You, Me & Love | Choni Story

Pt.2 to Pt.1

"Kids!!!" The redheaded yelled with urgency echoing through the house. They all came running down the stairs, their youthful energy propelling them forward. The brunette, always cautious, warned, "Be careful, watch your step!" as they hurriedly descended.

At the foot of the stairs, the redhead stood as the self-appointed guardian. "Don't fall," she reminded them, her voice filled with both concern and authority.

Dale, eagerly opened the pizza box, unleashing the mouthwatering aroma that filled the air.

Hungry eyes lit up, anticipating a delicious meal. Sensing the commotion, Toni, the ever-supportive mother, swiftly grabbed a stack of plates and set them on the table.

"Thanks momma," the eldest said appreciatively, "You're the best."

"You're welcome, Nightdale," Toni replied with a warm smile, basking in her child's gratitude. As the twins bounced with excitement, they eagerly settled at the table, their wide eyes fixed on Dale as he prepared to serve their eagerly awaited dinner.

Until the brunette said, "Did you guys wash your hands?" all the kids looked at their mom.

"Imma take that as a no," the brunette said, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. with a stern expression. "Go wash your hands right now," she commanded. The kids quickly scurried off to the bathroom.

The redhead whispered to the brunette, "Why are you always so strict with the kids?" 

The brunette sighed, "I just want them to develop good habits, like hygiene." 

The redhead rolled her eyes, "They're just kids, let them have some fun." 

The brunette uncrossed her arms, "I know, but I'm their mother, it's my responsibility to ensure their well-being." 

The redhead nodded reluctantly, realizing the importance of her wife's point. Meanwhile, the twins and Dale returned to the table, their hands now clean and dry. Dale smiled and handed them their pizza slices.  As the family enjoyed their meal together, the redhead and the brunette exchanged understanding glances. They both knew that parenting was about finding a balance between discipline and freedom, and they were determined to raise their kids with a mix of love, laughter, and life lessons.

As the kids were enjoying their dinner Cheryl pulled her wife into the hall to talk about grace.

"Hm," Toni said, leaning closer to Cheryl.

"Grace has been cursing at school," Cheryl confessed in a hushed tone.

Toni's eyes widened in shock. "What?"

Cheryl sighed, running a hand through her wife's hair. "I have no idea, but we need to address this. Grace is only seven, and this behavior is completely out of character for her."

Toni nodded, her mind racing with worry for their daughter. "We have to sit down and talk to her, find out what's going on.

Cheryl nodded in agreement. "I just hope we can help her before things escalate even further."

Toni suggested, her mind racing with worry for their daughter. Cheryl nodded in agreement, sharing the same concern. They hoped to understand the root cause before things escalated any further.

However, Cheryl had an additional piece of information to share. She reached into her pocket, retrieving a crumpled piece of paper that Grace had drawn in class. Handing it to Toni, she watched as confusion crossed her wife's face.

"What's this?" Toni asked, puzzled.

"It's Grace's drawing. Take a look," Cheryl explained softly.

Toni examined the paper and was taken aback to see a depiction of themselves. But there was another figure, a man, standing between them.

"Is this us?" Toni asked, seeking clarification.