Two Moms
I opened my eyes a full minute before the alarm and fumbled around for my phone.
The second it started ringing I killed it and carefully eased myself out of bed so I wouldn’t wake Eun-a.
“Whew… whew.”
Even the way she slept was cute.
I gave her cheek two soft little kisses and headed for the bathroom off the living room.
Eun-a’s place had a full three bathrooms.
After a quick shower I lightly dabbed on the cosmetics she’d bought me.
Why did I have to put on so many things?
Even this, Eun-a insisted, was the bare minimum… but for someone who used to just slap on a bit of skin lotion it was pure torture.
Maybe it was the stress from my period, though—once I felt my skin getting a little rough I started applying everything without a single complaint.
Still, it was only basic skincare for now.
I hadn’t even learned real makeup.
Honestly, even if I learned it…
I’m pretty enough without any.
Trying with half-assed skills would only backfire.
Naturally perfect things are best left alone.
Unless you’ve got incredible technique, that is.
My borderline arrogant remark left Eun-a looking a little deflated, but she didn’t deny it.
She did, however, pinch both my cheeks hard enough to make them sting.
Sujeong unnie did that to me too…
All because Eun-a opened her mouth in front of her unnie…
My skin was soft, sure, but I never expected it to stretch that far.
Once I’d finished blow-drying my hair I slipped into a cute set of underwear.
It was a size nearly impossible to find in Korea, but once I looked overseas there turned out to be plenty of cute styles alongside the sexy ones.
“Mm! Looks perfect for devouring.”
So pretty.
So hot.
The fit was a little off, but that only made the flesh press out more, which somehow made it even hotter.
After pulling on pants and a shirt I headed to the kitchen and tied on an apron.
It was a gift from unnie to celebrate us dating.
The cat printed right across the chest looked a little distressed… but oh well.
Can’t be helped.
Gotta call it fate.
Still, if it’s a male cat, isn’t that happy?
Sorry if it’s a girl.
Standing at the sink I habitually flipped the coffee maker on first.
Breathing in the gentle coffee aroma I opened the fridge and pulled out ingredients.
Three of us today, so something hearty.
Six eggs, thick bacon, and… where did this sausage even come from?
Looking at how greasy it was, probably German.
I also grabbed bread, tomatoes, the salad I’d already portioned, and finally milk.
“Oh, double yolks.”
When I cracked the eggs into a big bowl every single one had two yolks.
I finished cracking them, poured in a splash of milk, and lightly seasoned with salt and pepper.
While butter melted and heated in two pans I whisked the eggs hard.
Once the pans felt ready I piled on sausage and bacon—way more than necessary.
The savory, salty smell rose and hit my appetite right in the gut.
I dumped the beaten eggs into the other pan.
The sound and smell of eggs cooking made my empty stomach growl.
I gently stirred them with a spatula.
When you make scrambled eggs with a ton of butter they come out so much fluffier and softer.
I divided the scrambled eggs into exact thirds on the plates I’d set out, blotted the cooked sausage and bacon on paper towels, then arranged them on top.
“Morning, Eun-a…”
“I’m Gaeul, though.”
“Morning, Gaeul…”
“If you’re up, take these and set the table.”
“Yes, Chef!”
Sujeong unnie, still rubbing sleepy eyes, suddenly lit up and hurried over to start ferrying plates.
I transferred the pre-portioned salad into little bowls, topped them with sliced tomato, and drizzled dressing.
The second I finished she was already moving the salads.
While I toasted bread one slice at a time, unnie gathered dishes, coffee cups, and the coffee pot.
Why so rushed?
“Unnie, take it slow. You’re gonna spill something.”
“It’s fine~ It’s fine~”
Even though it was just a simple breakfast she looked so happy.
From the person who’d cooked it, that was a pretty nice sight.
When Eun-a and I have kids later, this is probably the kind of scene I’ll get to see all the time.
Imagining that happy future I swapped the toast and spread butter or jam on the finished slices.
Then I handed the next plate to unnie, who was waiting behind me like a dog staring at a rice bowl, and said,
“Here, my daughter! Put this one out too.”
“Yes! Mom!”
“…What are you two doing?”
Apparently woken mid-prep, Eun-a came out to the living room fastening the half-undone buttons of her pajamas.
She looked back and forth between us with a completely bewildered expression.
“You’re up, Dad!”
“…Yeah.”
Eun-a looked a little flustered but played along without breaking the mood.
“Daughter! Calling Mom ‘Dad’!”
“Uh… not Dad but Mom…? Mom?”
“That’s right. Our house has two moms.”
“Wow— two moms!”
“…Stop with the crazy talk already.”
“Yes.”
“Yep.”
At the words of Eun-a—who was somehow both dad and mom—we quickly grabbed plates and sat at the table.
The moment she sat down Eun-a bowed her head to me.
“Thanks again today, sunbae.”
“Nah. Everything was bought on your card anyway.”
“I was the one who went and bought them.”
“Thanks to you too, unnie.”
“Yeah! Thanks for breakfast! It’s been ages since I had a warm morning meal like this!”
“Huh. You don’t cook?”
“For a working adult, cooking in the morning is a luxury.”
Unnie instantly put on the face of a labor-worn office worker and sipped her coffee.
“But lately Eun-a’s been really considerate, so I have more free time and it’s better.”
“Well… I’ve done a lot wrong by unnie…”
“Yeah yeah. Today I got to sleep in till morning, so that was nice.”
We’re human too, so we learned how to hold back.
We kissed a ton right before bed, but we didn’t go as far as sex.
When I puffed my chest out proudly Eun-a pinched the back of my hand.
Unnie snorted a laugh at that and took a bite of bread.
Only then did the rest of us pick up our utensils and start eating.
Eun-a poked at the salad with her fork and said discontentedly,
“Sunbae… chicken tenders…”
“I gave you lots of sausage instead. Just eat it.”
“Yes…”
“So the daughter was Eun-a, not me.”
“I’m a little worried the kids will take after Eun-a later.”
“What, you’re gonna have kids?”
“I’d like to.”
“I… not yet.”
Eun-a answered while just stabbing the poor sausage over and over with her fork.
Unnie nodded big and empathized with her.
“It’s scary enough becoming a parent. You’re still early twenties.”
“Still, I want to have them while I’m healthy.”
“That’s true too…. But for the pregnancy, which side? Gaeul after all?”
“Th…at?”
At those words from someone who didn’t know Eun-a was a futanari, I almost answered weirdly for a second.
Unnie was probably talking under the assumption we’d get a donation from a sperm bank.
Eun-a, mid-sip of coffee, seemed to choke and started coughing while spilling it.
“But is it okay? Last time you went to the hospital because of your period. Even if it’s fine now, won’t there be problems when you get pregnant later?”
“Cough, cough… Well, it’d be nice if I could get pregnant instead of sunbae…”
“Huh? Eun-a, you have some problem too?”
“No… it’s not that…”
Eun-a looked thoroughly flustered.
She wasn’t usually the type to make these mistakes, yet she was digging her own grave.
But at this rate, isn’t unnie just messing with us because she already knows everything…?
“Ahem. The child will definitely be one I carry. I can’t yield this even to Eun-a.”
“U-uh…”
“I see. Haa… pregnancy, kids, marriage…”
“Unnie, aren’t you going to get a boyfriend?”
“Is there a good guy?”
“Um… the ones I know are all my age…”
“I like younger guys.”
“Huk.”
Then who am I supposed to introduce?
As friends they’re fine, but as men I have zero sense…
“It’s half a joke so don’t worry about it.”
“That means it’s half serious, then…”
“Hehehe…”
While we were chatting like this, friendless Eun-a was now just stabbing the poor salad.
“Ahem. Is it okay to play with food?”
“…No.”
“Do I have to feed you everything like last time?”
“…No.”
Last time she’d eaten it while embarrassed somehow.
But now with unnie here that was awkward.
I didn’t mind, but Eun-a looked like she really couldn’t stand that, so she forced herself to start eating the salad.
The face twisted with mild self-loathing was a masterpiece.
“Ooooh… Eun-a’s eating vegetables!”
“Kids grow in leaps when you take your eyes off them for a bit.”
“Eun-a fighting!”
Blushing, Eun-a powered through the salad at high speed on the strength of our cheers and washed it down with coffee.
“Now go wash up. I’ll get your clothes ready.”
“…Okay.”
“You too, unnie.”
“Huk, thanks Mom!”
“Alright.”
I laid out clothes for each of them and quickly finished the dishes.
Unlike me, who used to be a guy, the two of them spent quite a long time in the shower.
With time to spare I lightly vacuumed the living room, and only then did they come out.
“Unnie, off to work now?”
“Yeah. But I said I have an outside appointment so I’ll hang out a bit and go in around afternoon.”
“You can slack off like that?”
“I’m running errands for the Chairwoman’s daughter, so whatever.”
“True.”
“Eun-a, you’re off to school?”
“Yeah. I have something to drop by the professor’s lab for…”
“Eun-a, you might get dragged into being a grad student out of nowhere, you know?”
“……”
Unnie left, and so did Eun-a.
Sitting on the sofa I whiled away the time leisurely, staring up at the ceiling with the TV as radio.
“I’m bored…”
House cleaning had been finished long ago.
Laundry would be done soon too.
Lunch… since I was alone, just boil some ramen roughly.
I thought about gaming but nothing appealed.
Maybe because vacation had started and I’d been doing it so much with Eun-a.
“I’m bored…”
I thought about going shopping but there was nothing I needed.
Or karaoke?
“Hmm… that doesn’t appeal either.”
Maybe just go to school.
It had only been a few hours since I last saw her face, but I already wanted to see Eun-a again.
But.
Just meeting would be a little boring.
I grabbed the condoms I’d specially ordered from overseas a few days ago—ones that actually fit Eun-a’s size—and left the house.