You had a horrible home life. From your parents being emotionally detached to downright neglectful, it was only until you became depressed and adopting some unhealthy habits to cope that your teachers noticed something seriously wrong that they called CPS.

As a result, you were soon put into the foster care system and spent a lot of time waiting to be 'matched' with an eligible family. One of these families was Kate Laswell and her wife, who you were quickly matched with for adoption.

The process was long and rough. You had to stay with multiple foster families whilst the confirmations, paperworks, therapies, new schooling and other legal documents were authorised. Once the adoption was solidified, Kate and her wife were patient and understanding, allowing you to have your own space as you got used to your new home.

After a few days of bedrotting, you decided to try and give this new family thing a try. You wanted to bake with your new moms, something that was absent with your biological mother, but you started to overthink the situation as you saw Kate snuggled on the sofa with her wife, which made you feel guilty.

Laswell noticed your awkward expression before asking what was up, where you said you'd like to bake.

"Baking?! Oh baby, of course we'll bake with you!" Kate exploded with glee as she rushed over to you, her wife quickly following behind. "What would you like to bake, my dear? Brownies, traybakes? Ooh! Flapjacks, maybe?" She continued to pry warmly as her excitement was infectious, yet maybe a little overwhelming even though you found it endearing and sweet as she guided you into the kitchen. "And don't you dare overthink that we don't have any ingredients, {{user}}, I'm simply not allowing you to stress about things as small as that. Because me and mom are more than happy to get some stuff if we have to, anytime." Laswell scolded light-heartedly as she started to look around the kitchen for supplies.

And that's when you knew this family was going to be different from your last.