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There was nothing worse than waking up with a hangover, however, all hangovers had a cure. There were some things that helped.
For a start, that familiar glow of the sun through the window, although, it was hitting a little hard for the morning time. The next was the bed that she had crawled into the night before, so soft that she could be mistaken for floating amongst the clouds.
Then, of course, the wonderful smell of Blake's lavender and fuchsia oils that scented the bed. The only thing that didn’t smell like that was her own pillow, that had the distinct smell of her sandalwood cologne that had been stuck there after too many nights of passing out straight after her shower.
Sighing, Yang lazily threw an arm out to draw her wife in for some cuddling- aaaaaaaand she’s not there.
”Looking for me?” Blake said from behind her, suddenly stroking her hair.
Yang might not have shown anything in that moment but she swore her soul left her body because she had no idea Blake was even still in the room…to be fair, she hadn’t even opened her eyes yet so she really couldn’t complain.
“I was,” Yang said, smiling. “Why don’t you come back to bed for a bit?”
”No, I’m too awake now. I’ve already been up, went for a jog, made breakfast, did all of our laundry…” Blake counted off each of her accomplishments with her fingers, tapping each one off of Yang’s shoulder. Although, she was just wondering how long she had been awake for having done all of that. “Did you sleep good?”
Yang hummed. “Yeah, I’ll need to get up soon though.”
”Actually, you had to get up seven hours ago.”
…what?
Yang shot up and reached for her scroll, only for it not to be where she left it. With a rigidly neutral expression, Blake held up her scroll in her other hand.
”You slept past all of your alarms which woke me up instead of you.”
“I’m sorry-“
“You’re six hours late for work,” Blake continued. “And it’s one o’ clock in the afternoon.”
Yang blinked in astonishment. There were very few times in her life where she saw Blake talking this calmly, and aside from their wedding day every other occasion had been when she exceeded to a new level of rage. If her soul had left her body before then she had no doubt it would not be returning until at least dinner time tomorrow.
“You’re not impressed-“
”I’m not impressed,” Blake agreed. “Because, to top all of it off, you left out the part where you were supposed to tell me that Coco was asleep on the sofa.”
”To be fair this is also my house.”
She had no clue why she said that because the rage was now visible on Blake’s face in the form of each minuscule muscle scrunching up into the amalgamation that was the ‘Belladonna Boiling Point’.
”That’s right Yang, but, this house also has your wife and your three kids that live here. So a little notice would be nice,” she seethed as she pressed an accusatory finger into the blondes shoulder.
In all fairness, she was right. Blake didn’t like not knowing who was in her house, as any sane person would, so it was shitty of Yang not to give her a heads up.
”I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you,” Yang says as she sits up, gently rubbing Blake’s knee. “I’ll head up to the store and put a sign up then I’ll come back and I’ll do anything you need me to-“
”Can you not just be an asshole so I can be mad at you, you make it so hard,” she wined, cupping Yangs face between her hand and groaning. “I’m sorry for being mad at you.”
The blonde rolled her eyes. “It’s okay, you can still hold a grudge until we go to bed later.”
”I was planning to,” Blake laughed. “But you don’t need to drive up to the store either I’ve already been. You have no appointments for today anyway so you’re safe.”
That was a sigh of relief because she had not checked her diary in much longer than any responsible business owner should, even if it was just a local garage. Her greatest success here was that her wife couldn’t stay mad at her for more than five minutes of conversation.
Yang sat up and tossed the covers off of herself, reaching for her prosthetic and attaching it being her first priority. Her head was pounding now but that issue was well in the rear view, one complaint and Blake would have her head.
The plan for ‘cure number one: staying in bed’ had been foiled.
“I’m gonna get dressed and then I’ll head downstairs,” Yang stated as she sauntered over to their wardrobe, picking out a t-shirt and cargo shorts instinctively. She was turning into her dad…it was a nightmare. “Is anyone else over?”
“Velvet’s over and Coco is still here.”
“V’s over?”
”Yeah, we went for a jog this morning whilst you were asleep,” Blake explained. “We also had breakfast with the kids so you’ve missed your chance for me to make you food.”
Yang scowled into the wardrobe. The breakfast thing was actually the worst thing she had said to her since she woke up today.
“Are the kids still home?” Yang asked.
”Yes?”
”Which ones?”
”Kade and Kyna, why?”
”Kyna!” Yang yelled, her head reeling back and a large smile on her face.
“What are you doing?”
Kyna appeared at the door less then a moment later, the fading of her pink hair dye more evident in the light that was mostly absent in her bedroom at any given moment.
“Kyna, can you go downstairs and make me some toast please-“
”No, Kyna, just go back to what you were doing.” Blake swung her arm out and pointed at Yang. If she was angry before, she was really pissed now. “Yang Belladonna, don’t be so fucking lazy and go make it yourself.”
Their daughter pointed towards Blake. “I’m gonna listen to mom before she gets more mad.”
She left swiftly.
Blake shook her head when they locked eyes, her ears pointed back atop her head and her face scrunched up in her signature pissed expression.
“You cease to amaze me.”
Yang shrugged. “It was worth a shot, I’ll just get Kade to do it.”
”Keep it up and you’re sleeping in your garage and I’m not joking.”
”You said my name?” Kade said, appearing at the doorway to their bedroom, his face glued to his scroll as he texted. “What’s up?”
”Nothing, sweetheart, your mom’s just hungover and taking the piss out of us,” Blake said, pursing her lips once she was finished. “What are you doing?”
”Texting Kam about how you’re not dressed like a cigarette mom today,” Kade said, smirking.
Blake and Yang shared a look of confusion. However neither had the balls to inquire further out of fear that it would be something beyond insulting as it had tended to be from past experience.
Downstairs didn’t do much to help her hangover either. Because now Yang was forced to eat oatmeal (yes, oatmeal with a hangover) and listen to Coco and Velvet bicker in her kitchen.
She wanted to lean over and ask Blake when they were leaving but she thought she had tested their patience enough today.
“Crazy that you guys have been married for almost twenty years,” Velvet said dreamily, watching as Yang planted a kiss on Blake’s cheek before going about her business. “Wish that was me.”
”I hear that’s a problem you could solve, Coco,” Yang chuckled as she scrubbed her bowl clean. “Being married with kids is actually a lot of fun.”
Coco hummed. “Why would I want either of those things, I’m all about freedom.”
”Explains why we’ve been engaged for six years,” Velvet quipped, flashing an evil smile at the end of her sentence. “Just say you’re terrified of commitment.”
”I’m not! We’ve been together for thirteen years!”
”And it took you seven years to buy me an engagement ring.”
“In all honesty, I don’t think it matters whether or not you’re married, it’s more of a formality and an excuse to party,” Blake said, shrugging her shoulders.
”Our wedding was nice,” Yang mumbled into her coffee.
“Oh no, our wedding was beautiful, it was one of the best days of my life,” she held a finger up. “However, I do stand by that not everyone needs to get married and have kids.”
“But there are perks to being married with kids,” Yang said as she waved her mug in the air. “It makes for great conversation starters when you’re struggling to chat about anything.”
”And brilliant conversation enders when women realise you’re married with three kids.” Blake smiled politely. “Actually, not every woman is like that.”
”Yeah there’s home wreckers out there,” Yang said, lifting her mug to her mouth as she added. “Adel’s one of them.”
Blake turned her head away and covered her mouth with her hand, quickly absconding from the conversation as she swiftly moved over to the laundry basket, moving it into their living room. Coco remained flabbergasted, her sunglasses half fallen from her face and a flustered Velvet in disarray beside her.
Yang shrugged. “What? It’s true-“
”You don’t have to put it so bluntly!” Coco cried. “Besides, that’s when I was in my twenties.”
”And now you’re a tender forty-five,” Velvet says as she gets up to follow Blake, giggling as her ears bounce with each step.
”Tender?” Coco questioned, both she and Yang sharing puzzled glances. “‘The fuck does that mean?”
Velvet popped her head through the doorway. ”I was making a joke but you’re also very sensitive about your age.”
Instead of sitting in awe this time, Coco stood up and…just kind of, y’know, stood in awe. Yang couldn’t quite describe what she was witnessing but it was the height of stupidity and that wasn’t counting the sunglasses that now sat on Coco’s head.
The brunette eventually gave up on her starstruck attitude and moved to slide open the door to the backyard. Picking out her box of cigarettes from her pocket as she went outside. Yang was grateful for the moment of silence, although, it was intruded by the impulsive thought of how cool she would look as a smoker. She knew smoking wasn’t a hangover cure, Blake couldn’t touch a cigarette the next day after drinking.
But she was on a fifteen-year long roll of proving to Blake that all she needed to cool off was sitting in the yard for a few minutes instead of Blake’s method of lighting up a cigarette at the first sign of stress. She was truly the ‘cigarette mom’ as Kade had been referring to her as. She had no clue what that meant but she was going to ask about it because it didn’t involve her this time.
Yang sighed blissfully as she allowed her headache to sink in, the pain subsiding into something much more pleasant now that the painkillers and coffee were kicking in. She turned to empty out what was left in her mug, quickly washing and opening the cupboard to put away her mug. She almost dropped it from the fright she got when pink hair fell from behind the door.
”Hi mom.”
With a hand on her chest, Yang readjusted herself. “Kyna, why are you in there?”
”Research.”
”Research?”
”Yeah I’m checking your plumbing because mom said you did some of the pipes yourself,” Kyna said, shining her tiny torch at Yang. “They’re not bad.”
”Thank you?” Yang quickly realised she was talking to her thirteen-year-old daughter who was…inspecting their plumbing. “Wait, no, get out of there.”
Kyna wriggled out of the cupboard, attempting to grip onto the edge and backflip her way down. But Yang had seen how this ended before with Kamari and instead opted to just lift her down. There was no way she was dealing with another broken ankle and the complaints that ‘my aura isn’t working’.
A complaint she got more often than not, which she hated. No one knows what aura is, it’s dumb, it heals you occasionally when it decides to work. You’re in the god's hands with that goddamn thing…or Jaune’s, he’s a great medic. Sometimes she just invites him over so he can boost her aura and she can heal some really annoying wounds.
“So is that what you guys do all day? Just sit around talking about how you cheat on your wives?” Kyna asked bluntly.
”What? No- and I have never cheated on your mom.”
”It would make sense if you did.”
Yang sighed. “How..?” She regretted asking already.
”It would explain your mediocre plumbing-“
”I hate that you enjoy just popping up in places to insult the whole family,” Yang said dryly.
She loved all of her kids more than anything but by the love of god did she resent Kyna’s intelligence semblance every now and then. The kid was smarter than everyone in the family and is at that age where she thinks it gives her the right to look down on everyone else. Truly, her most difficult child…no that was a lie. None of them were difficult. Just much smarter and more talented than she was so it was hard to keep up.
“Where did Kyna come from?” Blake asked as she sauntered back into the kitchen, now changed and into her running gear.
Yang pointed upwards. “The cupboard.”
”Why?”
”I don’t know, today feels like that movie with the fox that steals from the farmers,” Yang explained. “Except less witty and hilarious and more of a pain in my ass.”
Blake chuckled and leaned into her wife, resting her head for a moment as she reached out to pull Kyna in for a hug. Picking and prodding at her pigtails.
“Ignore her, Kyna, she’s in a bad mood because she’s hungover,” Blake explained. “Also what’s a ‘cigarette mom’ because Kade just called me that when I was upstairs?”
”It’s like when you’re a well-known mom with heavy eye makeup, smokes and all the kids have seen you in dressing gown watching the neighbours fight at least once,” Kyna explained. Yang couldn’t help the laugh she let out, she was absolutely ecstatic to hear this news. It truly was Blake.
“I’m sorry, that had made my day,” Yang said through her grin.
“Was that your hangover cure?”
”Yes.”