No Vote at all is a Vote for Fascism

suddenly, zoey feels conflicted about baby packs. she obviously needs one for two babies, but she knows those are less practical for when they get bigger, and she was hoping to be able to get bigger ones for when their daughters get older and she feels wrong at the idea of leaving one out and at having to chose who gets to be in front and which two would be relegated to the back or who would be relegated to the back while the other two were in front-

and it all makes her spiral so much that one day rumi and mira find her actually sobbing over the baby carriers she bought.

they’re stricken at the sight of their wife so distraught, and ask her what’s wrong. she explains what’s worrying her so much, and her wives are, of course, immediately understanding. they know that zoey is desperate to never make their girls ever feel left out.

they comfort her and, for the night, just decide to go with a triplet baby stroller.

but mira wants her wife to be able to experience this thing she was dreaming about so much. so she thinks long and hard for a solution to zoey’s dilemma. weight isn’t an issue, she knows, because zoey is stupid strong.

she ends up designing a large three baby carrier that zoey can wear on the front, and is stretchy enough that the triplets can still be in it as they get bigger. it doesn’t allow for zoey to do the baby reveal trick, but it allows zoey to be able to carry all three of their babies at once and kiss their heads in a row.

zoey jumps up to kiss mira when she sees it for the first time, before taking it for a test ride around the living room with their daughters.

both rumi and mira find the sight so adorable that they take a photo of the four of them, and frame it.

five years later, zoey runs into another baby carrier dilemma after the birth of their son taeyong.

she tries pulling out one of the single ones she got some use out of, but there’s an issue: taeyong is too small for them. sure, he’ll grown into them, but zoey is devastated that she can’t have the same experience with her son that she had with her daughters.

mira to the rescue again. she designs another carrier made for babies as small as taeyong, and made to stretch as he gets bigger.

again, zoey thanks her profusely, and the photo of him cradled against her chest in the carrier gets framed.

six years after that, the last baby carrier issue comes. it’s not a baby size issue, or a matter of space, or anything like that.

miyeong hates them. all of them. every single one. and they don’t really know why at first.

they’ll carry her around normally and she’ll be fine, but the second she’s in the carrier she’ll immediately start crying.

mira tries desperately to find any design miyeong will like. she knows how important this is to zoey, and she wants her daughter to be comfortable so badly, but she’s finding it hard to balance the two.

she’s even tried cutting out a section of her shirt so that miyeong has immediate access to skin to skin contact when she’s in the carrier, but no dice. miyeong still cries.

she eventually concedes and goes to zoey, disappointed in herself. “i failed,” she says, hanging her head. “i couldn’t give you this. i’m so sorry.”

zoey is shocked. “failed? oh baby! you’re okay! listen, our daughter is just particular! that’s not your fault, and its not hers either!”

mira snorts. “no. i guess it’s rumi’s.”

zoey bats gently at her arm, but laughs nonetheless. “be nice. she did just go through hell pushing that very particular baby out for us.“

mira nods. “you’re right, that’s true. but she is a diva.”

zoey laughs again, and it gets the attention of miyeong, who’s laying in a bassinet nearby. she squirms and whines, reaching out her arms so she’ll be picked up.

zoey complies. almost instantly, miyeong calms. “well, mimitoo, it looks like we may have figured out your favorite baby carrier.” she snuggles her close. “your mommy’s arms!”