.
"Aren't we going to Jeremy's and Denise's housewarming party?" Tegan nodded with a groan. Jeremy and Denise had moved to a bigger place; a house with three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a vast living room, a backyard, kitchen, and a tiny garden. They'd have to toy with their daily schedule that Friday. Tegan hated when that happened because it ruined her mood, but Sara had told her before that such days were to be expected. "If we're back early and we're not tired, we'll have a quickie or something."
"Why not when you come back?" Tegan's hand couldn't resist not to grab her wife's breast. Her eyes had been glued on the flesh right in front of her as it moved with Sara's own movement. She put her hand there and squeezed, eliciting a loud gasp from her wife.
"Umm…I," Sara faltered before she could continue speaking and doing her last makeup touches, adding a rosy lip gloss over her outlined lips. "Aren't we supposed to have a nap since the babies will have one, too? We don't wanna be grumpy in the party, you know." Tegan huffed and gave her wife's breast one last squeeze that Sara winced at before letting it go. "If we can't, how about tomorrow morning?"
"Aren't we making chocolate chip cookies?" Tegan interjected like a child; her voice soft but full of whiny innocence. "I really want those, Sara, please." Sara couldn't help but laugh and kiss her nose.
"Of course. I meant, like, early morning when the babies take their first nap after you breastfeed Scar and Rose chugs down her milk." Tegan nodded slowly, already fixing the schedule in her head. Sara pecked her lips quickly and moved outside of the bathroom.
She gasped loudly when she saw the dress she had prepared on the floor with Rose's tiny hands moving it left and right. Tegan stood behind; eyes opened in shock.
"Rosie, why?" Sara said, taking the dress away from her to inspect it. "God," she said loudly with a huff as she eyed the creases created by her daughter.
"Clean clean," Rose said happily, but Sara didn't even smile.
"Of course," Tegan said with a chuckle. "This is what you get for cleaning 24/7, Sara." She took the dress away from her wife and shook her head. "Go finish your hair. I'll iron it for you."
"But it was on the floor," Sara said hesitantly, eyes on Scarlet in their walk-in closet freeing all her bras from the drawer. That drawer had been the stash of their sex toys before, but Scarlet had a habit of freeing all the items in every drawer she could reach, so—when once she was able to take out their personal and private items while they were arguing—Sara decided to switch the drawers and put her bras in the bottom one instead.
"The floor that you clean daily?" Tegan laughed a little. "Scarlet, put your mom's bras back in their place right now," she yelled so her daughter could hear, but the only reaction she received was a jovial shriek and Rose crawling to her sister's place.
Before Sara could leave, she made sure her wife had enough money for her trip to the mall. "Use the card if you run out."
"I'm just buying the coffee machine you told me about for them." Sara nodded.
"No, buy that with the card. Keep the money for emergency." Tegan blinked. She was always confused with Sara's money worries and rules. Nobody used cash those days and she hated having so much cash with her because she often lost whatever she had. Plus, it's not like she didn't have her own money. Her mother had told her to keep that a secret and not tell Sara about the money she gained through her father's real-estate, but Sara already knew and acted as if Tegan was on the brims of poverty and she was her only financial aid.
"Fine. Any more orders, Dr. Clement?" Sara shook her head with laughter and a quick kiss that Scarlet objected seeing by pushing her mother's leg.
"Just strap this one well in her stroller, and keep a good eye on her." She picked her up quickly to give her a kiss, but Rose screeched and ran in order to get the same treatment. "God, I love Tegan's babies. They're just like her." Sara winked at her wife whose face was red with embarrassment knowing Sara was hinting at the jealousy she had portrayed earlier upon seeing Sara in one of her short dresses.
Tegan pushed her kids in the stroller as she toured the mall. Shopping was her least favorite activity, but Sara insisted that Tegan should leave the house at least once a week when she's at work. It's better for her mental health, Sara reckoned. It didn't really matter. Tegan knew her issues, and she hated when someone, whoever they were, tried to fix what they couldn't understand. Talking about her issues was not an option; she'd never been a communicative person. That's what frustrated Sara the most when they first met in Sara's class. Sara wasn't able to read her, and it was a huge dare for her to get with the quiet girl.
At the beginning, Sara seemed the mysterious, quiet woman that Tegan was dying to read, too. However, days had proved that Sara's rather talkative, communicative, and expressive.
Tegan resorted to writing like Sara had once advised her when her kids were only days old. She had told her that writing helped clear her head, organize her thoughts, and understand what was wrong with her. That was true, but she still couldn't—or, perhaps, wouldn't—communicate it.
Therefore, she hid what she wrote. She had her own blog and she had been writing since her kids were six months old. It first started as a thought-sharing process about motherhood at such a young age, but, ultimately, her blog became her source of comfort, and the people who read and responded became her friends in her secret world.
Sara didn't know anything about the blog, and she didn't want to tell her.
Often times when she felt so down, she deserted the blog, too. That's when she watched too much porn. She knew that Sara was aware of that. That's why they had the schedule; Sara truly wanted to have a healthy sex life, and Tegan appreciated that she was trying.
During one of her classes, Sara was called by her mother-in-law. She left the phone ringing on silent and nonchalantly continued discussing Sylvia Plath's "Daddy" with her students. The discussion was way too heated for her to interrupt the 19-year-olds and respond to Sonia.
When she finished, she walked down to her office with one of her students by her side. He had a question about the project she had assigned, so she told him to follow her.
As she listened to him go on about his lack of understanding, she hummed and texted Tegan. She also found an audio message from her mother awaiting. It was probably about the question they had earlier.
"I don't get what you don't understand when you just explained the whole thing right now," she remarked shortly. "Listen, I always tell my students not to think too much and just do whatever they understand. You don't have to complicate matters." She smiled politely; a smile she had forced herself to plaster on her face so that she could get it over with.
Tegan texted her a picture of the coffee machine in its box right then. Scarlet and Rose stood behind with hyper malice springing out of their eyes. The more they grew up, the harder to deal with they became; or maybe she was terrible at that.
"Oh…uh…sure. So…," Dylan paused. "I have it all understood?" Sara nodded impatiently, and he stood up right away. "Okay…I guess…thank you."
"Good luck." She smiled again and watched him walk out. "Please close the door." And so he did.
She listened to her mother's voice note first. Her advice was to move the toddlers to a lower crib because now that Scarlet figured out she could leave it and walk out of her room to her mothers', she was bound to do it every time. Rose was definitely going to follow. Evelyn warned Sara that if they kept the cribs much longer, Scarlet might fall and hurt herself.
Problem was the cribs they had couldn't go lower than that. It meant Sara had to purchase new ones. They were already over the budget of that month. The whole Jeremy and Denise housewarming party was something they hadn't thought of at the beginning of the month when they purchased Emy's and Stacy's Christmas gifts. That Christmas and New Year was going to be different because they were all going to Vancouver since the Clements wanted a reunion with Sara to see the babies. Stacy, surely, was involved since her mother was a close friend of Evelyn and Adam's mother, Narissa.
She dialed up Sonia with a drumming chest. She had texted her about the cribs, too, when her mother took too long to respond, but Sonia took more time. She also wanted to talk to her about her rift with Tegan.
"I had a surgery this morning," Sonia informed. "That's why it took me so much time."
"I had a class when you rang," Sara said.
"Oh, I'm sorry…I somehow forgot." She sighed loudly. "I called Tegan many times, but of course she didn't pick up."
"Yeah…" Sara didn't know what else she could say. Tegan was angry and she had every right to be. She was beyond exasperated as well, but she never wanted to be the reason Tegan and her mom didn't talk. "I tried to talk to her, but…"
"You know, it really hurts me that she misunderstood me." Sonia was clearly distressed. "I never said anything about you two getting a divorce."
"Mhm." Sara's legs shook as she sat.
"I just told her that if being a mother is the reason her mental health is so bad, then maybe she should take a break and leave the kids with you…like just a month or two for her to detox." Sara shook her head in disbelief. Both she and Tegan knew she couldn't handle the kids alone.
"You know, therapy also helps, but she doesn't want that," she interjected. "Running away from the problem isn't going to fix it. She's depressed; she knows it but won't admit it. I know her, Sonia, and that's why she's with me." It wasn't a competition, but during that moment Sara acted as if it was.
"I know," whispered the mother in defeat and surrender. "I just truly miss her." She was crying; Sara heard the loud sniffle. "I might have fucked up, but it's out of love."
"I understand." Sara wanted to cry, too, but for another reason. Her mother-in-law didn't like her; it was the truth no matter how hard she tried to deny it or fix it. Sonia thought she's the reason Tegan was going through an ongoing crisis. Perhaps it was all her fault; what could she do now, anyway? She tried her best to convince Tegan to get back to work, but even that her wife seemed incapable of doing. She was trying everything she could, but nothing worked. Even the schedule plan was going to fall short eventually; Sara wasn't naïve. "I'll talk to her again."
Silence met them for a little bit until Sonia's deep breath pierced through it. "About the…" She still sniffled and took deeper breaths. "The crib thing." Sara tried to put herself in Sonia's shoes: if it were Rose or Scarlet and they stopped talking to her because she wanted the best for them, she'd feel hurt as well. She'd cry. She often cried when Scarlet rejected her and chose Tegan for solace instead. Not much anymore, but she used to do that. Now it just bothered her, but she didn't cry about it.
"Mother told me to get a lower crib because she's going to keep on jumping out of it now that she figured out how to do that."
"Definitely." Sonia sighed. "Tegan used to do that. Her favorite activity was leaving her crib to come to our bed."
"Most toddlers do that," Sara said. "Mother informed me that I'd done that, too." Sonia didn't answer and Sara felt the shame of having said something offensive crawl up her spine. "I'll purchase new cribs as soon as I can." No, that sounded wrong; Sonia was going to tell she didn't have money. She couldn't borrow from her mother, too; she wanted to get her a proper Christmas gift. Not even Stacy. Maybe Adam. "I mean, like, in a bit. I just need to finish wor…"
"I already did," Sonia interrupted.
"What?"
"I just did while we're talking." No. That was wrong. "We got Ted's son a really quality crib and I just did for the twins, too. They deserve the same treatment."
"Why?" Sara was shocked, on the verge of tears. "I'm not your charity case, Sonia."
"No, you're not," Sonia said with a chuckle. "It's my Christmas gift." Her mother-in-law knew too well. She understood it all.
"Tegan's not going to like this." That's all Sara could think of. "Thank you, but…can you please cancel the order? I can't acc…"
"Sara, it's not that I feel bad for you or her. I want to gift my grandchildren something they could use. Please just accept it and thank me by making her talk to me."
Sara cried silently but tried her best not to make her tears noticed. "Alright…Th…"
"They will be shipped next week, though," Sonia interrupted, "so you might want be careful until then."
…
Stevie and her mom visited Tegan in the afternoon. They brought sugar cookies shaped into Christmas trees and coated with colored cream. Christmas was exactly a month away but their neighbors were quite the festive bunch.
Tegan presented coffee for the mother and a can of soda to her daughter who had just been back from school. She was so infatuated with Tegan. Kids always were. It was Ella, Dana's daughter, and Stevie. Every little girl loved her, even her daughters. Sometimes she liked to believe she owned a special superpower, but Sara told her she had an innocent face that kids loved. Though her features were sharp, her eyes presented pure innocence and mysterious calmness, Sara had noted.
Stevie told her about her new girlfriend. "She looks like you," she said without any shame. Her mother carried it through a rubicund face and an apologetic smile that Tegan nodded at. "And she's only a year older, so it's fine."
"Stevie, we should go," Madeline announced. "I've gotta finish the cooking and your father's home soon."
"Can I stay here to play with Soosie and Rosie?" Upon hearing their names, the two toddlers stopped playing with their toys and looked up at the girl seated beside them on the floor.
"Of cou…"
"No, you have plenty of homework," before Tegan could continue, the neighbor interrupted. Stevie frowned. "Plus, this is their nap time, isn't it, Tegan?"
"Well, yeah, in half an hour, but…"
"See?" Tegan was interrupted again. Madeline stood up. Stevie stood defeatedly and walked behind her. "Bye, Tegan. Say hi to Sara."
"Will do." She was afraid she would get interrupted again, but she wanted to make Stevie feel better, "You can always visit when you don't have homework, Stevie. You can just give us a call to make sure we're home and the kids are awake." She smiled at her neighbor who was smiling politely out of courtesy, but Tegan had a feeling she didn't like them.
Surprisingly, half an hour later, when Sara was expected to arrive, their best friend visited for a matter she deemed urgent. When Sara arrived five minutes after, she was also shocked to find Stacy there.
Sara had climbed up the stairs with confusion playing in her ears upon hearing Stacy's voice expressing a tale monotonously.
"Hi," she said and was immediately interrupted by a squeal coming from her youngest. Rose dropped her bottle on the floor and ran up to her. She laughed loudly and picked her up. "Hey, you." She showered the chubby face with kisses while her eyes focused on her other daughter biting onto the nipple of her bottle and staring at her with an unreadable look. "Hey, Soosie, wanna give mommy a hug, too?"
"Sasa mommy," Scarlet said right away. Stacy's eyes widened in awe. Scarlet walked up shyly to give the hug and receive the much-needed attention. She was picked up next, kisses were given to her, and giggles sounded in the room.
"This is just adorable," Stacy commented, "I think my ovaries have reacted in a way I don't necessarily need right now."
"No, please," both Sara and Tegan chanted simultaneously. They stared at one another and laughed.
"Whoa, Jeez, my production is cute."
"Production," Sara scoffed and sat down next to her wife with Scarlet on her lap and Rose by her side. "Anyway, why are you here?"
"Sara," Tegan whispered in a warning tone.
"No hospitality whatsoever; that's my best friend," Stacy said and Sara rolled her eyes in mockery, slouching backward a little bit with the toddler still on her lap and the other kneading her thigh. "Anyway, I want something nice to wear tonight."
Sara nodded. "You could have already taken anything you wanted, Stace." It wasn't like them to borrow clothes from each other those days, but they had done it more than often when they were younger. Their closets were always offered to one another.
"No, I wanted to wait for you. I didn't wanna take something you might want."
"I still don't know how you two fit into each other's clothes," Tegan remarked. Sara stood up, letting go of her daughter. The other held tightly onto her, her nails dug onto the flimsy material of the pantyhose, and as Sara moved, the material got ripped. "Oh, shit, Rosie."
Sara looked down and shook her head. "It's fine," she whispered and untangled her daughter's tiny hand from the sheer black material.
"Uh oh, woozie," Scarlet said. "Uh oh." She covered her mouth and looked up at the mother she feared the most. Sara didn't show any sign of anger, but when Rose felt all eyes on her accompanied by her sister's blame, she burst in tears.
"Oh, no, no, it's fine, it's fine." Sara knelt down and kissed her child's cheek.
"Issokay, woozie," Scarlet said, and immediately hugged her sister.
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I think I need ten of them."
Tegan was smiling at the embrace. Sara continued planting kisses on both her daughters' faces. "Thank God Emy doesn't have a penis."
"Tee, they're definitely very sleepy," Sara remarked
"Yes, yes," Tegan affirmed. "They just threw their bottles when they saw you. I'll put them in their cribs when they're done."
"Alright, let's go to the room then, Stacy." The nurse nodded and walked behind.
She had her green scrubs on with a tight bun. She had an unflattering sports bra underneath, so whatever Sara handed her just didn't look well. Tegan and the kids were watching. She didn't mind it, but she wondered why Tegan hadn't taken the kids to the nursery to put them to sleep.
"You can use the side of my closet, too," Tegan eventually offered after the many huffs and irritated sighs.
"If I wanted your style, I'd borrow anything from Emy's closet."
"Ouch," Tegan mouthed toward her snickering wife.
"I think it's the bra," Sara suggested.
"Yeah," Stacy agreed, taking off the black dress Sara had handed. "Give me your sexiest bra," she said immediately. They had worn each other's bras when they were teenagers.
"None of my bras are your size," Sara said, but still knelt down to the bottom drawer to grab one of her bras.
Tegan and Sara screamed when Stacy casually unclasped the material right there in front of them. "What?"
"My God, I didn't wanna see your tits." The kids were falling asleep in her arms.
"It's enough I could see the tampon string slipping out of your thong," Sara added, and Tegan's eyes widened in embarrassment.
"Please, you two act as if we haven't all seen each other naked." She put on the dress again on top of Sara's bra. Her smile extended across her face as the shape finally settled on her body. "I'm taking the bra, too."
"How is it even…," Tegan began to ask, but stopped.
"How is it what?" Stacy asked loudly.
"Nothing," Tegan said, cheeks burning red.
"She means how does it fit you? You barely have half my boobs." Tegan shyly nodded. "That's a small one, Tee."
"Your boobs aren't that big," she told her best friend. "I tightened it. I'll wash everything when I return it."
"It's fine," Sara said. "You don't disgust me." Sara picked up sleeping Scarlet to take her to her crib and Tegan picked up Rose. Stacy walked out with the clothes and said her goodbyes as the two mothers headed to the nursery.
In their bedroom, before they napped, Sara informed her wife about the phone call to which Tegan responded with lengthy and heavy silence.
"I really didn't want her to pay, but she thinks this way maybe you can talk to her." Tegan only chuckled. "Maybe you should talk to her, not because she bought the cribs, but she's really suffering."
"It's funny," Tegan mumbled. It was barely audible that Sara thought she had imagined hearing it. "Stacy was just telling me to talk to Emy because she's not talking to her mom." Tegan's body scooted closer to her wife's frame, her head on the bony shoulder. "I'm just so upset about what she said, Sara."
The older woman was aware that her wife hadn't told her the entire conversation otherwise she would have probably hated the mother. She had an idea what such conversation that sparked separation might contain, but she didn't want to create a bigger problem.
"You really can't afford the cribs?" Tegan asked, dismissing Sara's plea to reconcile with her mother.
"I just don't want to touch our joint saving account. We have lots of future plans for them, and I don't want to exceed the budget and touch that money." Tegan pecked her exposed shoulder. "Once I go there, I'll always go there." She paused for a second then continued, "Unless it's an emergency, of course," she whispered, "and I hope that doesn't happen."
"I guess it's fine that she paid for it," Tegan finally said with a yawn. "Your mom buys them tons of things, too." It was true; Sara always welcomed her mother spending on the kids but never her mother-in-law. "It's not like she's poor. If I'd tell you the amount of real-estate she has, your jaw will drop." Sara was laughing. She felt a kiss placed on top of her head and realized she was sleepy-blabbering and should better shut her mouth before she exposed something her mother never wanted to share with Sara.
They didn't nap for too long. An hour and a half for Sara and two hours for Tegan was more than enough time to get their vigor restored despite the fact that Sara spent a good amount of time waking up her wife and was met with groans and whiny retorts. The older woman made some coffee and the younger one sipped it groggily with eyes barely opened. Sara seized the moment by making her face a canvas of light kisses.
"I'm gonna spill my coffee," first the younger woman whispered but to no avail. "I''ll burn myself." Sara pecked her lips, grabbing the cup and placing it on the coffee table. "No," she then said with a giggle when Sara placed her own cup on the coffee table and returned with a more passionate kiss. "Now?"
"Mmm." Sara just wanted her to shut up and kiss back, so she ended up topping her on the navy couch. The ringing of those light giggles made Sara's heart and clit both flutter in sync.
Sara's lips descended down toward Tegan's neck as the latter arched her back in need. Sara lifted up the grey top and placed her lips around one hard nipple. Tegan's moan came in loud and resonant, and Sara's hair was soon pulled and tortured. When she felt the drops of milk on her tongue, Sara descended again to cover the toned stomach with more wet affection while her hand played with the other nipple she hadn't put in her mouth. Soon the matching grey sweatpants were pulled down with Tegan's baby blue underwear and the thin pale thighs were wrapped around the heated red cheeks while Sara's tongue fucked her wife's moist cunt.
She didn't have to do much before an orgasm approached. A slender finger was pushed inside, massaging the soft walls that throbbed around it while Tegan's clit found a home inside Sara's lips. Once Tegan came, Sara drank her juices and placed the sweatpants right beneath her crotch so their couch wouldn't be ruined especially that she didn't have time to clean it now that they had to go out.
"God, Sara," she said drowsily after her orgasm. Her eyes were barely opened and the after-sex glow adorned her features. Her sweat glistened as it painted her rosy face. "This is why I married you." She sat up with a groan, her back reminding her of the countless uncomfortable positions she engaged in while secretly masturbating.
"For sex on the couch?" She handed her the coffee and kissed her cheek. "It's cold now."
"Ha! Funny," Tegan scoffed and took a sip of the lukewarm liquid. "It's still fine." She yawned and smiled widely. "Anyway, it's not the sex…it's just I like when you do that dominant professor thing." Sara chortled loudly. "When you used to teach me, I'd be so turned on. I'd imagine you taking me right there in front of everyone."
"I've always had a feeling you liked being watched and enjoyed voyeurism," Sara teased and was immediately nudged. "You're such a bottom." Tegan shrugged. It had stopped bothering her being a bottom. Sara wasn't the greatest top herself, but she had to be with Tegan.
"Are you not horny?" Tegan wondered loudly when she was putting on her sweatpants again.
"I'm fine," Sara said. "I'll wash up in the bathroom and it'll be okay." When Sara said she was fine, it meant Tegan should stop asking. They had reached that silent agreement a while ago. When Sara was horny, she begged for sex and it was annoying, anyway, so Tegan didn't mind it when Sara's hormones weren't as balanced anymore. No sex for Sara…fine, as long as she was getting fucked. Plus, she had an orgasm the night before and three nights ago two orgasms.
…
"I just wanna sit home with you and watch you bake chocolate-chip cookies," Tegan whined while Sara drove. She craved another orgasm. Sara did so, too. They dressed together then made out. Tegan rubbed Sara above her clothed crotch but didn't get her to orgasm. It left Sara's clit and core cry in need. She squeezed her legs as she drove.
"I just wanna have something inside me right now," Sara voiced unabashedly. Tegan only giggled. "Fuck, I'm so horny."
"Stop the car and let us fuck." Sara squinted at Tegan's suggestion. They were in the middle of a crowded road.
"We're already late," she said. "Plus, I don't like a public audience."
"Let's leave earlier then, please." Sara sighed. "Please."
"Let's just try not to be too rude like we were on Valentine's Day." Tegan nodded. "You really need to socialize, too. It's healthy."
"Not when I'm this horny." But when was she not? If Sara knew the number of times she masturbated the previous week, she would laugh at her. Something was seriously wrong with her hormones.
At least she could momentarily forget about the state of her arousal as she chatted with Emy and a couple of Jeremy's friends from office. The conversation one girl she forgot the name of carried the hints of interest at the beginning when she began telling the two girls about the Taylor Swift concert she had been to, but soon it was shifted toward her boyfriend's meal which Tegan could not care less about. She eyed her best friend who clearly faked interest then her eyes moved toward the other circle of people which grouped Stacy looking sexy as ever in Sara's short, sleeveless dress and her wife in one of her shortest grey skirts and an almost sheer black shirt that Tegan had to throw a comment about earlier. Sara's eyelashes fluttered whenever the man that stood beside them said something. Tegan shook her head at her wife's demeanor around attractive men. It was utterly infuriating having to keep an eye on her around both men and women. It's not like Sara was ever going to cheat, but the mere fact that Sara was putty and mellow around those people aggravated her. When they flirted, Sara received the flirtation with a welcoming smile and giggled like a school girl. She would blush and bite her lower lip. She would lose her controlling demeanor and turn into, Tegan liked to think, a "pick-me." Tegan had called her that one time and a huge argument was aroused.
She let her be, however. If she focused on her, she was either going to feel jealous or increasingly aroused. It's shameful that a number of women in the party helped her maintain her arousal. Still though, she only longed for the touch of her wife; her wife's lips, licks, and fingers in her.
After dinner and one drink, she sat next to Sara and whispered her need in the older woman's flaming ears. Sara blushed uncomfortably while nodding. A man Tegan hadn't noticed before was talking to her wife about academia. He seemed to have been mansplaining because Sara's demeanor seemed defensive and recoiled. Tegan, therefore, did the work for her. She announced that they had to head back home because the babysitter was having a hard time dealing with the kids. They heard some remarks here and there but ignored them.
"This is the third one you get," Denise announced in discontent.
"Your kids aren't that rowdy," Jeremy said.
"Yeah, it's so weird no babysitter can handle them," Emy added.
"Definitely strange," Stacy mumbled, but the knowing smirk made Sara shoot daggers her way. "Well, you better hurry before Caroline loses her mind."
Sara texted Stacy "Fuck you" the moment she left. Stacy immediately responded with a heart emoji and an "I love you, too."
The speed Sara drove with ended up making them stopped on the highway. A tall and tanned female police officer stopped Sara's car and asked for her ID and license. Tegan's laughter was tightly caged inside her system.
"Ma'am, why are you driving like that?" said the officer sternly.
"Our kids are throwing a fit at home and the babysitter called us and told us to hurry," Sara used the same lie, and the police officer extended her neck to take a quizzical look at her silent wife who smiled in return. "I'm really sorry, officer," Sara interrupted the fiery gaze of the other woman. "We really worried about the babies." The woman nodded and Sara swore after she drove that she had seen her lick her lower lip while checking her wife out.
"She looked at your tits," Sara said and Tegan giggled.
"No, idiot. She can't even see them. My coat is covering my blue shirt…which is literally very wide."
"She checked you out and you liked it," Sara argued jokingly.
"She looked at your legs, too. She checked both of us out."
"And you liked it," Sara repeated with a plastered smirk. The clit she treasured between her legs throbbed for attention.
"She's hot," Tegan teased. "Looks so in control."
"I knew it," Sara whispered. Tegan just loved women who seemed authoritative. Sara had been a fantasy to her before she became her ordinary wife and, therefore, she had to occasionally rekindle that fantasy in order to keep Tegan hers.
"Remember Emy's Halloween costume?" Sara asked the moment she paid the babysitter and closed the door behind her. The kids were asleep. Their plan had to work.
"Police officer?" Tegan raised an eyebrow. "Why?" she loudly inquired.
"She forgot her handcuffs here, I'm positive." The Halloween party was at their house that year, too. Everyone dressed up that time. Sara and Tegan were pest control while the kids were raccoons.
"Yeah, they're on the shelf by the door. Why do…" Tegan gasped upon realizing Sara's plan through Sara's smug smile. "Fuck, Sara, no." Though everything within her said yes.
Sara didn't wait for too long before completely stripping her wife and locking one arm with the handle of the drawer on Tegan's bedside table. It took her a little while to figure out where she could handcuff Tegan while the latter laughed and laughed till Sara found her way. A toy was selected next and Sara was stark nude and gloriously strapped.
They made out and fondled each other's breasts. "If I had another handcuff, I'd do the same to your other hand," Sara whispered and kissed the ear she said those words to. "Won't make you move. Just watch and get punished."
"For what?" Tegan asked sensually. "Punish me for what?"
"For looking at other women and wishing they'd fuck you, too." Tegan bit her lower lip when Sara's fingers played with the lips between her legs. She was drenched and ready. "I saw the way you looked at the women in the party." Sara kissed her clit quickly. "Did you imagine their tongues on your pussy like mine is?" She licked the wet slit intentionally loudly. "Slurping those delicious juices your pussy makes." She was writhing underneath, barely able to control the spasms her core released. "Pushing their fingers in that small hole." Sara plunged in two digits and thrust very quickly. "So tight but only I know how to fuck it." Tegan was just a moaning mess by then. Her body swayed with Sara's thrusts and her free hand tried her best to get to her clit. "No," Sara objected, pushing her away. "Play with your tits. Give me a show while I fuck myself in front of you."
"Sara, please, please," she begged like a whore, Sara thought. Her whiny voice made Sara rejoice. Sara stood between her torso, legs spread and cunt glistening though the slit in the harness. The same two fingers that had been in her were suddenly inside her wife's cunt, pushing mercilessly while the older woman grunted in nirvana. "Sara," Tegan whispered once the woman collapsed on her because her body couldn't hold her any longer. "Sit on my face."
Sara happily and hastily yielded. Though annoying it was doing it while strapped, she still managed to do that and get tongue-fucked and scream about it when she came in Tegan's mouth.
"Sara," she said after a whole minute of panting coming out of Sara's lungs as she rested her weight on top of her. "Now do me."
Sara stared at her for a while until they kissed again. Their tongues wrestled for dominance that Sara easily gained once she pinched her wife's engorged nipple. Tegan screeched in pain and pleasure, arching her back as her patience had been tested and the pain of arousal had mastered her body.
"Just fuck me already," she said loudly, making Sara tsk cunningly.
"That voice won't get you anywhere, little Teetee." Tegan's pouty lips earned a quick peck before Sard finally positioned herself between her wife's spread legs. "You didn't only stare at women like that, but also at my best friend. I saw you looking at her body up and down." Tegan only blushed while shaking her head. "Denial won't make me go easy on you." The other nipple was pinched, too, but since Sara thrust in at the same time, Tegan's breaths were hitched as the rush of pain took over her body.
It was too painful how fast and hard Sara was thrusting as if she really was punishing her for something she had done. Tears streamed down her face. She loved it so much. When Sara paused for a second and asked her if she should stop, Tegan told her to continue. Sara did so with passion and need and once Tegan felt ready, Sara played with her clit until she came.
Tegan didn't see what happened after. Sara pulled out and inserted the same toy in herself. Tegan fell asleep watching Sara fuck herself.
She woke up first because she wanted to use the bathroom. When she pulled her arm toward her face in order to stretch, the resistance that came from the handcuffed part caused the bedside table to shake, her drawer to open and her lamp to fall off, making her gasp and her wife to immediately rise up.
"Shit, Sara, uncuff me, please," Tegan ordered. "I gotta pee."
"Shit, wait." Sara got up and put on her glasses immediately. She stumbled on the toy on the floor and fell down. Tegan laughed loudly while Sara groaned in pain. "Fuck me," she cursed and stood up again. "Where did you put the key?"
"It didn't have a key. Just…I don't know, turn the thing around I think." Sara furrowed her brows and walked up to the other side of the bed in order to unlock the handcuffs. When she sighed in defeat after two attempts, her fears were confirmed. "What is it?"
"It needs a key," she whispered. "See?" She tried to pull the other side of the handcuffs to show her wife the place for the key, but she ended up pulling Tegan instead. "Oops, sorry." She said with a suppressed giggle when her wife screamed. "We need a key."
"There wasn't any key. Oh, my God." The younger woman began to panic. "Call Emy. Give me the phone. I gotta call her."
"Are you sure there's no key?" It was barely 7 in the morning. Sara was certain their friends weren't awake. Plus, what would she tell them? Stacy would make fun of her for ages. Heck, she'd probably deliver the news to everyone they both knew, and it would end up in Vancouver with her mom to be ashamed of her…and Adam, Audrey, Narissa, her uncle Todd, aunt Helen, her grandfather Josh, and all the other cousins. Oh, God, no, they were going to meet them next month and Stacy wouldn't shut up about it.
"Sara, no," Tegan screamed. "I have to pee." She started crying uncontrollably. "What the fuck was wrong with us last night?"
"Okay, I'll call, but they're probably asleep." She tried however. The phone rang only once and Stacy picked up.
"What's up?" Stacy asked before any greeting.
"Are you okay?" Her voice sounded foreign, tired, full of subdued cries.
"The key," Tegan said with a glare.
"Ella's been puking all night long. I couldn't get any sleep."
"Shit, I'm sorry…"
Tegan grabbed the phone and put it on speaker with her free hand. "Stacy, listen, I need you to pay attention and if Emy's awake, please get her on speaker."
"Oh…okay…Emy…Em…wake up." Sara shook her head hearing her best friend wake her partner up. Tegan filled them in immediately and when they laughed, Tegan's cries increased.
"I just need the motherfucking key, and I don't want you to make fun of me, okay?"
"Fine, we have the key." Stacy still laughed. "Horny teenagers I sw…"
"Listen, Stacy," Sara spoke vehemently, "I swear to God you tell anyone about this, I'll tell them about the period cunnilingus," she threatened, hearing Emy's abashed gasps and protests.
"Chill," Stacy exclaimed. "Emy will get it to you now." Stacy was bothered at the accusation, and Sara had no time to apologize. "And keep it with you, so you won't embarrass yourselves next time."
"Please let her hurry; I'm gonna pee myself."
Stacy ended the call before Tegan could even finish her sentence. Sara kissed her forehead and apologized for her stupidity. "I'll wash up and get Scarlet changed because she's awake and I don't want her climbing out of the crib." Tegan nodded in defeat.
It took Emy about 45 minutes to get there. Sara took a very quick five-minute shower then changed for her babies and gave them their morning bottles. Scarlet protested because she liked to be breastfed in the morning. Tegan only breastfed her twice now and her sister once. Sara had to convince her by keeping her out of Tegan's room until she was full and hyper enough. After that, Sara took the kids to the bedroom where Tegan was on her phone. The kids wanted to hug their mom, but they couldn't. They stared at the handcuffs in bewilderment, but Sara immediately distracted them with Cocomelon on TV. She grabbed the wet wipes pack from the bathroom and cleaned the fluids between Tegan's legs, so she could help her put on her underwear and pajama pants. Such intimate gesture made the couple stare at one another shyly while their kids danced in the room.
Emy got in through the spare key that she had and unlocked the cuffs with a face beet red. Tegan thanked her and ran topless toward the bathroom. She didn't even close the door. She sat down on the toilet and freed her bladder; nothing Emy hadn't seen.
Sara thanked awkwardly and the kids made a circle around Emy, chanting for her.
"Why don't you stay for breakfast?" Sara offered while discarding the sheets off the mattress. "I'm baking Tegan the cookies she loves, so stay a little bit and take some to Stacy and Ella."
Emy nodded silently. Rose was tugging at her grey sweatpants and Scarlet repeated a lisped "sit" a number of times until she sat on the floor and the twins both sat on her lap.
"They really love you," Sara remarked. Tegan was in the shower by then.
"It's because I play with them when Stacy and I babysit." Sara nodded. "Stacy doesn't have the patience."
"Oh, tell me about it. She likes children from afar, but not up close."
"Yeah," Emy mumbled.
When Tegan left the bathroom, everyone left to the kitchen with Sara so she could get dressed. After less than ten minutes, she showed up to the breakfast table where her wife and best friend sat in utter awkward silence.
"Is Ella still throwing up?" she asked to break the ice.
"Yeah, I was just telling Sara. We got home last night and our neighbor told us she had a fever."
"Maybe she got it from Linda." Linda was the kid that played with Ella, their neighbor's child.
"No, I think from school."
The conversation was light, but Emy still felt uncomfortable without Stacy by her side. When her partner asked what had taken her so long, she told her Sara insisted she'd stay. Stacy didn't say anything after. She hated that she needed Stacy around to be herself around Sara. That fear was never going to diminish; the professor was simply intimidating.
Sara made both help her with the cookies Tegan had asked for. Tegan then breastfed both babies while the cookies were in the oven and Sara prepared some coffee.
"I want to talk to you both," Sara said when she put the cookies plate in front of them and handed a coffee mug to each. Rose was walking behind her wherever she moved and Scarlet was sitting beside Tegan on the couch, distracted by a broken remote-control Sara had given her so she wouldn't throw the new one when she had an anger outburst like she'd done to the one in her hands.
"What is it?" Tegan asked, stuffing a cookie in her mouth and moaning loudly. Her daughter looked up and her eyes opened up widely. Green forests that Sara couldn't handle not to smile at, she handed Scarlet a cookie and Rose one, and the two girls munched on the sugary goodness the way their mother did. Emy also loved how gooey and soft they were and thanked Sara.
"Anyway, you two need to reconcile with your mothers."
"Ugh." Tegan rolled her eyes and Emy looked down.
"Listen to me, your mothers aren't bad people. They're just worried and are caring."
"My mom's not the best, Sara," Emy finally spoke. "Her whole objection of Stacy is because they're the same age and she has a kid."
"Yeah, she's worried," Sara reasoned. "You don't have to be best friends with her. Just talk to her and make amends. Stacy doesn't want to be the reason your mother and you have a rift." Nodded Emy. "Same thing with me, and I told you this, Tegan. Your mother doesn't like me; that's her opinion of me and I truly don't care. Don't let me be the reason you don't talk to your mother."
"Sara, when you and your mother didn't talk and I begged you to make amends or at least to give her a chance or even show her to me, you told me to stay out of it." She took a deep breath. "So I'm kindly telling you to stay out of it."
Sara wasn't fully aware what Sonia thought of her. She didn't know half of the words Sonia had said about her. Tegan was not going to tell her, so she told her to stay out of it. Emy remained silent until the conversation was changed and she had to leave.