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"Okay, we're done with shopping, right? Because I can't take sitting on another bench looking at clothes." Y/n looked over at her wife, sending her a pleading look before looking in the rearview mirror, looking at her teenage twin girls.
"Yes momma, we're done." Ally assured. Y/n let out a sigh, smiling as she leaned back against the seat.
"Good, and you two got all you needed? Your mom or I won't be told next week you need different kind of papers or pencils or anything?" She questions as her girls and wife sends her confused looks.
"Different papers? No momma, I don't think we'd need different papers or pencils." Ally agrees with her sister, as Aubrey shakes her head and giggles.
"Okay okay, just making sure darlings. And are those calculators the ones you needed?"
"Sweetheart, quit stressing, please." Amy pleads, sending her wife a smile. Y/n blushes in embarrassment, but nods and mumbles sorry.
"We're gonna be fine momma. It's high school, nothing bad can really happen." Aubrey says, but Y/n knows that's not true.
"Hun, there's a lot that can happen, both bad and good. My high school experience wasn't too good. I just don't want the same for you. And I really really really don't wanna be a grandparent when your 14, 15, 16, 17 or even 18. I rather you two have kids after college, so please, don't make me show you slides of what happens if you have sex early."
"Mom..."
"Momma... please...."
"Don't scare them babe, you need to calm down."
"I am calm, I just don't want grandkids yet. My babies are still babies, and like Perrie Edward's said "babies can't have babies"." Amy chuckles while the twins roll their eyes.
"We're mature momma, please have some faith in us." Y/n chuckles and nods.
"I know Al, and I do have faith. I trust you, I don't trust horny high school boys."
"Can we please not talk about this?" Aubrey pleads, letting her head fall back against the headrest.
"Yes, please. We know what to do already. We aren't normal teens. We read a lot of books, we're good." Ally assures, a small smile appearing on Y/n's lips.
"I know, loves."
"How about lunch?" Amy asks. The twins plead for Denny's and Amy nor Y/n can say no to them, so they agree, leaving the conversation for another time. At least Y/n knows her girls know what's right and wrong and won't have to worry so much about them.
This sucked, I'm sorry. Been having major writer's block lately.
