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Lilac: So other than adoption, there’s nothing we can do?

Ash: Well, you and Ms. Rosemary are both perfectly capable of the procedure. You two could have children if you so desired.

Cumulus: What? No, this can’t be.

Ash: Well, it is. But it’s a medically anomaly. Your cells are different than normal. You seem to only have genetic information from one parent: your mother. I’ve never seen this before, so I cannot say if that is the reason. 

Four Months Later…

Cumulus: So, the results are back! Are we able to do it, Dr. Frost?

Ash: Sorry ladies, but I have some bad news. Cumulus, you can’t have children.

( Ash made by the wonderful @tainoodles )

Cumulus: Sounds like you already planned for this.

Lilac: Well, considering you cry at every picture of a baby you see, I figured one of us would be asking at some point.

Cumulus: I do not cry when I see babies.

Rosemary: You do too.

Cumulus: Really? So we’d be able to have a baby with all three of us as parents?

Lilac: Or even just make it possible for two of us to have a baby, if one of us doesn’t want to.

Rosemary: Well we should set up an appointment!

Lilac: Yeah, I’ve been told that their office is always really busy. We might have to wait a couple months, and then wait a little longer to have test results come back.

Cumulus: (I want a baby.)

Cumulus: (Motherly. Huh. I wonder what it would be like to have a baby around. It would be so amazing.)

Lilac: I gotta get ready for work, but thank you again. Pansy said it was very motherly of you to do that. I think you would like to know that.

Lilac: Hey Cumulus, I wanted to thank you for talking with Pansy. It really changed her. It may take some time, but still.

Cumulus: Your welcome! I’ve heard she might be staying for a bit?

Lilac: You heard correct. Wow, that painting is amazing!

Cumulus: I know! It’s my first masterpiece! The money I earn from selling it can go towards a bed the three of us can share!

Lilac: Heh, it sure can.

Pansy: … so I hope you can forgive me, Rosemary.

Rosemary: Of course. I’ve met way worse people in my time. Just don’t insult my style or music career.

Pansy: Yes. And… you can call me Pan. It’s cute.

Rosemary: Really?

Pansy: It’s the least I can do.