y'all this not proofread and my spelling and grammar prolly ass cus it's like 3:40 in the morningggg... enjoy ts tho 🫶🏽
"mama!" y/n grinned as she caught sight of her mother, stacy, walking through the front door, returning home from a long day and half a night of work.
Stacy threw her keys onto the hanger, immediately embracing her daughter in a bone crushing hug, rocking their bodies back and forth.
y/n giggled at the affectionate contact, her smile being replaced with a frown when they pulled back and she noticed her mothers exhausted demeanour.
"mama, you okay?" the girl asked in a soft tone, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout.
her mother nodded, smiling reassuringly. "yes baby, i'm okay. i'm just tired."
stacy's expression quickly switched when she noticed that y/n was all dressed up, in tight white clothing and a baby blue puffer jacket she only ever wore when she was trying to impress somebody.
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she admired her daughters beauty, a proud smile on her face. y/n reminded her a lot of what she was like when she was younger.
"you look so pretty, n/n." stacy planted a kiss on the girls cheek, gently holding her face in her hands as if y/n was a fragile object.
"thank you mama." y/n smiled widely, showcasing her bright white teeth. stacy nodded, letting y/n out of her grasp, beginning to make her way toward the kitchen.
y/n followed after her, sitting down at the island watching as her mother grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.
"i'm going to a party tonight." y/n told her. she knew her mother would be okay with it, so she wasn't at all surprised when Stacy simply nodded.
"with Kaylyn?" Stacy questioned after taking a long gulp of water from her water bottle.
y/n gasped, a sudden realization hitting her. she had completely forgotten to invite kaylyn to the party. she hadn't even replied to her texts and calls from earlier.
"oh, yeah i am!" y/n lied, shooting up from her seat. stacy gave her a weird look but didn't question her any further, watching the girl quickly run up the stairs and into her bedroom, softly slamming the door behind her.
"mama, why y/n running 'round the house?" taureen y/n's older brother, (who's also known as trench), questioned as he walked out of the main floor bathroom, wiping his wet hands on his plaid pj pants.
stacy shrugged, "ion know, taureen." she walked past her son, gently patting him on the shoulder as she began to make her way up the stairs.
"wait — ma!" taureen caught his mothers attention before she was able to make it out of his view. the woman turned around with raised eyebrows, waiting for her son to continue.
