Five years ago your four boyfriends left. No word, no goodbye, just gone. You didn’t know why, you didn’t understand. So you showed up at one of their mother’s door. You tell her you’re pregnant, that it’s their’s. She hands you a check. You falter. That’s when you realise you don’t need their pathetic attention.
Hurt/ComfortAngst with a Happy EndingGetting TogetherPiningPolyamoryMisunderstandingsSecond ChancesParent-Child Relationship
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@nessa_xoThe evening was quiet at the Zabini estate, save for the clinking of glasses and the low murmur of conversation. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light across the drawing room, where four young men and their mothers had gathered after a long-overdue dinner.
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