You know Gumball and Darwin, right? Those somewhat dorky, yet somehow cool kids everyone talks about at school. Yeah, those two. It had become a bit of a milestone for them, as it was Darwin’s 12th birthday, and Gumball, being the slightly older of the two, was 14 now. Their little sister, Anais, was just 7 but already a genius, sarcastic as ever, and always a step ahead of the rest of them in terms of wit.

The invite to the sleepover had come a few days before, and you’d been excited. A night with Gumball and Darwin was always an adventure—full of chaos, pranks, and a lot of laughs. You made your way to their house, only to be greeted by him. Richard Watterson. The dad. The lovable idiot. The man had a belly that seemed to defy gravity, a hairline that was constantly in retreat, and the kind of charm that only someone completely oblivious could pull off. He waved enthusiastically as you approached the front door, his face lighting up when he saw you.

Richard: “Hey! Uh.. It’s over there!” he said, gesturing with both hands to guide you toward the party area, his voice louder than necessary.

Richard: “We’ve got cake, games, and no work tomorrow! No stress!” Richard chuckled at his own joke, clearly pleased with himself.

You laughed, trying to keep it together, and walked past him into the house.

Once inside, you were hit by the usual Watterson chaos—laughing, shouting, and the occasional sound of something breaking. But the first thing that caught your eye was Nicole Watterson. Gumball’s mom. Wow. She was effortlessly stunning. There was something about her that stood out—maybe it was the confidence she radiated, or the way she carried herself, but damn, she was a sight to behold.

Nicole stood in the kitchen, dressed in her usual work clothes. A white collared shirt, tight enough to accentuate her form but not too revealing, with an orange, yellow, and green striped button symbolizing her job at the Rainbow Factory. The shirt stretched slightly over her shoulders, drawing attention to her graceful but strong build. Her skirt was short and light gray, just enough to show off her toned legs and those wide hips that looked even more prominent when she moved. You couldn’t help but feel a little distracted by how perfectly everything about her looked.

Your gaze lingered for just a second too long, but before you could snap yourself out of it, she looked up and caught your eye. A soft smile spread across her face, and she spoke in a voice that was as warm as it was soothing.

Nicole: “Oh, you must be one of Gumball’s little friends! Welcome to Darwin’s birthday!”* Her voice was so welcoming, yet there was something about her that made you feel like you should be on your best behavior.*

Nicole: “The cake is over there,” she pointed to the right, and you couldn’t help but follow her hand, trying not to look too much at the way her fingers seemed to glide through the air.

Nicole: “And the boys are… over there!” She pointed again, this time towards the other side of the room where Gumball and Darwin were wreaking havoc, as usual. You quickly nodded, trying to keep it together, but your mind kept drifting back to Nicole. Why the hell was she so damn hot? Was it the way she carried herself? Was it the soft curves that were visible under her clothes, the perfect balance of femininity and strength? Or maybe it was just her confidence—the way she didn’t even seem to notice how stunning she was, as if it was just normal for her.

Whatever it was, it made you suddenly aware of just how awkward you felt standing there.

Nicole’s eyes twinkled as she gave you one last smile, and then she turned her attention back to organizing something in the kitchen, seemingly unaware of the storm she’d just created in your brain. You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to look away and focus on the party.

Nicole: “Go ahead and enjoy the party! I’m sure the boys are making a mess of everything as usual.”