our daughter (marina fanfic)

Chapter 27

Olivia's POV

We got home and I immediately went upstairs to change into comfier clothes, while moms prepared dinner. After a little while of chilling on my bed I was called down for dinner, so I skipped downstairs and sat in my usual seat. 

The closer tomorrow approached, the more nervous I started to feel. I had done high school for two years already, I didn't get why I was this nervous about it. I was not taking bites of the pasta mama had made, not because I didn't wanna eat but because I had a stomach ache from my nerves about the upcoming year. 

I kept pushing the pieces of pasta on my plate, just playing with it at this point. I heard moms talk about their upcoming weeks of work until I saw mama looking at me. 

"Is it not good?", mama asked, seeing I had a hard time with the meal and was just pushing the food around. I saw mom raise an eyebrow next to me as she looked at my plate and then at me. 

"No, it's not like that, you know it's good. I just-... I feel nervous about tomorrow and I don't have an appetite", I admitted truthfully. "My stomach hurts". 

"Why are you feeling nervous?", mom asked, placing her hand on my back. 

"I've heard a lot of people say how busy and stressful it is during junior year. I know I'll have a lot of hard classes and I'm afraid I'll fail", I spoke quietly. I didn't wanna let my moms down, they were both so smart, and with Zola and Sofia as my friends, being smart and good at school kinda became our identity. Or at least mine. 

"Olivia you have always done so well. Your mama and I are certain you don't need to worry. You are so smart and observant, we're sure you'll do okay", mom comforted with a small smile. 

"Mmm yeah I guess", I mumbled back. 

"Can you try to eat a little more bella?", mama tried to ask. 

"Mama I promise it's not like that, I am literally just too nervous to eat", I tried to explain. 

"Si, we heard, but please bambina, just a little more. You know this", she sighed. 

"Are you gonna do this every time I don't wanna finish?", I asked a bit annoyed now. 

"Olivia, we're just asking a little bit", mom joined the conversation. 

I sat in silence for a second before speaking

"How much?", I asked. 

"5 mouthfuls", she said sternly, not giving room for any negotiation. 

"Do I still need those shakes, if I don't finish?", I asked nervously. We stopped using them regularly as part of my meal plan about a month ago, but that was also because I always finished everything else. But as I said, tonight it wasn't for a reason like that. 

I saw mama look at mom before speaking. "No, it's okay. You don't need to have one", she explained. I sighed in relief and slowly picked up a piece of pasta to my fork. 

After we had finished dinner, mama and mom went upstairs to change into comfier clothes, as I sat on the sofa and started scrolling through Netflix for movie options. We decided on the movie "27 Dresses", which we had seen several times already, and settled down on the sofa. Mama was in the middle, curled up next to mom, who gently played with the ends of her brown wavy hair, as I sat next mama. 

I tried to focus on the movie, but let's be real I had seen this movie so many times that I could have recited the dialogues out of memory. But it was still a fun comedy movie nonetheless. 

I was starting to get tired and yawned loudly as I leaned to mama's side. She opened her arms and I settled comfortably in her embrace. The end credits started rolling and I yawned again. I didn't want tomorrow or the rest of the year to come. I guess mama noticed my thinking brain cause a minute later she spoke up

"Bambina"

I lifted my gaze while lying in her arms. I looked at her brown eyes which shared a look back. 

"Your mom and I were thinking earlier... if schoolwork or anything gets too much during the year, can you please tell us bella? Don't keep us in the dark"

"Where's this coming from?", I asked, wondering why they were thinking about this. 

"Sweetie, we just want to know how are you feeling. So we are just asking you to communicate with us. You mean everything to your mama and me and we want to know if something's going on", mom said. 

"Also, we know your eating is better and we are not sure yet if we want to keep some rules like we've had so far", mama started. 

"But please be patient and understanding, if we do set some rules. And for rules, we mean something like still updating us about school meals and still having mandatory snacks etc. We might not need to do this, but we both know that if you start to get overwhelmed, those unhealthy thoughts are likely to come back", she continued. 

I didn't say anything for a while. At the same time, I knew they didn't do this to be mean. Did I feel a little frustrated about it, yes, absolutely. But I also knew they thought about this from a place of love. This past year must have been hard for them too, so I just decided to agree. 

"Okay", I replied, not saying anything else. 

"Thank you bella", mama smiled, giving me a kiss on the top of my head. 

I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me. I knew was lucky to have the mothers I have, to whom I can turn for comfort and support. I snuggled closer to mama, feeling her warmth and love. 

"I'm scared about tomorrow," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper, hiding my face in mama's chest. 

"It's okay to be scared and nervous, sweetie", mom reassured, giving my thigh a comforting squeeze. "But remember, you've got this. You've worked hard in school and therefore prepared for this year as well."

Mama kept me close, holding me tightly. "Tesoro, we're always here for you, no matter what. And we're so proud of you for all that you've accomplished so far."

As the night wore on, I began to feel a little more at ease. We snuggled till I really was about to fall asleep, and mom poked me so I wouldn't fall asleep on the sofa. We walked over to my bedroom where I climbed under the covers, mom and mama sitting on both sides of me, sitting against the headboard. I felt mom's hand stroking my brown locks, while mama drew small patterns on my arm, which helped me to calm down. 

After a while, I began to feel drowsy. The last thing I remember was snuggling up closer to my mothers, feeling safe and secure in their arms.

Maya's POV

As my wife and I laid in Olivia's bed, I wrapped my arms tightly around my girl. As a mother, I knew how important it was to provide comfort and reassurance, especially during times of stress and uncertainty. I stroked Olivia's hair and spoke softly, telling her how proud I was of all that she had accomplished so far and how confident she was in her ability to handle whatever challenges came her way. Both Carina and I knew that Olivia was strong and capable, and we wanted to make sure that she knew it too. As we laid there quietly, I felt a sense of peace. Our daughter was purely amazing, and I loved our family moments like this. And I loved that even though she was growing up, she still wanted snuggles and comfort from Carina and me. 

We looked at Olivia, slowly falling into a deep sleep, her eyes fluttering occasionally and holding tightly onto her favourite blanket, which made her look about 10 years younger than she was. We slowly got up, said goodnight quietly, and gave a kiss on the top of her head. 

A/N: hopefully you enjoyed another chapter! I'm really trying to get back to writing.