Title: Window Seat

A/N: The fanchildren from Makeover are in here again, and this time, Mama!Lucy's the focus of this story.

It started out as a contest that the girls would have whenever they rode the train.

"No fair! Why do you always get the window seat?!"

First, they would start racing to their seats the moment they're called to board.

"I won fair and square, remember? Besides, I like watching the view from outside."

Then the usual bickering erupts between them as one of them would try to fight for the window seat.

"That's 'cause no one blocked you on the way!"

Eventually, the bickering turns to a shouting contest…

"Yeah, well at least I didn't get here by jumping from the empty seats!"

…and sooner or later, it escalates into a catfight of hair-pulling and scratching, if not stopped right away.

"'Anything goes,' remember?!"

"Girls…" She was starting to lose her patience here.

"I'm sure we agreed the last time that we weren't gonna do that anymore!"

"Girls…" she said more firmly as she could've sworn she felt a vein pop on her forehead.

"You're just saying that just because you're older and bigger and can't do that anymore!"

That does it. She's finally hit her breaking point.

"GIRLS!"

The two girls immediately flinched as they slowly turned to their mother with the most terrified expressions they've ever had on their faces.

"We are going to be on this train for the next two hours, and I am not going to let you two spend your time arguing over a seat near the window." the mother said in a firm and, as her daughters would put it, scary tone.

"B-But…"

"Now, I'll give you girls two choices here: it's either you two settle this issue right now without fighting…"

The two girls nodded anxiously. "Y-Yeah…"

"…or, one of you switches with me in taking care of Papa right now. And just so it'll be fair, I'll make sure you'll both be taking turns with each other. Is that clear?"

The two girls looked at their father, who looked as white as a sheet as he was leaning on their mother's shoulder, and was trying not to vomit on the floor. They loved their Papa dearly, they really did, but they both knew that they had no idea of what to do by themselves whenever he got motion-sick.

"So what's it going to be, girls?"

The girls looked at each other tentatively for a moment until Luna, the older one, finally spoke up.

"M-Mimi…" she said as she tried to talk to her sister in a nervous tone, "do you wanna switch seats with me right now?"

Mimi just nodded back furiously at her. "Yeah…yeah…thanks Lu-nee."

The mother's stern face immediately softened after her daughters switched seats with the other. The family stayed quiet until the train was halfway to their destination. "Girls," she gently told them, "I know I sounded a bit harsh a while back, but you can't always solve your problems just by fighting with each other, especially over something just like a window seat. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

"We understand," Luna said apologetically.

"We're sorry, Mama," Mimi added with tears starting to form in her eyes.

"Now," she continued, "can you promise me that you two won't fight over the window seat from now on?"

"We promise, Mama."

They stopped playing their contest soon after that train ride.