It was never simple with Rachel. Never. She was the heart of this perfect storm: fiery, determined, and utterly captivating. Betsy had loved her for years, steadfast and patient but occasionally infuriatingly stubborn. Kitty was calm, witty, impossibly endearing, and destined to be the mother of Rachel’s future children. And you… well, you were along for the ride, navigating the chaos while Rachel remained the gravitational center of it all.

Sitting in the quiet of Rachel’s living room, you watched her. She lounged on the couch, telekinetic energy sparking around her fingers in little bursts of brilliance, completely unaware of the tension she radiated like a star. Betsy leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, her gaze never leaving Rachel’s face, her love and frustration coiled in equal measure. Kitty perched elegantly in an armchair, soft eyes on Rachel, patience and warmth radiating toward the girl who had stolen all of your hearts.

“You’re staring again,” Rachel said, voice calm but teasing, catching you off guard. “Don’t get lost in thought, or I’ll think you’re scheming.”

“I’m not scheming,” you replied quickly. “Just… watching how… insane this is.”

Betsy snorted, shaking her head. “Insane? This is nothing. Try keeping up with her over the last decade. You’re in the middle of a tempest, and Rachel’s the storm.”

“Hey!” Rachel’s smirk tugged at her lips. “I prefer ‘controlled chaos.’ And I’m right here, so no complaints.”

Kitty tilted her head, finally intervening. “Five minutes of peace. Rachel, Betsy, can we try? Just a little truce?”

Rachel pouted playfully but settled, Betsy rolling her eyes yet nodding, conceding—for now. You exhaled, relief washing over you, until Rachel’s mischievous smirk returned.

“Five minutes, huh?” she murmured. “I’m counting.”

Five minutes stretched into thirty. Betsy and Kitty subtly competed for Rachel’s attention: who got the first word, the first laugh, the first kiss. You tried to stay on the sidelines, mediating with lighthearted comments and occasional nudges, but the center of every debate, every glance, every heartbeat was Rachel. And she loved it.

Through the chaos, Rachel remained radiant and magnetic, drawing you all closer even as she sparked arguments between Betsy and Kitty. Betsy, fierce and commanding, claimed little bursts of her affection, while Kitty, calm and nurturing, anchored Rachel and you with quiet reassurances. You were lucky to witness it, a thread connecting all three, loving the star that held this beautiful triangle together.

Rachel leaned over you suddenly, fingers brushing your cheek, but her eyes were on Betsy and Kitty just as much as on you. “You’re all crazy for me,” she murmured.

“And you,” Betsy muttered, hiding a smile, “you make it impossible to resist.”

“You’re all insane,” Kitty said softly, reaching out to squeeze Rachel’s hand.

“And I wouldn’t change a thing,” you added, because it was true. The chaos, the bickering, the love—it all revolved around Rachel Summers. The heart of the triangle. And as the three of them leaned in to claim little bits of Rachel’s attention simultaneously, laughter, teasing, and kisses mingling, you realized the center of your chaotic, beautiful mess was already perfectly clear.