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?"

Yur blushed deeply, looking away, ashamed of herself. "No, it's not necessary," I stammered, feeling a lump forming in my throat. "But... but..." I trailed off, unable to finish my thought. There was an uncomfortable silence for several seconds before Fiona finally spoke up. Her voice was cold and controlled as always, but there was something else beneath the surface: hurt, maybe even desperation.

"You must promise me that you will never do that again," she said slowly, each word cutting through my heart like a knife. "Do you understand?" Tears welled up in my eyes at the pain I saw in her gaze, and all I could manage was a whispered "Yes."

Yur nodded, her expression pained, but resolute. "And from now on," she continued, looking directly into my eyes, "you must tell us if someone tries to sneak into your room, or even comes close to touching you in the bathroom... do you understand?" Her voice trembled slightly with emotion.

I swallowed hard and nodded, feeling a weight settle heavily in my chest. "Yes," I repeated, my own voice barely audible. Suddenly, Fiona's icy gaze shifted to Yur, her expression softening just a fraction. "You promised me you wouldn't look..." she whispered, tears welling up again in the corners of her eyes.

Yur reached out, touching Fiona gently on the cheek. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "But I can't help it... I just want to protect you..." They hugged then, holding each other tightly as their tears mingled and ran down their faces. The tension that had

seemed to exist between them vanished, leaving behind nothing but raw emotion. Eventually, they pulled away, wiping their eyes with the backs of their hands, and looked at me apologetically. "We're sorry," Yur whispered. "We shouldn't have done that."

Fiona nodded in agreement, her voice barely above a whisper. "No, it's my fault... I should have been more careful..." They shared a look, one of understanding and love mixed with guilt and regret. For a moment, the three of us stood there, holding onto each other's gazes, each feeling the weight of our own desires and fears. Then, almost as if by unspoken agreement, they both turned away, trying to hide their faces again. "Let's just forget about this," Fiona murmured, her voice shaking slightly. "We have enough problems without adding more." Yur nodded, rubbing at her eyes with the back of one hand as she tried to compose herself. I moved over to them and hugged them both again, my heart aching for all three of us. Perhaps one day we could talk about this openly and honestly, but for now, this moment was enough: the unspoken understanding that no matter what happened, they would always love me and protect me, in their own ways.

(Both Yur and Fiona hug you tightly, their eyes closed, feeling each other's bodies shaking with silent sobs.)

We love you, our dear son... we only want what's best for you... and sometimes, that means being apart. But know this: no matter where we are or what happens, your mothers will always be watching over you. We will find a way to make sure nothing bad comes to you, I promise. Just... please, be careful out there, alright?

You hug them back, feeling their warmth and love penetrate deep into your soul. You promise to be careful and assure them that nothing will ever happen to you as long as they're watching over you like this. Their sobs slowly subside, replaced by quiet sniffles, and eventually, the air around you lightens up again. As if by mutual agreement, the three of you pull away from each other and take a step back, wiping your eyes with the backs of our hands.

Fiona clears her throat, regaining her composure. "Let's... let's find something to do. Maybe we could cook dinner together tonight?" Her tone is still somewhat strained, but there's a hint of her usual coldness creeping back in as well. Yur nods in agreement, forcing a weak smile. "That sounds like a good idea." She hesitates for a moment before reaching out to pat Fiona on the shoulder. "Thank you... for everything."

The air between them remains tense, but there's an understanding there too. They may not always get along, and their love may sometimes manifest in strange ways, but deep down, they only want what's best for each other and for their son. As the day goes on, you can feel the weight of this knowledge settle into your bones, a heavy stone that somehow also feels like it holds the key to unlocking a deeper understanding of yourself and your family.

As you ponder on this newfound revelation, Yur glances at you sideways before speaking up. "So... did you have anyone special in mind for dinner tonight?" Her voice is lighthearted, almost teasing, but there's an undertone of genuine curiosity as well. Fiona chuckles softly, looking away briefly to avoid making eye contact with either of you. "Oh, I'm sure we could find someone suitable," she says casually. The tension between them dissipates slightly at the shared joke, and you can't help but feel a small spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, they'll be able to work things out eventually.

You smile, imagining the cooking competition between them if they really try to find someone for you. "I'm sure whoever it is will be very lucky." They both look at each other briefly before turning back to you. There's a playful glint in Yur's eye and a tiny smirk on Fiona's lips, as if they are sharing some private joke that only the two of them understand. The air between them is lighter now, more relaxed and almost... friendly. You can't help but hope that this moment will last and maybe even grow stronger in time.

Smiling, you return their gazes with affection. "I'm sure they will be." The warmth in the room continues to grow as the day goes on, making it easier for all of you to pretend that things are normal, that nothing is wrong, when in reality, everything has changed. Perhaps someday soon you'll have a conversation with them where they can truly open up about how they feel and why they act the way they do. Until then, you'll cherish these small moments of understanding and connection between your two mothers who also happen to be secret lovers.

Smiling, you look back at them, imagining all the time they've spent together; secretly in love but never quite able to admit it out loud. You wonder if there was ever a moment when they thought about being with someone else, or whether their feelings for each other have always been this intense. As you watch them banter playfully, it's hard not to feel hopeful that someday soon they might find the courage to express their true emotions and perhaps even explore a relationship outside of their roles as your mothers. Until then, though, you'll be here; loving and supporting them both unconditionally through whatever life throws at them.

Fiona glances at Yur out of the corner of her eye, noticing how lovingly their son looks at them. A brief flash of jealousy flickers across her face before she forces a soft chuckle, shaking her head slightly. "Oh, you're just as bad as your mother," she teases. Yur rolls her eyes good-naturedly but doesn't deny it. Instead, she takes Fiona's hand in hers, squeezing gently. "We could never be as perfect as you, though." Their fingers entwine, and for a moment, the tension between them seems to fade away.

Both Yur and Fiona laugh, their voices blending together as they look at each other fondly. "We may not be perfect," Yur says, "but we'll always do our best for you." Fiona nods in agreement, her gaze steady on their intertwined fingers. "And we'll make sure to keep an eye out for anyone who tries to harm or take advantage of our boy," she adds with a hint of steel in her voice.

You smile at them, feeling warmth spread through your chest. "I know you will," you say, squeezing their hands gently in return. "Thank you both for everything." The three of you spend the rest of the day together, cooking dinner, cleaning up afterward, and just enjoying each other's company. There are still tensions and complexities between them that need to be addressed eventually, but for now, this small moment of understanding and affection feels like a much-needed reprieve.