Taylorde - Oneshots

Girls Can't Marry Girls

"What's up, Ange?", asks Taylor as Angelyne slumps in her kitchen chair. She draws on a napkin with a blue crayon.

"Lucy doesn't believe that I have two mommies", she grumbles, breaking the crayon in two.

"Oh dear", Taylor frowns, "Is that upsetting you?"

"Yes!", Angelyne exclaims, completely appalled that Taylor has asked her such a thing. "She doesn't know that girls can't marry girls. She's so stupid!"

"She's not stupid, Ange. Just uneducated", I say from my end of the table, my newspaper being turned into a paper hat as its pages fall to the floor.

"She can be both", Josh adds as he hands me a third hat from under the table which I gladly place on my head atop the other two.

"What does uneducated mean?", asks Angelyne.

"She hasn't been taught certain things", I respond. "She doesn't know about things that a lot of other people do know about"

"Then yes, she's very very uneducated", Angelyne confirms with a slap of her hands to the table mat. "I'm just so angry!"

"Eat your cereal, you're going to be late", says Taylor, putting on her coat.

"But momma-"

"We'll discuss this later, babe. Come on"

Taylor heads off with Angelyne to school, taking Josh to preschool along with her. The cats are jumping up on the table the second they leave. They know I won't yell at them the way Taylor does. Meredith seems to have grown too fat to jump on the table. She licks at some spilled milk as she sits on a kitchen chair, her stomach hanging below her like a some sort of fluffy water balloon.

"Dear God, how did you get so huge", I ask, beginning to clean down this mornings breakfast. The cat responds with an unamused blink. She clumsily falls off of her chair and rolls across the floor a bit before falling asleep in a sluggish heap. Olivia leaps over her, still quite nimble and slim. She trots across the living room and bounces into my reading chair before also dozing off.

I then set to work with making Taylor some green tea for when she arrives home. The kids are a lot of work for both of us. And I don't like to brag about it, but I think I've settled a little faster into the routine than Taylor has. Quite surprisingly, too. I cook and clean, she makes the school runs and shopping. And then we switch every week. Easy enough. But she still ends up tired and a little grumpy by the end of each day. I think I'll run her a bath along with the tea today...
My phone rings. It's her.

"Hey, everything okay?"

"You will not believe what I heard from Angelyne's teacher when I dropped her off", Taylor says, angrily.

"What is it?"

"Before I left, I spoke to her about possibly explaining to the class about how some families can have two dads or two moms and gay rights and stuff and do you know what she said?!"

"What was it, sweetie?", I say, keeping my voice calm.

"She said that the class don't need to know about that because it's 'irrelevant to school life'"

"She did not!"

"She did so!"

"That's ridiculous, Taylor!"

"You think I didn't say that? Angelyne is moving schools"

"Okay now hold on, let's not get too caught up in this-"

"I will not let my daughter attend a school where they don't care about families like us"

"I understand that you're angry but there must be another way to handle this"