It's Destiny

Chapter 1: Discoveries

No one's POV:

"I just... I..I...I can't stand you!" Natsuki screamed and Yuri recoiled as if slapped before her expression hardened.
"Fine then perhaps it would benefit you if we broke up." Yuri snapped.
"Maybe it would." Natsuki retorted without thinking. Yuri's eyes filled with tears.
"we're just too different." Yuri spat before she turned climbing into her car. Natsuki felt tears prickling her eyes, as she watched the love of her life drive out of her life forever, taking her heart with her. The black velvet little box fell from her hand. She had screwed everything up.

15 years later...

Ugh why was this happening to her, this was the longest bus ride of her life... She contemplated wondering if sending her two eight year old little brothers off on their own bus was such a good idea. However what other choice did the thirteen year old have? They had to cover more ground if they were ever going to pull this off. Sure their moms were gonna flip but it was destiny. Yuri and Natsuki would never see them coming.

Nine hours earlier...

   "Naomi Lila, your mama and I won't say it again. Come do your chores now!" An inpatient and worn Monika ordered as she leaned against the wall at the end of the stairs. Her eldest child was really pushing it today.  The years had been kind to the duo. Where depression and uncertainty once was happiness and contentment shined through.

They had four beautiful children. Naomi Lila who was thirteen. Monika had carried her. She had Sandy blonde hair and green eyes. She certainly had Monika's stubborn genes and somehow Sayori's persistence.

     Sayori carried the twins. Little Benjiro (Benny ) Hindly and Denji (Denny) Blaine both who had light brown hair and Sayori's pure blue eyes with the most adorable freckles. Both were super sweet and pure hearted. Though Denny was more athletic and Benny was more of a bookworm. They were eight years old and full of nonstop energy.

After Sayori said it was super duper unfair that she delivered two babies for the price of one and that Monika only delivered one. So they underwent a scientific research project where they inserted DNA from both mothers into an egg which was placed into Monika along with sperm from the same donor as their other children.

Which it how they got their youngest, the baby. Their four year old miracle. Rosalinda May she had her Mama's salmon color hair and her mother's bright green eyes. She could be outspoken like her mom and optimistic like her mama, but oh boy did she have a temper. She was for sure a little diva.

  Monika smiled feeling arms snake around her waist as a kiss was planted on her neck.
   "What are you thinking about Mon?" Sayori whispered softly and Monika grinned pleasurably.
   "How wonderful you are and how incredibly lucky I am to have you." She whispered turning in her Love's arms as she kissed her on the lips.

   "MAMA MAMA MAMA!!!" Denny screamed running from upstairs followed by their oldest.
   "You're dead meat small fry!" Naomi screamed barreling down the stairs after him. Sayori winced pulling from her wife's arms.
   "You two stop that, be careful you'll fall." She exclaimed frantically and Monika caught their oldest around the waist mid-jump, as Denny screamed hopping down the stairs clinging to his Mama's waist as he sobbed.
   "Mama she's gonna kill me! She's gonna kill me!" Denny sobbed louder and louder.
   "Naomi Lila you have chores to do, ones that don't involve you killing your brother. " Sayori chided in her usual soft suggestive tone. Monika however was far more stern and the scarier of the her two mothers.

   "Don't even think about arguing about it little girl. In fact you can do your regular chores and organise the bookshelf upstairs in the hallway." She sternly emphasized and Naomi pouted.
  "But that's not fair, what about Denny?!" She snapped earning a scathing look from her brunette mother. Denny whimpered burrying his face in his Mama's leg.
  
    "Naomi your brother isn't your concern now March!" She teased and pouting Naomi went to do her chores begrudgingly.