"The Star of Our Show" (Sundrop / Moondrop x Reader story)

Chapter 75

(I'm on writers block nooooo)

"Eat. Eatttt it." Monty was shoving soup in my mouth. Out of instinct, I swallowed it. "Dude it's so hot. Please. A break." Monty settled the bowl down and handed me a water bottle. "Uh, when did you guys learn how to make soup?" I ask, drinking water. "Back when kids weren't feeling well in the daycare, Sun or moon had to separate them from the rest. You know, kids can get sick easily. I remember delivering a stash of soup in the daycare.." he muttered, reliving the memory.

"'Gee thanks gator!' Was what Sun said. I knew there was soup somewhere. Don't you guys serve them in the daycare?" Monty asks. I shrugged, "Lunch or snack time is my break time. I don't pay attention to the kids at all." I admit laughing softly. "Has uh.. Sunny ever said anything to you?" Monty asks. With a puzzled look, I ask, "What? Told me what?"

"Don't tell him I told you this but uhh.. fella wanted kids before. He had so much excitement in his voice whenever the topic was brought up." I gulped, taking the soup bowl and feeding myself. "Uhh ... we explored it briefly. I told him I was too young for that anyways- or. Too young to make the decision right away." I sigh, satisfied with the warm soup. "Besides, I have gregory. What more can we take?"

Monty shrugs, "I mean shii. Gregory is like three kids in one- and I'm counting the angsty teen phase!" Monty laughs. "Though.. wonder how moon feels bout it. He loves kids, sure, but I dunno if he wants one of his own." He mutters. There was silence for a brief moment before Monty asks once again. "It's whatever your comfortable with. Especially if you're not ready for another."

"And if you can't handle another gregory." Music man leans against the door frame. "If I'm being honest? I need to focus on my relationship before making these big decisions. It'll change a lot.." I started to get lost in thought.

"Do you like Sun and moon, hun?" Music man asks, sitting at the edge of the bed. "I think I do." I say. Monty lifts his brow, "Ya think?" He seemed confused. "I mean.. like.. I'm not sure. I love them, but I'm not sure if I'm in love with them. Plus, they fell pretty fast for me. I want them to be sure of their feelings for me too."

"You guys are the absolute worst." I jumped, looking at the door. It was Roxy! "You guys are bringing up their business, when they're sick. Let them get better before we start figuring things out." Monty chuckled, getting up awkwardly. "I expected it from you, Monty. But Music guy? Cmon." My eyes widened, now having a general realization.

"You all are .. human." I slowly stated.

"Yea, yea, I'm sure you were aware. Freddy met up with us about this actually and uh.." Roxy ran her hand through her hair. "AND WE ARE SUPER CUTE!" Chica came out of nowhere. She giggled softly, running toward Roxy and hugging her side. "When did you guys figure it out?" "Ever since music guy confessed." Monty rubbed his neck.

"You guys will be ok, right?" I ask. "I'd say we're handling it pretty well! Considering the circumstance." Chica smiled, a small one. Roxy returned another but eventually she responded, "It's a bit weird, yea, but we can wear our merch now. Everyone loves me, and so do I!" Roxy walked away and in a few seconds she shot a Roxy themed shirt at me. "HEY?! Weren't you the one who said to wait till they get better?!" Monty argued.

"Oh like you're one to talk! You were bugging them, I got them a free shirt." Roxy smiled as if she did a good deed. The best one?? "C'mon guys-" Roxy and Monty got in each other's faces. Chica tried to disband the two but they were blowing off childish insults. While everyone was distracted, I stretched and dusted myself off. I sneakily went out the room, and hurried towards the elevators.

"As much as I wanna talk to the group, I think I need to focus on my weird ass story." I grumbled. Stepping into the elevator, I noticed the thumping of loud noises. "Y/N?! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!" They called. "SORRY GUYS!" I yelled back before the doors closed.