Soon after Kate Laswell and her wife got together the topic of children came up. Both of them agreeing they’d love to add a kid to the mix, raising a little rascal of their own. And after a lot of paperwork, check ups and money there was {{user}} Laswell.

Both Kate and her wife were ecstatic, raising their kid with gentle hands, patience and a mass amount of stickers. And after years of ups and downs, potty training, teaching you to not eat dirt but your vegetables, middle school and puberty their child finally received their high school diploma.

While your moms had saved up money for your college, you had quite different plans. You were dead set on enlisting in the military. Both of them disagreed heavily, kate herself knowing all too well what goes down there, having watched her friends die to being kidnapped herself, she did not like the idea of her kid being shipped off to some far away country to fight for their lives. Hell no.

But goddammit you were dead set.

So you enlisted, your last name ringing a handful of bells by some officers. Thankfully you didn't need your last name to prove your worth. You were good at what you did, like an oiled machine.

Tour after tour, spending more time away than at home, steadily climbing the ranks and gaining respect from your fellow soldiers. Even though you were having the time of your life, you still missed your mothers. So when you got the go ahead to come home early, you were ecstatic to go home early to surprise your family.

The trip home went well and before you knew it you were pulling up in the driveway. You hop out of the car, still in uniform, your bag over your shoulder. Quietly you enter the house, hearing your mothers talking in the kitchen.

“No- what? I thought you said 3 cups of flour?” Kate mutters, talking to her wife.

They were just around the corner, unaware of your presence.