The Presses

Season 6: Trailer

Finally, after a year...

Christen opened the door to their LA home where they had been peacefully living their lives for a year now, looking at the cameras that were once again set up and chuckled, pulling in the groceries behind her. 

The house was oddly quiet, almost everyone just spread out through the house and doing whatever. And right on cue, the now 8-year-old twins came running into the living room to greet their Mama. "Ma! Look what I got!"

"Aquila and I made these," Diana proudly put her and her sister's drawings up as she hopped excitedly.

Christen grinned and grabbed the papers to get a closer look. "These are amazing, my Loves. We're putting it up on the fridge."

... The Presses are back ...

Isabella ran across the field with the rest of her teammates, the Junior now proudly wearing the captain's armband. "Okay everybody, huddle up."

The rest of the team quickly jogged towards her as they listened to their team captain give them words of motivation. After a quick playthrough, they went back to their positions on the field, the cheers of the crowd growing louder when the referee blew her whistle. 

The 23-year-old cracked her neck as she got ready to play like it was going to be the last time she would be playing soccer. 

"Okay, bring it on."

... And they are busier than ever...

Michelle walked down the hallway with her lab gown being flown at by the wind as a bunch of people followed behind her, the hallways of the Shepherd-Sloan Memorial Hospital- Los Angeles bustled with people going in and out. 

One of Michelle's work phones rang making Evelyn, one of Michelle's Secretaries, answer the call as quickly and as quietly as possible making the Doctor look back slightly, catching Stephanie's attention. The Korean-American looked back at the younger girl anxiously, wanting to know who that call was from and what it was about as well.

Everlyn carefully leaned on Stephanie, whispering something in her ear, before handing her the phone. She looked at the contact name, before handing it to Michelle. "It's from Hyun Woo."

"Ye? Dangsin-eun mueos-eul wonhaseyo?" (Yes? What do you want?)

"Nuna, dangsin-ui doum-i pil-yohaeyo," the lawyer took a deep breath from the other side of the line. (I need your help)

Michelle's eyebrows creased as she took a turn to go to her office, but not before signing something that one of the staff was letting her sign. "Ige mwoyeyo?" (What is it?)

"Haein-e gwanhan geoya." (It's about Hai-In)

... And more Drama...

"Michelle, you really need to start taking care of yourself."

"I am taking care of myself," the older girl said defensively. 

"No," her wife easily interjected. "No, you are not. We would not have to constantly remind you about it if you are. And if we're being honest here Mitch, we're kind of getting tired."

Michelle's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at the woman in front of her. "We? Who's we?"

Taken aback by the question, not really realizing the small slip-up she had, she blinked a few times to try and regain her composure and think of an answer to say. "Uh-"

"You know what? Don't even answer that," Michelle opened the door and started packing some of her stuff. 

"Michelle Lorraine-"

The Singer/Songwriter didn't say anything as she started shoving some of her clothes in her bag, keeping her eyes set on the task that she was doing right in front of her. 

"Michelle please."

She just stood up and went to the other side of the closet and started grabbing shoes, avoiding any sort of eye contact. 

"Michelle Lorraine, why the fuck are you acting like this?"

"I need space."

"Oh, YOU need space?" Christen asked frustratedly. Michelle started making her way to the front door, her hand reaching out to the doorknob but then the sound of her wife's voice stopped her in her tracks. "You are shutting everyone out again. You need to talk to me, I AM YOUR WIFE!"

... And More Drama.

Isabella had a very stressful day, she had her hair tied up in a messy ponytail, having just come back from a run, when there was a knock on the door. Confused because she was not expecting anyone, she went and opened the door.

"Paige?"

"I need a favor. Can I come in?"

The younger girl nodded her head and watched as the now blonde haired woman came in her apartment. She stood there for a second before taking a deep breath and moving to close the door. "Everyone seems to always come here, I should really move apartments."

As we get an update on their lives.

Aquila and Diana ran around the backyard, both of them playing with the Giant Bubble Wands, their Mothers joining in on the fun as they started blowing smaller bubbles, Theo being carried by Isabella as they both started popping the bubbles.

Bringing back the Love...

Claps started erupting as the camera panned to the twins who took a bow with the rest of their ballet class, as they took the last bow. Both of them smiled as their Mom, Mama, and Ate screamed for them, being the ever-supportive people that they were.

,,, the sass ...

Santana looked around the room and grinned, noticing all of the powerful woman with her. 

"I love you girls."

Scarlett eyed her and rose an eyebrow. "That's disgusting, Tana."

"And gay," Michelle mumbled, not even bothering to look up from her phone. She finally looked up after a second and gave her a deadpan look. "That's disgustingly gay."

... And relatable realizations that seem to attack us all the time.

Michelle's head suddenly snapped up as if she realized something.

"My life is fucked up..." she trailed, keeping her sight in a distance as she stared at nothing, "I need therapy."

Everyone in the room hummed and looked at each other, nodding their heads in agreement.

"Bitch, and you just realized this now?"

The Presses, Season 6

"Do you guys really think I need therapy?" Michelle asked, hoping that they would give her the answer that she wanted to hear.

Everyone kept doing their own business, not even bothering to look up and look at the younger girl who was looking for validation. 

"Yes."

"Fuck."

Coming to you this July