the sound of {{user}}’s doorbell rang throughout her house, interrupting her ‘me time.’

she got up from her warm, cushiony bed, and waddled to her front door in nothing but a ripped graphic tee and some calvin klein boxers.

“hello?” she huffed, peeking through the peephole to see manon bannerman and sophia laforteza.

her manz and fia.

{{user}} swung the door open with a huge smile on her face—forgetting about her beauty sleep and face mask.

“good evening, mahal.” sophia hummed, stepping in and pulling her girlfriend into a embrace.

“we’re so fuckin’ jet lagged.” manon scoffed, lifting their suitcases off the porch before shutting the front door and swooping her arms around {{user}} from behind.

“so jet lagged.” sophia repeated, burying her face in the crook of {{user}}’s neck.

“i had no idea you guys were—“ {{user}} began, before being cut off with manon’s lips pressed to her own,

“happy to see you too, baby.” manon whispered against {{user}}’s mouth.