Lizard Queen *EDITING*

Greetings *Edited*

Your dad did call you the next morning to see how you were feeling and you were feeling pretty good. Your siblings texted you that they had fun, even Lisvette, and they would love to go to another party like that again if given the opportunity. You're glad you had fun. Inko had dropped off your babies to you a few minutes ago having taken a shower already and had breakfast. That was something you didn't have to do but, what you did though is sit with them and listen to them talk. They talked your ear off and you showed them pictures you took just as you promised them.

"Is there anyone that you like mama?" You smiled at Himiko your darling baby.

"I like a lot of people baby! I don't hate anyone that I go places with or that you guys have met. I would never do that." Such an innocent question God you love her. She nodded her head accepting the answer.

"Do you like anyone more than us?" You turned sharply to Tenko scooping him up along with your two other children. You knew they all had abandonment issues because of society and sucky-ass blood family.

"Never. I love and like the three of you so much." You attacked them with kisses delighted to hear their squeals and sounds of happiness. You spent the rest of the day with your babies knowing they needed your attention, to be honest, you needed their attention too.

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It was uneventful for a while. Nothing crazy happened. You uploaded videos, drawings, commissions, and other background work. Paid all your bills, restocked the house with groceries, cleaned, went on little dates with your babies, and of course, spent time with friends as in on the phone. You had no interest in going out for drinks, out to eat, or anything of the sort. There was only so much you can handle being outside, the walls and comfort of your home called your name. You were glad though because the summer had slipped through your fingers and school was starting on Wednesday and it was already Sunday. To your chagrins, your kids were excited about going to school which you were a little miffed about since you loved being around them but, you were happy at the same time. They had friends to make and friends to see in a school setting. You went shopping for their uniform each being sure to buy a size bigger so they can all grow into it. Innovative parenting is key. Once that was done, you did all the school supplies and food for the house. All three of your babies had lunchboxes ready.

"Mama I'm going to first grade with Toshi!" Himiko was excited about starting first grade.

"I know! Just like my Tenko is going to second grade! My babies are growing up so fast!" You had pulled them all in for a group hug which they gladly obliged in. The rest of the week went by fast and before you knew it, you were back into the routine of getting up at 5 along with your children. It was nice and familiar even though you know there will be days you'll cuss the clock out and the school system for needing you to be up and function at the ass crack of dawn.

"Mama loves you!" You watched the three kids get on the school bus waving until the bus was out of sight. You weren't worried too much because your mama instincts told you to put an undetectable tracker on the inner seams of their bookbags. No mistakes or kidnappings will escape you ever again. Well, you didn't want them to be kidnapped ever again but, you did it to ease your paranoia. "Now to do some work" You had some gifts from your supporters so you decided to do a quick live on your herotube channel thanking them all for the support and love. After that, you decided to clean your house again even though it wasn't dirty. It was cluttered due to having three children. Once done you decided to have a three-way phone call with Rei and Inko wanting to know how the two of them were. They had a mutual friend over who is Mitsuki a.k.a Bakugo's mom so the conversation was cut short. Something about the woman didn't sit right with you but, to each its own.