Anonymous Mon 16 Sep 2024 00:07:55 No.69188442 Report

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>"Greene? Amber? Are you two ready?" I shout upstairs "Your prom dates are going to be here soon!"
>I smile a bit, reminiscing on my own prom with the world's best dweeb, high school me never would have expected that I'd be hosting my own children's prom dates, but... Life can be strange sometimes.
>Especially since I've somehow found myself waiting for a Persimmon Parasaur girl who happens to be dating my pterosaur son.
>Oh, and of course she's my brother's ex's kid.
>I'm pretty sure old me would try to stab current me if I told her/them "Oh yeah, in a couple decades you're gonna be regularly hosting Naomi's kid at your house"
>Ah, but old fang was an idiot, too hung up on teenager crap to see the bigger picture.
>I hear the doorbell ring and head over to answer it, seeing melissa dressed in an outfit that I'm vaguely familiar with from Anon's Japanese Animes. Can't remember the name though.
>Least it's more modest than her mother's prom dress. And she's PROBABLY wearing panties.
>I welcome her in, complimenting her on her outfit. I also notice that my husband is doing the best impression of my dad that he can, even though it's just Melissa.
>Though.... I'm not sure if Amber is ACTUALLY going with that Jack character. I swear I can't tell if she hates that kid or loves him.
>Amber is the first to get ready, wearing a rather nice, albeit short dress that she picked design out for herself... And also her same spats and gym shoes.
>Ah well, It's her outfit. I can't judge given that I almost went in a suit...
>She chats with Melissa and her father, and I feel a sense of relief when I find out that she is in fact going alone.
>And then Greene comes down. I don't know how Judee manages to find the time to keep making clothes for my kids, or how she managed to recreate a military uniform from almost a century ago for my son but...
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Anonymous Mon 16 Sep 2024 00:08:55 No.69188469 Report

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>Dammit, he's happy, his girlfriend is happy, and I need to remember to send Judee something as a thank you gift. Maybe that fancy black Licorice she loves.
>Melissa and Greene move to each other, and they start to give each other “That look”. The one I’ve been told Anon and I give each other all the time.
>I see Anon pull Greene aside and slip something into his pocket. Ah, young love.
>I briefly consider giving Mel one too, just in case, but the little prank I pulled last time when I gave her an XL… Well, Let’s say it’s something you can only do once.
>”Alright you three. Let me get some pictures, and then you can take your limo!”
>The Limo was Anon’s idea. And frankly, it was a good one. No one wants to be driven to prom by their mom, even if their mom is obligated to be there since she’s their principal and has to chaperone the dance.
>I snap away, doing my best impression of my own mother all those years ago.
>Though whenever I take a picture of Greene and Melissa… I swear I can hear my mom.
>It’s subtle at first, but it slowly grows louder and clearer.
>And by the tenth or so picture of the pair, I can hear it loud and clear
>”Grandbabies”
>Every time the two share a loving glance?
>”Grandbabies.”
>Greene offers his hand to Melissa to escort her out?
>”Grandbabies!”
>Him opening the door to the limo for her?
>”Grandbabies!!”
>The pair scooching up to sit next to each other as the limo drives off?
>”GRANDBABIES!”
>I’m only snapped out of my stupor by Anon pulling me into a kiss and cheesily saying we haven’t gotten any prom pictures of ourselves.
>That dweeb…
>A small photoshoot between him in his work clothes and myself dressed in my work dress that doesn’t show many of my tattoos and I’m in my car, heading off to Volcano High.
>Though not before sending a single text to my mom. My favorite image of my son and future daughter-in-law with a simple message.
>”I understand.”