You sighed as you walked into the living room. You have just finished cleaning your whole house and you were proud. (Not to mention, tired and hungry) You sat on your green sofa and picked up a book you had recently bought. It was a very interesting book with serial killers and more.
The mahogany door slammed open, jerking you out of your fantasies. You looked over to see your two sons walk into the house. Feliciano, the youngest, was humming as he walked over to you. Lovino, the oldest, was scowling at the floor.
"Hello, boys. How was school? " You asked. Lovino grunted and walked upstairs to his room. Feliciano walked up to you and pecked your cheeks in greeting.
"School was fun! We painted and sang songs!" He trilled. You smiled. He was just so cute.
"That´s good, cariño. So are you hungry?" You asked but you already knew the answer.
"Si! I´m very hungry." he responded. You put your book down, stood up, and walked to the kitchen. Feli followed you and took a seat at the table. You began to prepare the pasta for him and his brother.
"Mamma?" Feli asked. You turned your head slightly.
"Yes?" You responded. He began to show signs of discomfort.
"How are babies made? Francis said that a mamma and a papa do something to make babies." he said. Your face instantly turned red at this. You were not ready to answer this.
"N-no! A stork brings the babies to all moms and dads. Francis is just being silly." You said and turned back to the pasta in front of you.
"Oh okay! Also... what´s yaoi? Kiku said..." You couldn´t hear the rest of what he said because the only thing you were thinking was: WHY ME.