Kagura lounged in her chair, appearing relaxed even though her mind raced. She'd just finished her grand debut as a principal in the company but had fouled up the landing of her fouettés during the pas de deux. She hadn't done something as embarrassing as fall down, but it was still an obvious misstep.

A soft tap at her door pulled her out of her downward spiral. "Come in."

Sango poked her head through the doorway, a knowing smile on her face. "I thought we'd talked about this."

Kagura scowled at her. "You saw what happened."

The brunette shuffled into the room. "Only because I've seen you do that set a million other times. No one else noticed."

"There was a talent scout in the audience," Kagura groused, bobby pins scattering as she yanked them out of her hair.

"And he was on his feet during your curtain call just like the rest of us," Sango said, reaching out to still her hand. Kagura sighed, then wrapped her arms around her wife, kissing her swollen stomach.

"At least you weren't around to see Mama fuck up."

Sango ran her fingers through her hair. "She's going to come out of there already knowing how to swear if you keep doing that."

Kagura smirked, peeking up at her. "Says the woman who goes into a tirade every time she breaks a yolk."

Sango's cheeks turned pink. "It's not my fault. The doctor said I'm not allowed to have runny eggs, and I hate it."

"Is that why you stab them every time you make them?" Her blush only deepened, and she'd likely have pulled away if Kagura's arms weren't firmly locked around her waist. "Don't worry, Mommy isn't always that violent when it comes to poultry," she said, nuzzling her stomach.

Sango sighed, pulling the rest of the hairpins. "I'm supposed to be in here reassuring you."

"I'm not sure if that's going to happen."

Sango walked back towards the door. "Well, I know some other people who were very impressed with your performance tonight." She stuck her hand into the hallway, waving it around for a moment. Kagura frowned; who was she—

A gaggle of young girls flooded the doorway, all buzzing with excitement as they swarmed her.

"Kagura-sensei, you were amazing!"

"Do you have a twin?"

"She played both parts, stupid!"

"Can I see your black tutu?"

The questions came at her rapid-fire, and Sango couldn't help but laugh, the helpless look on her wife's face a sight to behold. Ruby eyes glared at her, and Sango just shrugged. "You brought this on yourself."

Sighing in defeat, Kagura accepted the various flowers, motioning her students to the back of the dressing room where her costumes were hung. The girls squealed in excitement, almost tripping over each other to get a closer look.

The prima ballerina shook her head, then gifted her wife a soft smile and a silent 'Thanks' before attempting to answer all her students' questions.