Mon and Sam were introduced to each other by their mutual friends Yuki and Tee, who thought that they would make the perfect match. However, their first date was a complete disaster, and both of them felt that they had nothing in common. Despite the...
Hello, dear readers. I hope you are all doing well. Unfortunately, I have to share that this may be the end of my writing journey for now. Life has become quite busy for me, and I don't want to post every other month. However, this decision is not final; there's still a possibility that I may continue writing. I do have an extra chapter to post, and by the time that is shared, I will provide you with a final answer regarding my writing plans. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy your reading!
Also, this chapter was long, so excuse any errors that I might have missed. 😅
Zoe now:
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Two years later
Zoe: MonMon?
Mon: Yes, honey?
She turned around to face Zoe, who was sitting at the counter eating her pm snack.
Zoe was now five years old—a very smart and sweet little girl. At school, she had only a few friends, and her teacher described her as the quiet one, more reserved and observant. Sam and Mon were initially worried, as they were navigating parenthood for the first time; any little comment would make them question many things, and they wanted to support Zoe with any struggles she might face. They truly wished they could give their girl the world. However, the teacher assured them that everything was fine. Zoe never showed any signs that the traumatic events from her early life had affected her, at least not yet. She was loved by everyone who knew her, and Mon and Sam always made sure she felt loved, seen, and understood at all times.
Zoe: When will ChamCham be home?
Although Zoe considered Mon and Sam to be her moms, she never called them "moms." Instead, she referred to them by the nicknames she gave them. Neither woman pressured Zoe to use the term "mom." Instead, they told her the entire truth when she was old enough to understand. Zoe knows that they are not her biological parents, but she still considers them her parents. At school and in other settings, she proudly tells everyone that Mon and Sam are her moms, and that means the world to them.
Mon: She is currently on the plane and should arrive in two more hours. Do you miss her?
Zoe: I miss her a lot.
Mon: I know. Me too, Zozo.
Mon smiled to herself as she turned back to the cutting board. Today, she was preparing one of Sam's favorite dishes—a simple yet refreshing cucumber salad, which she hoped would bring a little joy to their reunion. Earlier that morning, she and Zoe had spent the better part of the day in the kitchen baking a carrot cake. They had decorated it with a swirl of cream cheese frosting, a surprise for Sam's return from her week-long business trip.
This was the longest Sam had ever been away from them, and Mon could feel the weight of that absence pressing down on her. Their family was usually a trio, embarking on adventures together, but this time Sam had to travel alone for a project of her hotels. Sam had always managed to keep her work trips to a maximum of two days, but the importance of this endeavor had led them to an unavoidable change in plans.
