Freenbecky Family Oneshots

Becky sat at her desk, tapping her foot nervously against the hardwood floor as the minutes on the clock seemed to drag by. She tried focusing on the paperwork in front of her, but her thoughts kept wandering. It was almost lunchtime, and she could barely contain her excitement. Lunch hour couldn’t arrive fast enough.

She had spent most of her week buried in court cases, swamped with files and briefs, barely catching a moment to breathe. But today was different. Today, she was determined to carve out time for her family—her little family that she had been neglecting far too often lately.

Her fingers grazed the corner of a photograph on her desk, one of the three of them: Freen, Faith, and herself, all dressed in matching outfits, smiling as if the world couldn’t touch them. The sight made her chest ache with guilt and longing. Freen had always been understanding of her demanding career, but Becky knew that even understanding had limits. It wasn’t just Freen’s patience she worried about—it was the precious time slipping away with Faith, their baby girl who was growing faster than Becky could keep up.

When the clock finally struck noon, Becky practically jumped to her feet, grabbing her blazer and car keys. She didn’t tell Freen about her plans. She wanted it to be a surprise. Maybe, just maybe, this small gesture would make up for the missed dinners and bedtime routines. She wanted Freen to know that she was thinking of her, that she cared.

On the way, Becky stopped by the florist. The heady scent of fresh roses greeted her as she stepped inside. She selected a bouquet of Freen’s favorites—pale pink tulips mixed with baby’s breath—and smiled as she imagined the look on Freen’s face.

Next, she swung by their favorite Thai takeout place. Freen loved the green curry from here, and Becky made sure to add an extra serving of sticky rice, just the way Freen liked it. By the time she left, her hands were full—flowers in one hand, the takeout bag in the other—but her heart felt even fuller.

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As she pulled up to Freen’s small but thriving company, Becky took a moment to admire the building. Freen had worked so hard to get here, juggling motherhood and entrepreneurship with grace and resilience. Becky’s admiration for her wife grew tenfold as she approached the glass entrance.

Peeking inside, Becky immediately spotted Freen’s office, its transparent walls offering a clear view of what was happening inside. What she saw stopped her in her tracks.

There was Freen, sitting on the floor with Faith in her lap, laughing as she waved a colorful toy in front of their daughter. Faith’s laughter echoed faintly through the glass, a sweet, musical sound that pierced Becky’s heart. Freen’s face was radiant with joy, her soft giggles mingling with Faith’s squeals of delight.

But it wasn’t just the two of them. Mia, the young babysitter Freen had hired to watch Faith while she worked, was sitting close by. Mia was laughing too, her hands reaching out to Faith, who clumsily grabbed at her fingers. They looked so natural together, like a perfect, happy scene straight out of a picture book.

Becky’s grip on the flowers tightened.

That should have been her.

Becky felt a pang of jealousy, sharp and unrelenting, curling in her chest. She trusted Freen implicitly—there was no doubt in her mind about that. Freen had never acted distant or estranged, never given her a single reason to question her loyalty. If there was even the slightest shift in Freen’s behavior, Becky would have noticed. But the trust she had in her wife didn’t make the emotions swirling inside her any less overwhelming. Was it because Freen now had Mia to share these tender moments with Faith that she no longer pressed Becky to make more time for their family? Becky hated the thought, but it gnawed at her nonetheless, filling her with a painful mix of guilt and insecurity. What if Freen had simply stopped expecting more from her?