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

Chapter 27: Full Circle-Mon is Home, and Pin's First Word

The day Mon graduated from college, she walked across the stage with her heart pounding, diploma in hand, knowing that she was walking toward the rest of her life.

Toward home.

Toward Sam.

She had done it, and Freen and Becky couldn't have been happier watching her accept her diploma with Pin on Freen's lap. 

Four years of sleepless nights, papers, exams, stress—it was all over.

And now?

Now, she was going back for good.

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Freen and Becky returned home with Pin earlier than Mon and Sam, as they needed to feed and change Pin.

A few hours later, when Mon and Sam pulled up to the house, the front door flew open before Mon could even get out of the car.

Becky was the first to sprint outside, arms flailing as she practically tackled Mon in a hug.

"My baby's back!" Becky squealed, squeezing the life out of her.

"Mama—can't—breathe—" Mon wheezed.

Freen appeared behind Becky, a knowing smirk on her face. "You survived four years of college, but you won't survive your Mama's hugs."

Mon laughed, pulling Freen into the hug as well. "I missed you guys."

Freen kissed the top of Mon's head. "We missed you too, baby."

Then, Freen turned to Sam, raising an eyebrow.

"Did she cause you any trouble?"

Sam smirked, slipping her hand into Mon's. "Only the good kind."

Becky gasped, pointing dramatically. "That was flirting. In my house."

Mon groaned. "Mama—"

Freen grinned. "Let them live, Becky."

Sam chuckled, tightening her grip on Mon's hand. "Thank you."

Becky rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.

"Fine. But only because I like you."

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Living together felt like a dream.

Mon and Sam had found a place nearby, close enough to visit her moms every day, but just far enough to have their own space.

Their days were filled with soft mornings, coffee shared over sleepy smiles, and late-night talks curled up on the couch.

Sam, who had always been reserved, was somehow the biggest softie when it came to their little home.

She would leave notes on the fridge, small reminders like "Wear a jacket, it's cold today" or "I made you breakfast, don't skip it."

Mon, in return, made sure their home was filled with warmth.

With music playing softly in the background. With the smell of fresh flowers on the table. With Sam's favorite snacks always stocked in the kitchen.

They weren't just living together.

They were building a life.

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Pin, was now eleven months old, her big brown eyes constantly scanning the world around her, always soaking in everything.

She had just learned to stand on her own, tiny hands gripping furniture as she took shaky steps with a determined little frown.

Freen and Becky watched her like hawks.

"She's going to start running soon," Freen said one evening as they all sat in the living room.

Becky groaned, dropping her head onto Freen's shoulder. "I'm too old for this."

Mon, who was curled up on the couch with Sam, chuckled. "You said the same thing about me."

Freen smirked. "Yeah, and look how that turned out. You gave me gray hairs."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "You don't have any gray hairs."

Freen's smirk widened. "Exactly. That's how fast I covered them up."

Mon laughed, but her attention was quickly stolen by the tiny bundle of energy standing near the coffee table.

Pin, gripping the edge of the table, was staring intensely at Mon.

Mon tilted her head. "What's up, baby girl?"

Pin's eyes lit up.

And then—

She opened her tiny mouth and said, clear as day—

"Mon."

Silence.

Complete, utter silence.

Mon froze.

Becky dropped her glass of water.

Freen's jaw hit the floor.

Sam, for once, looked completely stunned.

And Pin?

She giggled, as if she hadn't just sent everyone into cardiac arrest.

Mon's hands covered her mouth, her eyes already welling with tears.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "She—she said my name."

Becky sniffled dramatically. "I can't—my heart—I'm so emotional—"

Freen blinked rapidly, her eyes a little too shiny. "That was—wow."

Pin, pleased with herself, clapped her hands.

And suddenly—

Freen and Becky were thrown back in time.

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Flashback

Mon had been just about the same age when she had said her first word.

Becky had been feeding her, sitting cross-legged on the floor, while Freen sat nearby, camera in hand, ready to record every milestone.

And then—out of nowhere—

Mon had reached for Freen and babbled—

"Mama."

Freen had dropped the camera.

Becky had squealed.

Mon had laughed, not knowing what she had just done, only that her moms looked so, so happy.

That moment had been one of the most emotional days of their lives.

And now—

It was happening again.

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Back to the Present

Freen wiped at her eyes, letting out a soft chuckle. "Guess you were always meant to be a big sister."

Mon, still overwhelmed, reached forward and gently took Pin into her arms, holding her close.

"You're my favorite little person ever, you know that?" she whispered.

Pin giggled, resting her tiny head against Mon's shoulder.

Becky leaned into Freen, sighing happily. "We did it again."

Freen kissed the top of Becky's head. "Yeah. And it's still just as beautiful."

Sam watched quietly, then reached out, tangling her fingers with Mon's.

Mon turned to look at her, her heart full to bursting.

And in that moment, she knew—

This was home.

This was family.

And no matter what came next—

She wouldn't trade it for anything.