Lisa and Jisoo step out of the strange room, disoriented and confused. It looked like the house they had just toured, but it was full of furniture. Jisoo's eyes ran over the room. She liked everything in the room, from the bed to the pictures on the wall. Lisa pulled Jisoo close, an arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders. Slowly, she started down the stairs to the kitchen. The once blank walls had pictures all over the place. Neither stopped long enough to get a look at the images in the frames.
Passing a partially closed door, the couple made their way to the kitchen. The door was shining cherry wood. Black tick marks were on the door jamb. Dates were written neatly next to the tick marks, though neither girl took much notice. Whose house was this? And why did the room start spinning? Were they kidnapped and are about to be made wives of some lunatic?
The kitchen was painted a bright cheerful yellow. Eyes widening in shock, Lisa stopped short. Stretching out a hand, she pointed to the picture on the fridge. It was them, Lisa and Jisoo. They looked older, maybe by ten years. Cute laugh lines framed Jisoo's eyes. They stood together with a child in between them. The child in question was a boy, around seven years old. He was absolutely adorable. He had a wide, bright smile and little bunny teeth.
The two walked closer, confusion painting their younger features. "What the-" Jisoo started. As they looked, rapid footsteps came down the hall. The boy in the picture burst through the door and smiled at the two women.
"Mommy, can I have a sandwich?" Lisa and Jisoo stared at the sweet little boy, eyes wide as saucers. When they didn't say anything his smile wavered. Getting closer, he tugged on Jisoo's shirt sleeve. "Mommy, a sandwich?" His sweet tone seemed uncertain. Was his mommy mad at him? Up close, he looked like Jisoo, with Lisa's eyes and nose. Still, Jisoo was silent. Huffing, the boy turned to look at Lisa. "Mama, can you please make me a sandwich?"
With his attention focused on Lisa, Jisoo's breath hitched. Was this her son? Her and Lisa's son? He looked like Jisoo and Lisa somehow. Not entirely possible, but he called them both his moms. The longer the silence stretched out with the unfamiliar boy watching his mothers, the awkwardness thickened enough to cut with a knife.
"Um, what kind of sandwich do you want sweetie," Lisa asked. His face brightened and he jumped up and down.
"Your favorite Mama!" Lisa pulled out some bread, peanut butter, and jelly. She quickly assembled a sandwich. On a whim, she cut off the crust like her mom did for her when she was a kid. She turned and bent to the boy's height and handed him the paper towel wrapped sandwich.
"Here you go."
"Thank you, Mama!" He raised up on tiptoe, making her lean down. He pecked her cheek and ran off to the living room. Lisa touched the spot he kisses and smiled. It was so easy to think of him as her little boy.
"Lisa," Jisoo said. The blonde woman jumped and looked at her. "What the hell is going on? Who is that boy? Why is he calling us his moms?"
"I think he's our son. I mean, it makes no sense, but I can't think of anything else."
"So, we...traveled to the future?"
"I guess. I mean, what else can this be?" Jisoo fell silent for a moment. She moved to look through the kitchen door and watched the little boy watch cartoons. He played with his toys as he munched on his sandwich, big brown eyes innocently shining. She couldn't deny the feeling he felt like hers.
"So...does that mean we have a son somehow," Jisoo asked. Lisa leaned on the other side of the doorjamb and avoided looking at Jisoo.
"I guess so."
"I wonder how...I mean...he looks like both of us." Lisa shrugged and Jisoo glanced over at her. "So, does that mean we date?"
