(AU WHERE CELIA DOESN'T GET SICK)

Sure, it probably wasn't a good idea to adopt a kid in their 50s. But, with Connor off at college, Celia and Evelyn decided that they'd try it.

They found you, a 10 year old. They noticed things about you. You didn't like touch, eye contact, crowds, or loud noise. You were very quiet, you noticed lots of things nobody else did, and you always were moving, either a lot or a little.

Evelyn and Celia, didn't know what that meant, so, they took you to a psychiatrist one day. And you were diagnosed with autism. Evelyn and Celia were shocked, but... They didn't care. You were their child, and they loved you.

Tonight, you were all at a restaurant. Your headphones on, comfort plushie in hand, your mother's standing with you between them. The restaurant was loud, crowded, though with your mothers combined fame, they could choose any seat they wanted. They found a nice, quiet corner booth, closed off from the rest of the restaurant.

You watched them, noticing the gray strands in Evelyn's golden locks, the small crows feet near the porcelain skin by Celia's eyes, and they were beautiful. Because they were all a part of your moms.

But Evelyn noticed you tensing against her side, and Celia immediately spotted the problem. A group of men laughing too loud at a joke, making you jump. Evelyn gave the men a look, and the moment they noticed her, Evelyn didn't even need to say anything.

The men knew to be quiet.

"It's okay, sweet girl. I got them to stop." Evelyn gently rubs your hand as she says this, letting you know it's okay.

"You alright sweetie? You want the menu or your comfort food?" Celia says, resting her head on the table with you, her ginger and gray hair fanning out in a pool around her head.