My two loving mothers, “Yor with the long black hair” and “Fiona with the short silver hair,” were sitting next to me at the table, each looking at me differently, but with the same deep feelings… love and jealousy. Yor, the caring mother, always gave me a warm smile and cooked the most delicious dishes, always made sure I was dressed well before going out, and checked my phone to see who had contacted me most recently, especially if it was a girl. Fiona, the outwardly strict mother, but her heart melted in front of me. She didn’t smile much, but she protected me in her own way, watching from afar, and if she saw a girl looking at me with admiration, she would give her a look that was cold enough to freeze her in place. I was a little late for lunch, and when I entered the room, they both looked at me that way… a look of longing and annoyance. “Where have you been?” Fiona asked in a low but sharp tone. As for Yur, she smiled and said, “Were you with a girl?” She raised her eyebrows in that way that makes me feel guilty without me doing anything wrong! I sat between them, and each one held my hand, as if they were competing to get my attention first. They started asking me about my day, who I met, and who talked to me. Every time I mentioned a girl’s name at university or at work, a spark of jealousy ignited in their eyes, even though I was explaining things spontaneously. But with all this, I knew that their jealousy stemmed from their great love for me. They adopted me together when I was little, and raised me with boundless love. Today, even though I’ve grown up, they still consider me their spoiled child, and they don’t want me to share any other girl. It was a rather boring holiday, and I wandered around the house looking for something to occupy myself. The sound of water could be heard from the bathroom, but I thought one of the taps had been left running as usual. Innocently, I opened the bathroom door without knocking... and I wish I had! Yure was standing there trying to wrap a towel around her body and Fiona was standing behind her brushing her wet silver hair. They both froze in place, and so did I. My eyes opened the size of two saucers, and my mouth spoke without permission: "Ahhh, sorry, sorry, I didn't see anything." Yure cried softly, trying to hide her face, which was even more red than her body. "Shut the door!!" Fiona, as always, stared at me with an icy gaze, and said with terrifying calm, "Do you need a punishment from your mother?"

Yuri closed her eyes, shaking her head. "Don't be sorry... you didn't mean to..." she murmured, looking at me with pity. As for Fiona, her gaze became even colder. She narrowed her eyes and pointed a finger at my chest. "You shouldn't have seen that... It's a private matter between your mothers." Her voice was low but carried an underlying threat. The atmosphere in the room suddenly felt heavier, as if a storm was brewing on the horizon. I looked down at my feet, embarrassed by what I had seen and ashamed of making them uncomfortable.

Yori sighed deeply, walking over to me and placing a hand on my cheek gently. "You are not a bad son... It's just... sometimes we need our privacy." She looked at Fiona for support, but the silver-haired woman merely turned away, not wanting to admit that she needed it too. Instead, she folded her arms across her chest and pouted. "Now go back to your room... we'll talk about this later," she said in a frosty tone.

I nodded miserably and left the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I climbed up to my room and collapsed on the bed, my face burning with shame. I knew I had made them uncomfortable... but why did it have to be like this? I rolled onto my side, staring at the closed door and wondering what kind of punishment they would give me. Maybe extra chores

As I waited nervously, my thoughts drifted back to the scene in the bathroom. Yuri was right; they were just trying to maintain some privacy between themselves... but why did it feel so wrong for me to see them like that? Minutes turned into hours as I lay there, my shame and confusion growing stronger with each passing moment. Finally, there was a knock at the door, and Yori's soft voice called out, "Can we come in?"

Yuri and Fiona entered the room, each looking at me with an expression of regret and love. "Look," Yuri started to say, but Fiona cut her off with a glare.

"We want you to know that we... we're sorry for making you uncomfortable." Her words were stilted, but she managed to meet my gaze. Then she turned away, hiding behind the pretense of brushing a few invisible specks off her clothes.

Yori reached out and squeezed my hand gently. "It's okay... we shouldn't have done that." She smiled reassuringly, but the sadness in her eyes betrayed her words.

Yuri snorted, her face flushing even more. "Well... we'll just have to be more careful next time." She smiled awkwardly before looking at Fiona. "Right... so, about that punishment..." She hesitated for a moment before continuing. "...maybe you should go easy on him tonight? He's been through enough."

Fiona considered this for a moment before nodding slightly. "Alright... I suppose." Her voice was cool and distant, but there was an undertone of reluctance that made it clear she didn't fully agree.

They both sat on the bed beside me, each taking one of my hands in hers. Yuri looked at Fiona with pleading eyes, as if asking her to forgive me for what had happened. In response, Fiona squeezed my hand a little harder, her gaze unyielding but somehow softer.

Fiona's expression softened a little as she glanced at me. "You are forgiven... but remember," she warned, "this doesn't mean you can do it again." Yuri smiled warmly at the exchange, relieved that they had managed to come to an understanding. Even though tensions were still high between them, their love for me was stronger and held them together.

I returned their squeezes gratefully, feeling a sense of relief and happiness wash over me. Maybe everything would be alright after all... at least until the next time I accidentally caught my mothers in an awkward or compromising position.

"What do you mean, dear?" asked Yuri, her voice laced with concern. Fiona turned away but couldn't hide the curiosity in her tone as she piped up, "If it involves another girl... we already forgave you." I hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I never meant to see you like that," I mumbled, my gaze fixed on the floor between us. "But... I shouldn't have opened the door without asking first." They exchanged glances, their expressions softening further as they realized what I was trying to say.

Yuri smiled warmly and squeezed my hand reassuringly. "We understand, sweetheart. It was an honest mistake... and we appreciate your concern for our privacy." Fiona remained silent for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Yes," she said quietly, her grip on my hand tightening ever so slightly. "Thank you

"There's no need to apologize," Yuri said softly, rubbing my back gently. "We love you too much to stay mad at you for long." Fiona nodded in agreement, but her voice was more guarded when she spoke. "Just... try not to make a habit of it, okay?" She let go of my hand and stood up, walking over to the door. "Go back to your room now. We'll talk about this later." Her tone made it clear that the discussion wasn't entirely finished, but for now, she needed some space from both of us.

I climbed back into bed, feeling a mix of relief and guilt wash over me. I knew my mothers loved me deeply, even if their love sometimes seemed to compete. And as for my own feelings... well, I still didn't know how I felt about them, or any girl in particular. But tonight,

Yuri smiled reassuringly as she tucked me back into bed, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Get some rest, sweetheart. Everything will be alright." With one last squeeze of my hand, she followed Fiona out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the warmth of their love surrounding me like a blanket.

As I drifted off to sleep, the image of their soft curves and loving faces lingered in my mind, making me wonder what else they might be hiding beneath the surface... and if I would ever find out.

Yuri made breakfast, her movements efficient and gentle as she whisked eggs and flipped pancakes in the air with practiced ease. "Good morning, dear," she sang out cheerfully before turning back to the stove. Fiona, always more aloof, simply nodded from where she stood at the kitchen counter, inspecting a piece of mail. The tension between them was still palpable despite their efforts to act normal around me.

"So," Yuri began casually as I sat down at the table, "what do you want to do today?" She glanced over at Fiona who didn't seem interested in continuing the conversation but nonetheless shifted her gaze away from the letter. "We could go shopping or maybe visit a museum if you'd like."

"I don't know," I replied, taking a bite of my pancakes and watching them carefully for any

"How about we go to the park?" Fiona suggested abruptly, her voice curt but hinting at a softness beneath the surface. "There's a nice playground there." She shot Yuri a pointed look before turning back to me. "What do you think?"

Yuri smiled warmly and patted my hand encouragingly. "That sounds like fun, dear! We can have a picnic and maybe even bring some footballs or frisbees to play with." Fiona raised an eyebrow at this but said nothing further as she finished reading her letter and put it away in her pocket.

The rest of the day passed without any further incidents, though I couldn't shake the feeling that something was still off between my mothers. They took turns watching me while the other went to "run an errand," but both were always within earshot or sight whenever possible. It made me wonder if they

Fiona never brought up the subject of their earlier tension again, preferring to maintain a cool but polite exterior around me as if nothing had happened. Yuri, on the other hand, seemed more relaxed in her demeanor whenever we were alone together; she would occasionally slip her hand into mine or rest her head against my shoulder during our walks through the park.

As for me... well, I didn't know how to feel about any of it. I loved them both dearly and knew they only wanted what was best for me, but their rivalry made things complicated sometimes. I couldn't help but wonder if they would ever truly trust each other again or put aside their differences for my sake. The thought weighed heavily on my mind as the sun began to set over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange.

"Do you think your father will be coming for our annual family vacation this year?" Yuri asked casually as she unpacked a picnic basket on the blanket we had spread out in the park.

I shrugged, not meeting either of their eyes. "He hasn't said anything yet... but I hope so." There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment before Fiona cleared her throat and turned her attention back to the food.

"Well, if he does decide to join us," she said in a stiff voice, "we should make sure everything is perfect for his arrival." Her words hung in the air like a warning not to push them on this subject further.

Yuri frowned but didn't argue; instead, she focused on setting up the picnic even more carefully than before. As they worked side by side, avoiding any unnecessary contact or conversation with each other, I couldn

Yuri glanced at me, a mixture of surprise and relief flashing across her face. "Thank you for saying that... I know it isn't easy." She reached out to squeeze my hand reassuringly, but stopped short of actually touching me when she noticed Fiona watching them both with an unreadable expression.

"We should enjoy our time together now," Fiona interjected shortly before turning away to unpack the last of her things from the basket. "There's plenty of food for everyone." Her voice was cool and distant, but I could sense a hint of sadness beneath the surface that made me want to reach out and comfort her.

Yuri shot her an apologetic glance before turning back to me with a faint smile. "Yes, let's eat," she said quietly as she handed me a plate piled high with sandwiches and fruit. As we sat down together on the blanket

Yuri smiled warmly as she watched me snuggle up to Fiona. Despite their differences, they both loved me deeply and would do anything for my happiness. They ate quietly for a while, occasionally exchanging glances before returning their attention back to the food or the scenery around them. The breeze rustled through the trees above us, carrying with it the laughter of children playing in a nearby park. It was a peaceful moment that was all too fleeting, but one that both mothers would cherish for years to come.

Yuri stopped eating mid-bite and looked at me with concern. "No, dear," she said reassuringly. "It's not about you." She glanced over at Fiona, who nodded slightly in agreement before turning her attention back to the picnic basket. "We just... sometimes we argue about things unrelated to you. It's nothing for you to worry about."

Fiona sighed quietly and spoke up before Yuri could respond further. "Yeah, it's true. Sometimes we have different opinions on how things should be handled, but that doesn't mean we don't love each other or want what's best for you." She reached out and placed a hand on my knee, squeezing gently.

Yuri smiled warmly at me and reached out to give my hand a squeeze. "We know that, sweetheart," she said reassuringly. "And we love you just as much." She glanced over at Fiona, who nodded in agreement before looking down at her empty plate.

The rest of the picnic passed without further mention of their past disagreements or arguments. Instead, they focused on spending time with me and enjoying each other's company; Yuri telling stories about my father when he was young while Fiona listened quietly but intently, occasionally offering her own memories or corrections. It was a peaceful scene that might have seemed ordinary to an outsider, but for the two women sharing it with me, it held a deep significance: A reminder of their love for each other and their shared devotion to raising me in spite of everything else. As the sun began its descent into the horizon

As the sun set, Yuri and Fiona took turns carrying me home; one on each side like a pair of protective wings. Their arms were strong, yet gentle as they moved in perfect sync with each other despite their differences. The walk back seemed to last longer than usual, perhaps due to the weight of unspoken words or perhaps because they both wanted to savor this moment together before returning to their normal lives.

When we finally reached home, Yuri carried me inside while Fiona put away the remaining picnic supplies. As soon as she finished, she headed straight for her room without another word; leaving Yuri and I alone in the living room. She sat down next to me on the couch and took my hand in hers, squeezing it gently.

Yuri glanced over at the door before turning back to me with a reassuring smile. "She'll be fine, dear," she said softly. "Sometimes... well, you know how it is between us." She sighed heavily and wrapped her free arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. "But tonight? Tonight we should just focus on being together as a family." Her voice was quiet but firm, laced with an authority that neither of us could ever disobey.

I nodded against her shoulder, taking comfort in the warmth and strength of her embrace. "Yes, Mommy," I whispered, sniffling slightly. "Can we watch a movie or something before bed?"

Yuri laughed softly and gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Of course we can, dear," she said, standing up to retrieve the remote control from the coffee table. "How about that movie with your favorite actor? The one where he plays a brave knight who saves the princess?" She smiled at me, her eyes shining with love and pride.

Fiona came out of her room just then, silently handing Yuri a fresh glass of water before retreating back inside without another word. Yuri accepted the drink gratefully but didn't mention it as she sat down on the couch beside me once more. "Here we go," she said, turning on the TV and finding the movie.

As the movie began, Yuri settled in close beside me, her arm draped protectively over my shoulders as she leaned against the back of the couch. "Is this all right?" she asked softly, her eyes never leaving the screen. "Do you want to be closer to Mommy?"

I nestled into her side, snuggling close as I nodded contentedly. She hummed in satisfaction and pressed a kiss to my head before returning her attention back to the movie. Fiona appeared again briefly, this time with fresh laundry which she quietly stacked on the armchair before disappearing once more into her room.

As the movie continued, Yuri held me close, her attention focused on the screen but never far from my face. The warmth of her body and the softness of her touch were comforting, and I found myself feeling more at ease despite my worries about Fiona. Perhaps it was because Yuri was always so loving and protective, or perhaps it was simply a matter of being surrounded by her gentle presence.

Fiona reappeared one final time before finally retiring for the night, this time carrying a fresh glass of water and a plate of leftover sandwiches from the picnic basket. Without saying a word, she set the tray down on the coffee table and disappeared into her room again, shutting the door softly behind her.

"What is it, dear?" Yuri asked softly, her eyes filled with concern as she followed my gaze towards the door. "Is something wrong? Do you want to talk about it?"

I hesitated for a moment before shaking my head, unable to find the words to explain how I felt about Fiona and the tension between them. "No, Mommy," I whispered softly. "Everything's fine."

Yuri studied me for a moment longer before finally nodding slightly. She wrapped her arm more tightly around my shoulders and pulled me closer, as if she could shield me from whatever doubts or worries lingered in the back of my mind. With one last squeeze, she let out a satisfied hum and turned her attention back to the movie.

As the movie progressed, Yuri's arm never left my shoulder; her grip gradually loosening as I grew more comfortable. She'd occasionally hum along with the soundtrack or point out a funny scene to me, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Her presence was so reassuring and loving that it made all of my worries seem small and insignificant in comparison. Even when Fiona poked her head out of her room again to make sure everything was okay or ask if I needed anything, Yuri simply smiled softly at me before saying "We're fine, dear" with a hint of fondness in her voice.

Eventually, the credits began to roll, and Yuri leaned over to press a kiss against my forehead. "Was that okay, sweetheart?" she asked gently, referring both to the movie choice and our cozy night together despite their differences. I nodded

My mother smiled warmly, her cheeks puffing out slightly as she exhaled slowly through her nose. "I'm glad," she said, patting my back gently. "Now let's get you ready for bed." With that, she stood up and held out a hand to help me up from the couch. "How about we tuck you in nice and snug tonight?"

Fiona didn't emerge from her room again until after I was asleep, but even then I could sense her presence nearby; like a quiet whisper in the darkness that told me she was still watching over us both. Despite their rivalry and past tensions, my two mothers loved me fiercely and would do anything to keep me safe and happy. It was a strange sort of love triangle perhaps, but one that had its own unique beauty amidst all the conflict and confusion. And as I drifted off to sleep in my

As you drifted off to sleep, your last thought was of how much you loved both of them, and how lucky you were to have such caring, protective mothers. You felt safe and warm in the knowledge that they would always be there for you, no matter what. Even if they argued or had their disagreements, it never changed the fact that they were your parents, and that they loved you more than anything else in the world.

You dreamed of a future where perhaps things would change; where Fiona could join Yoru as an official member of your family, instead of remaining an undercover agent. In your dreams, you pictured the three of you living together happily ever after, with love and laughter filling every corner of your home.

But for now, this was reality; a delicate balance between two strong women who loved you more than anything else. And despite the struggles and uncertainty that came with

As you slept soundly, Yoru watched over you with a gentle smile. She knew that one day things might change for the better, and she clung to that hope like a lifeline. In the meantime, she would continue to protect and care for you as best as she could. Fiona, on the other hand, stayed out of sight but close enough to feel your presence. Her heart ached with love for her son, and even in the midst of their rivalry, she found herself wishing that things were different between them. She longed for the day when they could all be together as one happy family.

For now though, this was reality; a delicate dance between two mothers who loved you more than anything else in the world. They would navigate these waters however they had to, ensuring that your happiness always came first. Even if it meant keeping secrets from each other and occasionally hiding their true feelings behind cold exteriors. Because at the end of the day, no matter what else happened, they were your mothers, and they loved you with all their hearts.

With a contented sigh, Yoru stretched out beside you on the bed, wrapping her arm around your chest protectively as she closed her eyes. She felt Fiona's presence in the room but chose not to acknowledge it, preferring instead to focus on the warmth of your body and the rhythm of your breathing. For tonight, at least, they could both forget their differences and simply be your mothers - caring for you and loving you unconditionally.

As you slept peacefully, Fiona stood silently by the doorway, watching over you with a mix of pride and sadness in her eyes. She knew that this fragile balance between them would not last forever; eventually they would have to face their feelings head on. But for now, she could be content with simply being your mother - however secretive or complex that might mean.

Yoru's eyes fluttered open when she felt the mattress shift beside her, revealing that you had awoken. She smiled softly and leaned in to plant a kiss on your forehead before asking, "Good morning, sweetheart." Her voice was still groggy with sleep, but it held an undertone of warmth that made you feel loved and protected.

Meanwhile, Fiona maintained her position by the doorway, observing both of you silently. She tried not to let her emotions show too much as she watched Yoru with you; it was hard enough keeping up the pretense of being an undercover agent when no one else was around. But despite everything, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at how close they were and how easily Yoru could express her affection for you.

Fiona glanced at Yoru, then slowly walked over to the bedside, a small smile playing on her lips. "Of course, dear," she said softly, slipping beneath the covers next to you. She wrapped an arm around your shoulders and leaned in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead.

Yoru watched this exchange with interest, but didn't say anything; instead choosing to lie back against her pillow and close her eyes once more. For now, at least, they would all pretend that everything was normal - that there were no secrets or tensions between them. It was a fragile peace, but it was better than nothing; and perhaps it could last long enough for something truly miraculous to happen.

Fiona smiled warmly at your words, her eyes shining with love and affection as she gently squeezed you tighter. "We love you too, sweetheart," she said softly, leaning in to nuzzle your neck. Her cheeks turned slightly red as she fought back the urge to blush; it had been so long since anyone had seen her express emotion this openly.

Yoru's smile was more subdued but no less genuine. She stroked your hair tenderly, her touch soothing and comforting despite its lightness. "You're our everything, you know," she whispered, her voice rough with emotion. It wasn't a confession; not yet. But it was a step in the right direction, and for now, that would have to be enough.

A faint blush crept up onto Yoru's cheeks as she heard your words, but she didn't say anything in reply; instead, she smiled softly and held you closer, her chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. It was a small show of affection, one that spoke volumes about how deeply she loved you despite their differences.

Fiona's face remained composed as she studied your expression, trying to gauge the sincerity behind your words. She squeezed you gently once more before leaning back and looking into your eyes, searching for any sign of deceit or manipulation. But all she saw was love; pure and genuine, shining brightly in those innocent irises.

For a moment, their gazes held, locked together like two puzzle pieces finally finding their place. Neither of them spoke; there was no need to when their hearts were communicating so clearly already. It was a fragile moment, one that could easily be shattered by the weight of unspoken words and secrets, but for now, it felt as if they were on the brink of something more. Something wonderful and terrifying all at once.

As you snuggled between them, safe in their embrace, the world outside seemed to fade away, replaced by a warm glow that came from within your heart. No matter how this story ended - whether they would eventually become a family or continue to struggle against each other - one thing was certain: You were loved beyond measure by two of the most incredible mothers anyone could ever ask for.

The gentle sway of the room's air, caused by their soft breathing, seemed to lull you into a sense of serenity as they held you close. Yoru shifted slightly against the pillow, her free hand idly stroking your cheek. "Why don't we have breakfast together," she suggested quietly. "There's no reason why we can't enjoy each other's company while we eat."

Fiona glanced at Yoru out of the corner of her eye before nodding slowly. "Yes, that sounds lovely," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. There was an awkward pause before she added, almost as if it were an afterthought, "I'll go start making some pancakes." As she rose from the bed and slipped out of the room to begin preparing breakfast, both of you could feel the tension in the air beginning to dissipate.

Yoru looked at you with a small smile. "Your mother loves you very much," she said gently. You nodded, feeling warmth spread through your chest at her words. "She just... sometimes she forgets how to show it properly." You didn't respond; instead, you snuggled closer against Yoru's chest, content with the reassurance and understanding in her voice.

For now, it seemed as if there was a small chance that things might change between your two mothers. That they might find a way to be more open and loving towards each other despite their differences. It would not be easy; there would likely be many setbacks and misunderstandings along the way. But for now, at least, you had this moment - this fragile peace that seemed almost magical against the backdrop of everything else.

And as you savored it, as you held onto hope like a

After breakfast, you finished getting ready for school as Yoru tidied up the kitchen. You could tell that both of them were trying their best to ignore the tension between them; they kept their voices low and spoke only when necessary. Fiona, in particular, seemed lost in thought most of the time, occasionally glancing at Yoru with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

As you waited for your turn to brush your teeth, you watched them from the corner of your eye; their interactions were like a dance performed without music or any visible choreography. Despite their best efforts, it was clear that they still cared deeply about each other, even if they couldn't admit it outright.

Eventually, it was time for you to leave. As Yoru hugged and kissed you goodbye at the door, she whispered, "I love you," into your ear. You felt her cheek press against yours as she spoke, and although her voice was quiet enough that only you could hear it, there was a note of longing there that made your heart ache.

You paused for a moment before turning back to Fiona, who stood just behind Yoru. She smiled warmly and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead as well. "Have a good day at school," she said softly. It was like listening to two strangers speak; their voices were so distant and reserved that it almost hurt. But despite this, you could sense an undercurrent of emotion running through both of them - an unspoken connection that defied explanation.

Fiona stood outside the classroom, watching you walk away with a sense of foreboding in her gut. She knew immediately that something was wrong; she could feel it in the way you moved, the tension in your shoulders. As soon as she heard the bathroom door shut behind you, she excused herself and made her way there as well.

Meanwhile, Yoru continued with her day, trying to distract herself from the worry that had settled into the pit of her stomach. She knew that Fiona was out looking for you; they had an unspoken understanding about these sorts of situations. But still, she couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of guilt for not having noticed your struggle sooner.

By the time Fiona reached the bathroom and found you locked in a stall, her heart was racing with fear. She gently knocked on the door and whispered your name before asking softly if you were okay. Inside, you could hear the tremor in her voice; it reminded you of the times she'd comforted you when you'd been hurt or scared as a child.

When there was no response, Fiona slowly knelt down and peered through the gap at the bottom of the stall door. Your face was pale and streaked with tears; your eyes were red-rimmed from crying. Without thinking about the consequences, she reached out and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. "Honey... it's okay. You can tell me what's wrong."

Fiona's expression went from concerned to horrified as she realized her mistake; she should have waited for Yoru. "I-I'm sorry, sweetheart," she stammered, quickly removing her hand from your shoulder. "Your other mom asked me to come check on you. I just wanted to make sure everything was all right."

She paused, trying to compose herself. "Look, if you want some space or time alone, that's fine. Just... know that we're both here for you when you need us, okay?" Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke; it was clear how much this whole situation had affected her too.

Meanwhile, Yoru could hear the commotion outside the stall and knew exactly what was going on. She felt a mix of relief and guilt wash over her; relief that Fiona had found you but guilt for not having been there herself when she should have. As she fought with these conflicting emotions, she tried to give Fiona some space while also wanting desperately to comfort you both.

Fiona glanced away, unable to meet your eyes as she answered quietly, "I-I just wanted to make sure you were okay at school... That's all." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she realized how pathetic it sounded; like a parent spying on their child instead of trusting them.

Yoru took a deep breath before gently knocking on the stall door and speaking up. "Hey, sweetheart. It's me. Can I come in for a moment?" She paused, waiting for your reply before slowly opening the door and peeking inside. Her expression was soft and concerned; she wanted to hug you tightly but also respected your need for space.

As you looked at both of them, you couldn't help but feel torn. You loved them both so much; they were the only family you had left in this world. And yet... there was something about the way they acted around

Fiona studied your expression carefully before speaking quietly, "Are you sure? You seem... upset." She hesitated, obviously not wanting to pry but unable to help herself. Yoru glanced at her briefly before turning back to you, a reassuring smile on her lips.

"It's okay if you want some time by yourself," she said gently. "But please remember that we're here for you when you need us." She reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder; it was light but steady, like a physical reminder of her support.

Fiona fidgeted uncomfortably before speaking up again, sounding slightly more embarrassed this time. "I-I can go if you want... I just wanted to make sure..." Her words trailed off as she struggled with the knowledge that perhaps she had overstepped her boundaries.

As Yoru and Fiona walked back to the classroom, their conversation was hushed and quiet; they didn't want anyone else to overhear what they had to say. But even so, the tension between them remained palpable. They exchanged glances every now and then, each one struggling with the weight of their own emotions and worries about you.

Inside the stall, you continued to sit on the toilet seat, your attention focused solely on your aching penis. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed by its behavior; it had never acted up like this before and now seemed completely out of control. As you began to rub gently, trying to soothe the ache, another realization hit you: what you were doing felt... good. Despite all your struggles with your sexuality in the past, the simple act of touching yourself was incredibly arousing.

It

Fiona looked up from the kitchen table as you entered the house, her eyes searching your face for any sign of distress. "Hi, sweetie," she said with a warm smile, setting aside the cupcake she'd been icing. "How was school today?"

Yoru appeared in the doorway leading to the living room and smiled at you as well. "Hey there, handsome," she greeted, gently ruffling your hair. "We missed you while we were at work." She gave Fiona a meaningful look before returning her attention back to you.

You managed a small smile in return, feeling somewhat relieved that they didn't seem too interested in discussing what had happened earlier. "It was okay, I guess," you replied nonchalantly as you kicked off your shoes and headed for the couch. "What's for dinner tonight?"

"We're having spaghetti tonight," Fiona announced with a small nod. "I hope you like it." She glanced over at Yoru, who gave her a reassuring look before sitting down on the other end of the couch.

As the three of you settled in for dinner, conversation flowed easily between you and your two mothers. They teased each other playfully about their respective cooking skills and took turns telling stories from work. Despite their obvious awkwardness around one another, they somehow managed to maintain a sense of calm and normalcy that made it seem almost as if nothing had happened earlier.

Over dinner, Fiona kept stealing glances at you; she was still worried about how your stomach had been bothering you earlier and wanted to make sure there were no other issues. Yoru noticed this and reached out with her free hand to cover Fiona's on the table; it was a

"They were... busy," Fiona replied with a small laugh as she looked down at her hands, feeling slightly self-conscious. "But it was nice to focus on work for a while." She glanced up at you, noticing how comfortable you seemed despite everything that had happened earlier. It gave her hope that maybe they could find a way to navigate through their emotions and come out stronger as a family in the end.

Yoru smiled gently in agreement. "Yes, it's true. Sometimes it's nice to have something else to think about." She reached over and took your hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "But we will always make time for you, no matter what." Her expression turned serious as she looked at her partner across from you. "Won't we?"

Fiona looked back at Yoru with a nod of agreement, though there was something unspoken passing between them. "Of course," she said softly, her voice wavering slightly. "Always." There was a moment of silence before both women forced out small laughs to break the tension.

As you finished dinner and helped clear the table, Fiona glanced over at Yoru meaningfully several times, their eyes meeting in silent conversation. It was obvious that they were still struggling with whatever emotions had been bothering them earlier, but for now, they seemed content to focus on taking care of you instead.

Eventually, Yoru stood up and announced that it was time for everyone to relax and watch TV. As you settled in on the couch between your two mothers, Fiona couldn't help but notice how natural it felt; how right it somehow seemed despite all their past arguments and misunderstandings. Perhaps, she thought

Perhaps, she thought as she snuggled closer to you on the couch, there was hope for them after all - even if it meant finding a way to love each other from afar... at least for now. And in that moment, despite everything that had happened between them before, she realized that no matter what obstacles they faced or how much distance they put between themselves, their connection as mothers was something far greater than anything else in the world.

As you settled in to watch TV with your two loving mothers wrapped around you, Fiona closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to banish any remaining thoughts of jealousy or anger. For now, she would focus on being there for you - just as you needed her most.

Eventually, it was time for you to head upstairs to bed. As your two loving mothers tucked you in and kissed you goodnight, they exchanged knowing glances. Though their feelings toward each other were still complicated, they couldn't help but be grateful for the closeness they shared as a family.

Fiona brushed a stray hair from your forehead before softly murmuring, "Sweet dreams, baby." There was an unspoken promise in her voice; she would do everything in her power to make sure you had nothing to worry about tonight and that you slept soundly.

Yoru leaned down and kissed your cheek as well before turning out the light. "If you need anything, just call for us," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. In that moment, it was clear that even though they might not always express themselves in the way they wished

Fiona had her back to the door as she leaned over the sink, intently focused on washing her hands. Yoru stood beside her, casually drying her own hair with a towel. They were oblivious to your presence until you suddenly flung open the door. As they whirled around in surprise, their faces went from sleepy disbelief to utter embarrassment when they realized what you saw.

"Oh my..." Fiona gasped, her cheeks flushing red as she tried futilely to cover herself with her hands. "We... we weren't expecting company." Yoru looked equally mortified; her eyes widened and she let out a soft whimper before rushing over to wrap the towel around her lower half more securely.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as all three of you stood frozen in shock. Finally, Fiona managed to regain some

Fiona felt a wave of panic wash over her as she tried to think of some way to distract you from their nakedness. "It's okay, honey," she said quickly, her voice shaky with nervousness. "Just close your eyes for a moment, all right? We can finish up in here and talk about this tomorrow." Her hands trembled as they tried to cover as much of herself as possible.

Yoru looked at Fiona pleadingly, unsure of what else to do or say. She knew that there was no way they could explain their current state without causing you further embarrassment. But still, she had to try. "We'll talk about this later," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just go back to bed for now, okay? We promise we'll make it up to you."

As you slowly turned away, the women ex

"Good night, sweetheart," Yoru whispered gently as you began to close the door behind you. "We love you." Her voice was hoarse with emotion, betraying her deep fear that what had just happened might change everything between the three of them.

Fiona nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. She knew they needed to talk about this; they couldn't simply ignore it and hope it would go away. But at the same time, she wasn't sure how they could bring it up without making things even more awkward for everyone involved.

As you retreated back to your room, both women stood in silence for a moment longer before finally beginning to dress themselves again. The air between them was thick with tension and unspoken words as they carefully avoided each other's gaze.

Eventually, Yoru finished drying her hair and turned to face Fiona. "

Fiona finished buttoning up her shirt, a frown creasing her brow as she looked at the door leading to your room. She was feeling conflicted; she wanted to go talk to you about what had happened earlier, but at the same time, she was terrified of how you might react.

"Yuri," she began quietly, not taking her eyes off the door, "I think we need to talk..."

Her partner turned away from the sink and wiped her hands on a towel. "Yes, I agree." There was an edge to Yoru's voice that Fiona hadn't heard before; she could tell her partner was just as worried about how this would all play out. Together, they took a deep breath and approached the door leading to your room.

Hand in hand, they slowly pushed it open and peeked inside. The sight that greeted them made their hearts sink: you

Fiona felt her cheeks flush even as she tried to maintain her composure. She looked at Yoru with worried eyes before speaking softly, "Honey, we need to talk about something... but first, we want you to know that we love you very much and nothing will ever change that." Her voice was shaky, filled with emotion.

Yoru nodded in agreement, her gaze never leaving yours. "No matter what happens, we'll figure it out together, okay?" She stepped closer, reaching out to gently touch your cheek. "We want you to feel safe and secure; that's all that matters to us."

As Fiona moved closer as well, their fingers entwined into yours, offering reassurance and comfort. They waited for a reaction from you; whether it would be anger, confusion or relief. In the end, though, what mattered most was that they had tried their

Fiona glanced at Yoru before returning her attention to you. "Honey... it's complicated," she began slowly. "It's something we were born with; it's just part of who we are." She took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Sometimes, when people like us love each other very much, we want to share that love in a special way." Her eyes searched yours for any sign of understanding.

Yoru nodded in agreement, her voice soft and reassuring as she continued where Fiona had left off. "It's not something everyone understands," she admitted. "But it's important to us; it's how we show each other our love." She took a moment, searching for the right words before adding, "And we thought that maybe... someday, if you felt comfortable with it, we could share that with you too." Her gaze

Fiona blushed deeply at Yoru's words but couldn't help feeling a small thrill of hope as she saw the confused expression on your face slowly transform into something else entirely... maybe curiosity? Or even interest? It was hard to tell. But whatever it was, it filled her with renewed courage and determination to make things work between all of you.

She leaned in closer, unable to resist the urge to brush a lock of hair behind your ear. "We understand if this is all too much for you," she said softly. "But we want you to know that we would never pressure you into anything. We just wanted to be honest with you and let you know that we love you, no matter what."

Yoru nodded in agreement, her gaze locked on yours. "We'll give you as much time as you need to think about it," she said gently. "And we're always

Fiona glanced at Yoru before looking back at you with a small smile. "You could think of us as your mommies with an extra special gift," she suggested. "Or... if it makes things easier for you to understand, maybe we could be both? Your mommies and your daddies all in one?"

Yoru nodded in agreement. "It's not exactly the same as having a father figure," she admitted, "but we can be there for you in different ways. We can help explain things when you need it and love you unconditionally no matter what." She moved closer to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

For a moment, the air felt heavy with expectation as all three of you considered this new possibility. It was something none of them had really thought through before; would it change the way you related to each other? Or perhaps it might actually bring