When the Story Continues (Sequel to When the Script Changes)

The day before Mon had to return to university, she was in detective mode.

Something was off.

She knew her mothers. Knew them so well that she could predict their every move, every look, every emotion.

Which was why it was so frustrating that she had missed this.

Mon stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed, narrowing her eyes at Freen and Becky, who were sitting on the couch, looking way too guilty.

"Okay," Mon said, tilting her head. "Spill it."

Freen and Becky exchanged a glance—one of those annoying, married-couple glances where they silently communicated, like they had developed a secret language over the years.

Becky smirked. "You tell her."

She nudged Freen, who let out a soft breath before looking at Mon with shining eyes.

"Mon..." Freen started. Then she smiled. A small, emotional, overwhelmingly happy smile.
"You're going to be a big sister."

Silence.

Utter.

Complete.

Silence.

Mon's brain took five full seconds to process the words before—

"WHAT?!"

She stumbled back, eyes darting between them. "Wait—wait—wait—you're—pregnant?!"

Freen grinned. "Yep."

Mon let out a choked laugh. "But—how? I mean—I know how, but—when did this happen?! How long have you known?!"

Becky chuckled, wrapping an arm around Freen's waist. "A while now. We wanted to be sure everything was okay before telling you."

Mon blinked.

Then blinked again.

And then—

She squealed, launching herself at them in a bone-crushing hug.

"Oh my god! I'm gonna have a little sibling!"

Freen laughed, rubbing Mon's back. "You are."

Mon pulled away, eyes wide with excitement. "Wait. Do we know if it's a boy or a girl?"

Freen and Becky exchanged another one of those looks before Becky smiled.

"It's a girl," Freen said softly.

Mon beamed. "A little sister?!"

Freen nodded. "Yes, baby. You are getting a little sister."

Mon froze, the news sinking in before she grinned so wide it hurt.

"She's already perfect."

Freen chuckled. "Just like you were."

And just like that—Mon knew that her baby sister was going to be so, so loved.

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Later that night, Mon sat on her bed, still processing everything.

Freen and Becky had been acting so weird the past few weeks.

Freen had been sleeping a lot more. At first, Mon thought it was just winter exhaustion, but now it made sense.

Becky had been fussing over Freen even more than usual—constantly making sure she ate properly, telling her to sit down when she tried to lift something even remotely heavy.

And then there was the food situation.

Freen had randomly sent Mon out at 10 p.m. one night to buy mango sticky rice, only to change her mind halfway through and ask for something else.

Mon should've known.

She smacked her forehead. "I'm an idiot."

Sam, who was on a video call with her, raised an eyebrow. "What did you do this time?"

"My moms were literally acting so weird for weeks and I didn't even notice!" Mon groaned. "Mom is pregnant. Pregnant. And I didn't catch a single clue!"

Sam smirked. "That's actually impressive. I thought you were good at reading people."

Mon groaned louder. "Shut up."

Sam chuckled. "So, you're getting a little sister?"

Mon's entire expression softened. "Yeah..."

She exhaled, letting it really sink in.

A baby sister.

Someone to protect.
Someone to love.
Someone to annoy endlessly with her affection.

Sam smiled. "You're already thinking of spoiling her, aren't you?"

Mon grinned. "Obviously."

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By the next morning, Mon was in full big-sister mode.

She had already started googling baby names, baby clothes, and baby essentials.

Becky found her in the living room, frantically scribbling notes.

Becky blinked. "Mon... what are you doing?"

Mon looked up, determined. "I made a list. A very thorough list."

Becky leaned over, scanning the notebook. It was color-coded.

"Things the baby needs," Becky read aloud, amused. "Diapers. Clothes. Blankets. A car seat. A crib. A baby monitor. A—wait, Mon, why do you have 'personal bodyguard' on here?"

"That's me, obviously."

Becky laughed.

Then Freen walked in, yawning, wearing one of Becky's sweaters. She looked at Mon's list.

And teared up instantly.

Becky sighed. "Oh no, here come the pregnancy hormones."

Freen sniffled. "It's just—she's so excited. Look at her, Babe! She's so—"

Mon panicked. "MOM, DON'T CRY—"

Freen hugged her anyway. "You're going to be the best big sister ever."

Mon hugged back, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"Of course I will," she whispered. "She's already my favorite person."

Freen laughed. "She's not even born yet!"

Mon grinned. "Doesn't matter."

Because just like that—Mon's heart had already made room for her.