Note: I honestly don't fully know how the adoption process works so some of the details here will probably be inaccurate. ¯\_()_/¯


March 25, 2035

Los Angeles, California, Earth

The adoption process turned out to be a lot more complicated than the trio expected. There was quite a lot of documentation to fill out and submit, but luckily Sasha had experience dealing with bureaucracy. The adoption agency had offered to fast-track the process upon hearing that Anne Boonchuy was a prospective parent, but as usual she refused any special treatment for stopping Andrias' invasion when she was 13. (Well she would accept some special treatment from her parents.) They also had to wait until they bought everything that was necessary for taking care of a baby: diapers, baby clothes, baby food, etc. It took a while, but eventually the three future moms managed to buy everything needed, along with surplus supplies.

But now, after months of planning and waiting, the time has come for the Calamity Moms to meet their baby. They had looked at the profiles for all the babies at the Los Angeles Regional Adoption Center, and there were a few in particular that appealed to them. They would make their final decision after they met the babies in person.

"I still think we should choose that adorable pair of twins," said Marcy with determination.

"And once again I'm gonna point out that we might not be able to afford two babies," insisted Sasha.

"Look," said Anne, tired of hearing this argument again. "I agree that those twins do seem like the perfect match, and I also agree that there might be financial issues." She looked both her wives in the eye. "We shouldn't make any final decisions before we see any of the babies in person, okay?"

"Okay, you're right," said Sasha. "Sorry, Mars."

"I'm sorry, too," said Marcy. "I guess I was getting ahead of myself." She reached her hand out and Sasha took it. The two of them walked toward the adoption center, with Anne following behind them.

"Still got it," said Anne quietly enough that Sasha and Marcy didn't hear it.

"What was that?" asked Sasha with amusement.

"Nothing!"

Okay, maybe Anne wasn't quiet enough.


The supervisor of the adoption center happily greeted the trio and brought them to the ward where the babies are kept. They looked at all the potential children they considered, a process which mostly consisted of them gushing over how cute the babies are. So far, all of the babies they looked at were all good choices, but none of them felt quite right.

Was it possible they weren't as ready to be mothers as they thought?

That thought would soon be quashed once they were brought to the "wonder twins", as Marcy had dubbed them. The 10-month-olds were sleeping peacefully in their large shared crib— the trio approached slowly so as not to disturb them. The twins both had a small amount of hair on their head. The boy's hair was light brown and the girl's was blonde.

"Oh my frog! They're even more adorable in person!" Marcy somehow managed to sound extremely loud while being quiet.

"They're so cuuuuuuuuuute!" said Anne, giddily. "You're right, Marcy! We need to adopt both."

"You might have to," said the supervisor. "These twins are inseparable. I don't think it would be possible to give them to separate families."

Marcy got even more excited. "That's great news! Right, Sasha?"

Anne and Marcy looked over at Sasha and noticed she wasn't looking at the twins, almost as if laying eyes on them would entrance her. "Yeah, it's great," she said, not making eye contact with her wives.

Anne and Marcy smirked, knowing what they had to do. "Look at us, Sash," said Anne. Sasha turned and saw that her wives were giving her their trademark "cute eyes".

"Come on…" said Sasha.

Anne and Marcy just upped the intensity of their "cute eyes".

"You were supposed to be the neutral one, Anne…"

Sasha resisted as long as she could before she suddenly got close to the sleeping babies, her "cute eyes" growing even larger than Anne and Marcy's.

"Oh, I can't resist these two cuties any longer," admitted Sasha. "I guess we're adopting both."

"That's excellent news," said the supervisor. "I'll get the final paperwork."

She left the room and the trio just stood there for a few minutes, gazing at the twins. They really wanted to hold the babies, but they did not want to interrupt their slumber.

Eventually the supervisor returned with the forms and as the trio filled it out, Sasha felt the need to bring up something that had been on her mind ever since the trio discovered the twins.

"I noticed on their profiles that they were named by the hospital."

The supervisor froze and shed a few tears. The trio wasn't sure what to say, but they all eventually realized the cause of her sadness.

"Their parents never got a chance to name them, did they?" asked Anne.

"No," said the supervisor, in between tears. "Their car crashed on the way to the hospital. The doctors managed to save the babies, but the parents never made it…"

Naturally, the trio started crying as well. They were so happy to be mothers that never stopped to consider why these babies were up for adoption in the first place. Frog, how could they be so selfish? Sasha thought about all of the children she met who struggled after the death of a parent. Anne thought about the Plantars, who lost their parents at such a young age. Marcy thought about the parents who died protecting their children during the Frogvasion. At least all of them got to know their biological parents. The twins' parents were taken from them before they were even born.

Their thoughts were interrupted when they noticed the supervisor was crying much harder than the rest of them. Sasha rushed over to console her.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"No, don't be." The supervisor began to regain her composure. "I probably should've told you earlier." She reached for the forms which she had set down when she began crying. "The names on these forms are pretty much just placeholders. When you get the chance, feel free to legally change them to something you want."

"I know exactly what to name them," said Anne with conviction.

Sasha and Marcy looked at her with slight concern. "I know we already decided on a name, but after hearing that story, I was reminded so much of the Plantars…" Anne trailed off, seemingly unsure of how to finish that thought.

"It's okay, Anna-Banana," said Marcy, giving her a hug.

Sasha joined the hug. "I was thinking the same thing."

Anne sighed in relief. "Thank you."

She walked back over toward the crib and reached out her hands. The twins slowly stirred awake and each of them grabbed a hand. Tears came to Anne's eyes again.

"Hi, Sprig. Hi, Polly," she said softly. "We're your new moms."

They were going to be the best damn parents the world had ever seen.


Author's Note: Credit to Marcanne4Life on Ao3 for the idea of baby Sprig and Polly losing their parents in a parallel to Sprig and Polly Plantar.