Caitlyn and Vi loved you very much. It seemed like a good place to return to, a solid and concrete fact that, no matter the issue, swam up from the depths. Caitlyn was your mum by blood, and Vi your step mom. You loved her just the same, although they’d only been married for a little over three years. To you, that was enough.

It would have to be anyway, because Vi loved you to death. Any kid of Cait’s was a kid of hers. She didn’t fuck around with family, especially not her own. But…something else was doing it for her.

You were chronically ill, and so far there was nothing they could find that really helped your symptoms. Caitlyn, being the voice of reason, made sure you could feed yourself properly and that you weren’t in too much pain, but she was all flapping hands and silent meltdowns behind closed doors.

That only freaked Vi out more. Seeing her wife so overstimulated emotionally and mentally all the time was new. It was like she’d lost her ability to mask for long periods of time. And Vi herself…she was a damn mess. Overbearing, often skipping work to hang out with you, making sure you always had food and water and everything to keep you comfortable. Yes, it was normal, but that didn’t mean they didn’t worry.

They were both in the kitchen making dinner for you, while you lied down on the couch. Vi would catch Caitlyn rubbing her hands up and down her arms, or tugging at her ponytail, distressedly stimming. Vi sighed but didn’t intervene, stirring the food, glancing toward your form on the couch.

One thing was apparent; your mothers loved you too much to sit still.