“Why were you and momma cryin’?” Ellie asked as Max helped her get dressed, green hair still a little damp as she slid her legs into the new jeans Max and Chloe had helped her pick out.
“Aww, sweetie, we weren’t sad. Your mommies are just happy because we make a wonderful family, y’know?” Max said, picking out a pair of blue Chuck Taylors for Ellie to wear, “Momma and Mommy weren’t always so lucky, so we’ve learned to count every blessing. Especially on Christmases, yeah?”
“Ye. I’m lucky to have my mommies, too,” Ellie said as she Max helped her into the small flannel shirt, black and green, “Do I need to cry, too?”
“Naw. You just be happy and giggle, ya goof,” Max replied, ruffling her daughters hair, toothy grins on them both.
“Ready, babe?” Max heard Chloe ask as she poked her head into the doorway. Classic beanie and leather jacket, Chloe was sporting a button-down shirt and ripped jeans with her boots.
“Yeah, just get her jacket and mine and we should be all set. The presents already in the car?” Max replied, getting up, “She’s really gotten into dressing like Ellie from that game you played.
“Damn Clickers!” Ellie cried out, getting a chuckle from Chloe.
“Please, please, do not say that at grandma’s house, pipsqueak,” Chloe said before heading into the hallway and shortly returning with a peacoat for Max and a hoodie for Ellie, “Momma will get in hella trouble, m’kay? No ‘Damn Clickers” at grandma’s.”
“Okay,” Ellie replied as she pulled on the hoodie, “No hewwa trouble for Momma. Would Mommy get in trouble, too?”
“…Probably,” Max said with a slight grimace, “Grandma doesn’t like bad words.”
“I said a bad word!” Ellie said, hands to her mouth.
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