Addiction

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Mya's POV

I got home at around five today, since Harry kept me late and made me watch his practice. He told me it would be "beneficial to his state of mind."

And who was I to stop him from playing a good game, even if it was just practice?

I walked into the kitchen to find my mother making cookies, her messy blonde hair pulled up into a pony tail as she bit her lip.

"Hey Mom," I smiled, setting my bag down at the dining table. She looked up and smiled brightly.

"Hello, my darling," she returned, "how was school?"

"Good," I smiled, "we got a history project."

"Already?"

I nodded, "Harry got mad too."

She laughed and shook her head, "how is he? I haven't seen him in a while."

I nodded, taking a seat at the counter as she made her cookies, "he's good. We're good."

She smiled lovingly at me and looked back at her cookie batter.

"When is Gabbie getting home?" I asked.

"Six," she said, "she gets off of work early today."

I nodded.

Gabbie was my other mother. Her and Jen were each other's wives. They were married and probably the cutest couple I had ever seen in my seventeen years of living.

I didn't think much of it when I was younger because I thought it was the norm. I only found out that it wasn't generally the norm when I grew up, but if anything, it only made me love them even more. They were my living example of what it meant to be one's own person and I looked up to them for it.

If you're also wondering where I came from, since I was raised by Jen and Gabbie, well...I was adopted. I never knew my birth parents since I grew up in a group home my entire life. I was about eight when they adopted me and I've been with them ever since.

Jen - which is short for Jennifer - is 39 now, Gabbie is 40. She and Gabbie adopted me when she was 30 and Gabbie was 31.

I call Jennifer "Mom," and Gabbie, well, Gabbie, because it's what they prefer. They'd rather I call one of them by their name and the other mom instead of saying "mom" for both to avoid confusion. But regardless, I still call Gabbie "mom," and she replies to it happily. 

"Mmk," I hummed, getting off of my stool, "I'll be in my room."

"Doing what?"

I turned around and smirked at her, "drugs obviously."

She gasped, placing a hand on her cheek and faking her shocked emotion, "no way. Can I come?"

I laughed and shook my head, "in all seriousness, Mom, I got to do my homework."

"Fair enough," she shrugged, "I'll make dinner soon and call you down"

"Sounds good!"

~

"It was so fucking cute," Joy squealed as I took notes. I looked at my phone that was on speaker and laughed.

"Well, did he kiss you?"

She let out a sigh, "no. But Jordan said he wanted to go out again."

"That's great!" I smiled, "he's a nice guy."

"He is," she replied, "so great. Anyways, that's all for me. How's your boy?"

I blushed, looking down at my notes, "he's good. They had practice today and made me stay to watch him. He's gotten a lot more fit too. I hadn't noticed until he wore his sleeveless jersey and I saw his arms."