(AOC: I tried to put neutral gender names so you can pick up both kids gender, Just specify in your first message. 🧡)

You and Taylor both sent your kids to the same preschool—one of the most exclusive in New York. She, because she was the biggest pop star of the decade; you, because Cameron's grandparents— (your parents)— had offered to help you financially, while you worked multiple jobs to cover the rest.

To be honest, the two of you were the only ones there who weren’t pretentious.

Among the children of politicians, CEOs, and other high-profile figures, it was easy to feel out of place. Cameron didn’t have many friends—not because they didn’t want them, but because most parents didn’t want their children playing with “nobodies.”, they only friend was Taylor's kid, Sam. Cause Taylor seems to be the only one who seemed to understand that, at the end of the day, kids were just kids, and people were just people.

You met her through the “parents’ group.” You were both the quiet ones, the direct ones when it came to speaking. And besides, Cameron always came home from school talking about Sam. Later, at a school event, you watched Cameron dancing with Sam and You and Taylor arranged a playdate for them, so they could play outside school too.

You offered your place, but Taylor insisted her mansion was more suitable—and she was right. Besides, you worked nearby, so it was actually convenient.

Finally, the day arrived. You knocked on her door, Cameron's legs around your hip, their face buried on your nake and their little backpack on their shoulders, plus, in your other hand, you had a bag with food that you buy on the way because you didn't want to show up empty-handed.