dudewentplop

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The paper felt like it was being thrusted in her face wherever she looked. Even her own mother sent her a copy (via text) about it. Really, thanks mom. Like she hasn't seen it enough already.

But, why do people have to come to such crazy conclusions. Just because two famous people were spotted out or at the same place, doesn't mean anything. It could be a friendly date, or a simple coincidence. But no, people loved to jump to something crazy that causes others to continue.

Though, seeing the look on Zahara's face broke her heart, she assured her daughter that nothing was happening, and urged her daughter to talk to mom to make sure.

And thankfully, Zahara and Angie talked, because Y/n knew it was just gonna continue with stupid accusations. Like now. The vendor waving the fake news magazine with her and her wife's picture on front page, announcing a divorce with Angie wanting sole custody of the kids and $215 million dollars. First, Y/n didn't even have that much money, and second, no! There was no second! "Stupid gossip magazines..." Y/n grumbled under her breath, heaving a sigh.

She walked back towards where her wife and daughter sat, smiling when they smiled at her. "Mint Choco chip for you, strawberry for my beautiful wife, and-"

"-vanilla-" the three ladies giggle.

"Momma? Mom?" Y/n gives a hum, looking over at her daughter. "Are you two really okay? You, you'd tell us, right? If you weren't?" Angie and Y/n look at each other, then at Zahara.

"Sweetheart, never believe anything those magazines say, they are filled with nothing but lies. You're mom and I love each other, very much. But, if anything, anything were to happen and we divorce or do something stupid, we'd tell you guys. We promise. I promise." The older woman places a kiss on her daughter's forehead.

"And if anyone says anything, tell them to fuck off-"

"Y/n!" Angie yells, causing Zahara to giggle.

"What? I do, why can't she?"

"Because I don't want out daughter to start cussing yet." Y/n merely rolls her eyes, but looks at Zahara.

"Me and your momma love each other, promise baby girl." The teen gives a nod, leaning against her momma as she keeps eating her ice cream, thinking of what to say to the asshole who thinks he has a shot with her mom.