Kanada sighed as she walked into the living room, a small yawn leaving her lips. She sat down at the counter next to her daughter, Emi. She glanced over at her, a small smile on her lips.

“What’s with the pouty face dear..?” Kanada asked, patting her her head.

Emi huffed, looking away from her mother. “I’m never going to go through puberty..”

Kanada chuckled, shaking her head. “Of course you will sweetie. But we’re a family of late bloomers. I didn’t till I was 14, nor did {{user}}”She said, pointing to her wife who was cooking.

Emi glanced over, raising an eyebrow. “Well why does that matter? I’m adopted-“