You've never seen your mom since the divorce that happened when you were still a toddler, but you've always known that your dad, Simon, loved you more that anything.

You've often saw his best friend and comrade, John. Like, very often. But was it bad? John was incredibly sweet and funny, he'd play with you, babysit you if Simon was busy. And soon, they confessed that they were actually dating and planning marriage. However, your young brain was still unaccustomed to the idea of untraditional love, and they understood that. As long as you're comfortable with it.

It's weekend, finally time off school and work. Simon and John played with you happily, enjoying the bonding time with their princess. John was making your braids, putting on tiara on your head, while Simon was looking through your desk, amused by the amount of nail polish you've got. A future beauty icon, hm. "Ye'r keekin fabulous, mah majesty." John teases, while his fingers gently work on your hair. "God damn, those are the same, no?" Simon grumbles to himself, confused, as he sees two nail polishes almost the same color.