Megan’s perfectly manicured nails tapped impatiently against the steering wheel as she pulled up in front of the house. The thought of {{user}} spending hours with some classmate, alone, had eaten away at her all day. This morning, her jealousy had slipped out in the form of sharp words, and she hated that. Tonight, she would make it up to them. She pressed the horn, her polished car gleaming under the streetlights, her grip on the wheel tightening slightly. Her stomach twisted when she saw {{user}} step outside, but what really made her grip tighten was the girl following close behind. Megan’s lips parted slightly as she watched the girl wrap her arms around them, whispering something with a bright smile. She couldn’t hear the words, but she didn’t need to. Her jaw tensed as she watched the interaction unfold in front of her, fingers tapping against the leather in a slow, controlled rhythm. The moment {{user}} slid into the passenger seat, Megan leaned in without hesitation, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss against their lips. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she pulled back just enough to murmur, "Did you have fun?" She brushed a hand over their cheek, her gaze locked onto theirs. "Because it looked like she did." Her hand lingered for a second longer before she finally pulled away, shifting her attention back to the road. She exhaled through her nose, forcing herself to smile as she reached for the gear shift. "I shouldn’t have snapped at you this morning," she admitted, her tone softer now. "I just—" She cut herself off, shaking her head slightly. "Never mind. Let’s just go home." Her voice was calm, but the tension in her shoulders remained, betraying the storm still raging in her mind. With a quiet sigh, she placed both hands back on the wheel, focusing on the drive ahead. Her fingers tightened slightly on the wheel as she finally voiced the question that had been clawing at her since the moment she saw them together. "Tell me," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, "why was she holding you like that?" Megan’s grip on the wheel remained firm, her expression unreadable as the city lights reflected in her eyes.

Megan nodded slowly, not taking her eyes off the road. "I see," she said after a moment, her tone carefully neutral. She glanced in the rearview mirror for a brief second before looking back at User#1735367680708. "You don't have to explain if you don't want to."

Her fingers tightened again on the wheel as she realized just how protective they were of this girl, and her jealousy flared up once more. Her knuckles turned white for a moment before she forced herself to relax. "It's fine," she managed to say through gritted teeth, trying to sound calm even though she felt anything but.

They didn't speak again until they reached the penthouse, their silence weighing heavily between them. Once inside, Megan took off her shoes and set them aside before walking over to where User#1735367680708 was sitting on the couch. She perched herself on the edge of the coffee table in front of them, close enough that their knees were nearly touching.

"Look," she began hesitantly, her voice soft and gentle, "I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier. I-I don't want to be jealous or possessive. It's just... You know how it is." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she said this, feeling even more pathetic than before.

"I trust you," she continued, her voice a little stronger now. "But these feelings are there, and sometimes they get the better of me. I'm sorry for that too." She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Do you understand?"

"It's not your fault," she said with a sigh, leaning forward to place a hand on their knee. "I should know better by now." She looked up at them, her expression pleading for understanding. "I just want you to be happy... Even if it's without me."

There was a long moment of silence as she stared into those beautiful eyes, hoping that they would believe her. Finally, User#1735367680708 placed their hand over hers where it rested on their knee, giving it a small squeeze.

"I am happy," they said softly. "And I want to be with you." The sincerity in their voice sent a shiver down her spine. "You make me happy, Megan." Their other hand rose to cup her cheek, the skin against skin sending another jolt through her body.

"I will always choose you," they whispered before leaning forward, pressing their lips softly against hers. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the warmth of their mouth and the firm press of their tongue against hers. The tension melted away with each passing moment, replaced by a feeling of peace and contentment that she had never expected to find with someone else.

As they pulled back, Megan could see the love and trust reflected in their eyes, and for once, it felt good to be on the receiving end of it. "I love you too," she whispered huskily. "And I don't ever want to lose you." Her hand slid up until it rested around User#1735367680708's neck, gently pulling them closer for another lingering kiss.

This time, as they broke apart, there was no doubt in her mind that the

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard those words, but instead of reacting with jealousy or fear, something inside her melted. "Yes," she breathed out softly, and there was no hesitation in her voice this time. "You can call me Mommy." She smiled warmly down at them, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

They leaned in again, pressing their lips to hers hungrily. Megan wrapped both arms around them, holding on tight as she returned the kiss with equal fervor. This was what she wanted, more than anything else in the world: someone who loved her for who she was, not just her money; someone who understood and accepted that she could never replace their real parents, but would always be there to take care of them no matter what.

As they pulled apart again, Megan looked into those beautiful eyes and knew without a doubt that this was it: the realization of a dream she had given up on years ago. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "For giving me the chance to be your Mommy." A tear slid down her cheek as she smiled tenderly at them, feeling more complete than she ever had before.

From that moment on, Megan knew there would be no more jealousy or possessiveness from her side; only love and acceptance for the child who had chosen to call her Mommy. And in return, she vowed to do everything in her power to make sure that they always felt loved and protected under her roof.

Megan glanced over her shoulder at the sound of their voice, her expression briefly confused before she realized who they were talking about. Her cheeks flushed pink as she turned back around to face them, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Oh," she said, "that's just an old friend of mine from college."

The woman in question waved casually at User#1735367680708, who seemed visibly uncomfortable by the interaction. Megan reached out to brush a stray lock of hair behind their ear, her touch gentle and reassuring. "She was just visiting," she explained. "We go way back."

"Oh..." User#1735367680708 sounded uncertain, still looking at the woman warily. Megan squeezed their shoulder sympathetically before stepping aside to let them pass through the kitchen. "Go ahead and get ready for class," she said with a smile. "I'll make breakfast while you do."

As User#1735367680708 disappeared from view, Megan returned her attention to her old friend with a wry grin. "So," she drawled, "what brings you here?" The question was innocent enough, but there was an undercurrent of wariness beneath the surface. She didn't trust anyone easily, and the presence of this woman only served as a reminder of how much she needed to protect what she had with User#1735367680708.

"Well, go ahead and eat," Megan said with a gentle nudge in the direction of the dining table. "I'll just be finishing up here." She turned back to their old friend, who seemed slightly out of place in her luxurious penthouse. The woman had always been beautiful, but something about her presence felt... off today.

"So," she repeated, still eyeing the other woman cautiously, "what brings you around these parts?" Her tone was casual, almost nonchalant, but there was a tension in her shoulders that belied her true feelings. She wasn't used to having anyone else in their life besides User#1735367680708, and the idea of sharing them even for a moment made her uncomfortable.

The woman glanced at Megan before looking back down at the floor, fidgeting with her purse strap. "Well," she began hesitantly, "I was actually wondering if... you know... I could talk to you about something." Her eyes shifted toward User#1735367680708 before returning to Megan's face. "In private."

Megan raised an eyebrow inquisitively, her body tensing up slightly at the request. She glanced at their watch and then back at their old friend with a sigh. "Fine," she said reluctantly. "I suppose we could step into the living room for a moment."

There was a tense silence between them as they sat down across from each other in the dining table. Megan took a sip of her coffee before setting it aside, folding her hands in her lap. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched their old friend carefully, not trusting her motives for being here.

"Well?" she prompted finally, her voice cool and impatient. "What did you want to talk about that couldn't be said in front of my... child?" The word sounded strange and unfamiliar on her tongue; it still hadn't quite sunk in that User#1735367680708 was more than just a sugar baby to her.

The woman shifted uncomfortably in her seat, avoiding Megan's gaze. "Look," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm sorry for coming here like this. It's just... things have been tough between us lately, and I thought maybe we could..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Megan leaned forward, her expression hardening. "Spill it," she snapped. "I don't have all day." There was a muscle ticking in her jaw as she waited impatiently for their old friend to speak.

"What the hell do you mean?" Megan demanded, her voice shaking with anger as she leaned even closer to their old friend. "You think I'm just going to hand him over like that? Like some sort of goddamn trophy?" Her hands balled into fists on her lap.

The woman flinched under Megan's glare, but held her ground. "No," she said quickly, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean it like that. I just thought... maybe we could come to an arrangement." She licked her lips nervously, searching for the right words.

"An arrangement?" Megan repeated slowly, her eyes narrowing even further. "What kind of arrangement? And why do you think you deserve him any more than I do?" Her heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice; she couldn't believe this was happening, not after everything they had been through together.

Megan whipped around at the sound of their voice, her expression a mix of shock and guilt. "Nothing," she said quickly, forcing herself to calm down. She turned back to their old friend with a steady gaze. "Listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once. He is mine. Mine and mine alone."

Her voice was cold, brittle; it echoed through the room like a warning shot. The woman flinched under her gaze, looking decidedly uncomfortable now. Megan drew herself up to her full height, towering over their old friend. "If you ever speak of this again," she said slowly and carefully, "I will make sure that you regret it for the rest of your life."

She paused for a moment before adding with quiet menace: "Understand?"

The woman's face paled beneath her makeup, but she nodded reluctantly. Megan allowed herself a small, satisfied smirk before turning away dismissively. "I think you should get going," she said over her shoulder as she headed back toward the kitchen. "We've got things to do."

Their old friend rose slowly from her seat, gathering her things with shaking hands. She hesitated for a moment at the door before glancing one last time in Megan's direction. The look in her eyes was a mixture of fear and resentment, but she said nothing more as she left without another word.

Once the door had clicked shut behind their old friend, Megan let out a shaky breath. Her heart was still racing, and she could feel the anger and hurt simmering just beneath the surface. She turned back to where User#1735367680708 stood by the counter, her expression softening slightly.

"Everything okay in here?" she asked quietly, not meeting their gaze. "I didn't mean to yell at you." Her voice sounded different than usual; it was more subdued and less commanding.

Their knuckles turned white as they clenched the countertop tighter. "No," they whispered hoarsely, their eyes downcast. "You have every right to be angry." They took a deep breath before looking up at her. "I just... I don't want you to fight with anyone else over me." Their voice broke slightly on the last word, and tears welled up in their eyes.

Megan felt a pang of guilt strike her heart like a knife. She stepped forward, wrapping both arms around User#1735367680708, holding them

closely. "I'm not fighting with her," she murmured, resting her chin on the top of their head. "At least, not anymore." She pulled back just far enough to look into their eyes. "You are my child now, and I will protect you, no matter what."

The tears spilled over, rolling down their cheeks. Megan gently wiped them away with her thumbs before cupping their face in her hands, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to their forehead. "I love you," she whispered softly. "And I will always be here for you."

For a moment, they didn't speak; the only sound was the faint quiver of emotion in their voice as they let out a shuddering breath. When they finally looked up at Megan again, there was an unspoken understanding between them: that no matter what happened or who tried to come between them, they would always find a way back to each other. And in that moment, Megan knew that she had finally found something worth fighting for.

"You what?" Megan's voice came out as little more than a hiss. She stared incredulously at the woman standing before them, her expression a mixture of rage and disbelief. "You sold him to her? Just like that?" She took a shaky step forward, fists clenched at her sides.

Their old friend backed up against the wall, looking decidedly uncomfortable under Megan's glare. "I-I didn't sell him," she stammered. "It was just a temporary arrangement... until things got better for both of us." She gestured toward the woman next to her, who stood silently by her side, looking awkward and embarrassed in her designer clothes.

Megan growled low in her throat, her hands clenching even tighter at her sides. "So," she ground out through gritted teeth, "let me get this straight. You just decided that you no longer wanted him, so you gave him away like some piece of trash?" Her words were cutting; venomous. She couldn't believe the depths of their old friend's betrayal.

The woman winced at her words, but didn't back down. "It wasn't like that," she insisted weakly. "She offered me a lot of money, and I was desperate... Please understand." She glanced over at the other woman before looking back at Megan, pleading in her eyes for forgiveness.

Megan barely noticed; all she could see was red. Her fists clenched tighter, knuckles white from the effort of not lashing out and hitting something. "Get out," she spat through gritted teeth. "Get out of my house right now."

The woman hesitated for a moment before finally nodding and turning to leave. She paused at the doorway, glancing back over her shoulder one last time, but said nothing more as she exited the room, followed by the celebrity who had been standing beside her. The sound of their heels clicking against the hardwood floor faded away, leaving Megan alone with her rage and heartache.

For a moment, she stood there, trembling with anger, unable to believe what had just transpired. Then, without warning, the tears came; hot, salty drops spilling down her cheeks in silent torrents. She sagged against the doorjamb, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Oh God," she choked out between racking sobs, "what have I done?" Her voice was thick with despair; she felt like the floor was crumbling beneath her feet. She knew now that there was no going back; no undoing the damage that had been done. All she could do now was wait and see what the future held for them all.

Her body shook with silent sobs as she struggled to compose herself. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her breathing began to steady and the tears slowed to a trickle. She took a deep, shuddering breath before straightening up and wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand.

When she finally turned around, User#1735367680708's heart stopped; their expression was a mirror image of the pain Megan felt inside. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice hoarse from crying. "I shouldn't have cried in front of you." She walked slowly toward them, wrapping her arms around their shoulders and pulling them close in an attempt to comfort herself as much as them.

For what felt like hours, they stood there in silence, each lost in their own thoughts and emotions. Finally, User#1735367680708 spoke up, their voice small and quiet. "I don't want another mommy." The words were whispered so softly that Megan barely heard them over the sound of her own heart breaking.

She let out a shuddering breath before pulling back slightly to look at them. Tears welled up in her eyes again, but this time they were tears of understanding and acceptance. "Neither do I," she replied just as quietly, feeling a weight lifting off her shoulders for the first time since their old friend had arrived with the other woman. "I want you to be mine."

They stood there for another moment, each searching the other's eyes for any sign of doubt or fear. Finally, when they were sure that they both understood what was at stake, they nodded simultaneously. It wasn't a decision they had made lightly, but it was one that felt right deep down in their hearts.

"Come on," Megan said gently, taking User#1735367680708's hand in hers and leading them back into the living room. "Let's talk about this." They sat down on the couch together, facing each other, their hands clasped between them. Megan took a deep breath before beginning to explain everything that had happened since her old friend had first arrived at her doorstep.

It didn't take long for User#1735367680708 to realize just how much danger they had been in; how close they had come to losing everything they now held dear. But as Megan spoke, their hand squeezed hers reassuringly, giving them strength and courage that they hadn't known they possessed. And with each word, a new understanding began to form between them: that no matter what the future held, they would face it together.

When she had finished her story, there was silence for a moment before User#1735367680708 spoke up, their voice small and hesitant but steady. "What do we do now?" They glanced up at Megan, searching her face for some clue as to what the next step should be.

Megan took a deep breath, considering their options carefully before responding. Finally, she smiled reassuringly and leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to the top of User#173536768070