☆Monét☆

It started with your first table, a group of rowdy college students who complained about every aspect of their meal. They had you running back and forth to the kitchen for the better part of an hour, catering to their every ridiculous demand only to be left with a total of ten cents as your tip. But to add insult to injury, one of them scrawled his phone number across the back of the receipt as if that would somehow make up for it.

Things only seemed to spiral out of control from there.

You forgot to ring in an appetizer and were subsequently berated by a soccer mom with a bad Karen cut and chunky highlights. Then the new host triple sat you while you were refilling the ice bucket in the back, and somewhere in the middle of it all, you ran out of silverware and ended up rolling majority of it on your own.

Every new table that walked through the door seemed to bring with it some kind of mistake: a late greeting, a missed refill, a forgotten ranch. You had honestly lost count of how many times Abby had to re-make something for you but she was still being so incredibly patient throughout it all, which only made you feel worse.

You'd been far too preoccupied to realize just how closely she’d been watching you all night. That she noticed how your smile faltered every time you entered the kitchen, saw the renewed tension in your shoulders whenever you rang in another order, and the way your composure seemed to crack a little more with each new setback you faced.

But the final straw came in the form of your apron.

The stupid thing had been giving you trouble all night, the strings somehow working themselves loose no matter how tightly you managed to tie them. While you’d been able to laugh it off the first few times, after everything else that had gone wrong, the feeling of the fabric slipping down your hips might be enough to break you completely.

You’d just barely rounded the corner with a tray full of dirty dishes when you felt it happen—that familiar slackening at your waist as the knot came loose.

“No, no no…” you whisper, fumbling to try and catch it before it could slide any further over your hips. But the strings slip right through your fingers and your apron lands in a small heap on the floor.

You just stand there for a moment, tears of frustration beginning to blur your vision as you glare down at the pile of fabric pooled at your feet. Your hands start to tremble as your fingers grip tighter onto the edge of the tray and your breath releases in short, quick huffs.

A pair of warm hands reaches out to steady your own as the first traitorous tear slips down your cheek, and the stack of heavy dishes suddenly disappears from your grasp as the tray is carefully lifted away. Before you can even try to argue, to assure that you’re fine—you’re being guided away from the chaos of the expo line and back toward the dish pit.

“Easy, now,” Abby murmurs and the sound of her voice has your head snapping up.

Her eyes are impossibly soft as she meets your gaze and any traces of her usual sarcasm are nowhere to be found. You’d been so frazzled and panicked the entire night that you’d barely looked at her. But now that she’s so close, it’s too hard for you to look away.

Because fuck, she’s gorgeous.

Her dark blonde locks are thrown up in a messy bun, a few strands falling loose to frame her overly flushed cheeks. Sweat dampens the curve of her brow and the collar of her t-shirt from hours of working the grill. The sleeves of it pushed up well past her shoulders, exposing the tatted, freckled skin of her biceps.

On the surface, she looks every bit like the gruff, intimidating line cook that you were warned about weeks ago. But the way she’s looking at you right now speaks of something else entirely. There’s a gentleness in her expression that you’ve never seen before, laced with a kind of genuine concern that makes your throat tighten.

“You okay?” she asks, and a flash of maroon suddenly catches your eye.

It’s then that you finally notice the folded heap of fabric in her hands. Your apron. When she goes to hand it back to you, her thumb lightly brushes the inside of your wrist and somehow, that subtle touch unravels you completely.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” you choke out, attempting to wipe away the fresh onslaught of tears that spill down your cheeks. “God, I feel so fucking stupid right now.”

“Hey,” she says soft but firm, a wrinkle appearing between her brows as she frowns. “You’re overwhelmed, that’s not stupid.”

She sounds so sincere that it makes your chest ache.

“I should be able to handle it though,” you argue with a sniffle, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as your gaze drops to the floor. “But I keep fucking everything up, and this stupid apron just won’t stay tied…”

You completely lose your train of thought when Abby reaches out, placing both hands on your shoulders. The warmth of her palms seeps through the thin cotton of your shirt, her touch instantly grounding you.

“Take a breath for me, yeah?”

You nod, inhaling deeply before releasing a slow, shaky breath. But your hands feel stiff as you start to unfold your apron, your fingers fumbling with the tangled strings as you sling it around your hips.

“Here, I got it.” Abby’s voice is soft as she turns you around, her warm breath tickling the nape of your neck when she exhales.

You’re acutely aware of where her hands rest at curve of your waist, adjusting the apron until it lays flush against your middle and a tingle races down your spine when her palms smooth over the rumbled fabric. You can practically feel the heat radiating from her chest as she takes her time to secure the knot and your breath catches when her knuckles graze the small of your back.

“There,” she says after a beat, giving the knot one final tug. “That’s not going anywhere.”

You quickly turn to thank her, the movement causing your shoulder to graze over the curve of her left breast and your entire body tenses at the contact. A strange combination of mortification and need begins to lick up the curve of your spine as your eyes meet. But Abby makes no move to pull away, in fact she leans in closer as her tongue wets her lower lip. And part of you can't help but wonder if maybe she'll close that remaining distance and kiss you. 

A loud clatter of dishes erupts behind you, immediately breaking the spell and you stumble back a step.

“Sorry,” you blurt. 

“It's okay,” she replies, her voice low but filled with mirth. 

When you dare another glance at her, a rosy flush has begun to bloom across the apples of her cheeks, but the intensity of her gaze hasn't wavered. 

“Hey, Abs?” Manny’s voice suddenly calls from across the kitchen. “If you’re done flirting with the new girl, can you get your ass back on the line? We’re getting smoked back here!”

Abby barely spares him a glance. “Sounds like more of a skill issue, cabrón,” she calls over her shoulder.

A giggle bubbles past your lips before you can stop it and the corner of her mouth curls up into a subtle smirk when Manny flips her the bird. 

“Well, I better get back,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. “You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah, I think so,” you mumble. “Thanks for…you know…” You gesture vaguely toward your apron. 

She grins. “Anytime.”

You watch as she turns to walk away, unable to hide the soft smile from tugging at your lips when she glances back at you one last time before disappearing behind the expo line. You release a small, content sigh as you slump against the door of the walk-in, taking a moment to fully collect yourself before you to head back out on the floor.

“She’s never done something like that before you know,” a quiet voice breaks through your thoughts and your eyes flick up to find Lev, whose wearing an all too knowing look on his face.

“Done what?” you ask curiously.

“Left the line,” he continues, rather matter-of-factly. “Especially not during a dinner rush, she's practically married to that grill.”

You fall silent but Lev doesn’t give you a chance to reply before he turns, slipping his earbuds in and going back to rinsing the stack of dirty dishes. But his words settle deep in your chest, effectively warming you from the inside-out.

You find yourself glancing back toward the kitchen, to where Abby's fallen back into the chaos of the dinner rush with startling ease. Like she hadn't just dropped everything to come piece you back together again.

As if she can feel your eyes on her, Abby glances back up from the grill, raising a brow in a silent question. You good?

And for the first time all night, you think you just might be. 

You would’ve never thought running into the star hockey player on your first day of college would lead you to this moment: her on her knees in front of you on her bed.

It’s been a month of late nights spent in Abby’s room giggling incessantly over stupid Instagram reels, walking to classes with your hand brushing hers, doodling on each other’s paper as you studied in the library. And every second you feel like you’re getting hockey shoved down your throat. 

She started slowly, mentioning practice whenever you’d meet up or text; exaggerating how tired she was or how some of the freshmen were acting as if they were better than the rest of them. Then it turned to her sending you her practice schedule so you knew when and when not to call her, not because she wanted you to be aware of the event that was happening on September 24.

Only after you got the calendar invite did she start dropping hints as to when the Wolves' first game was. She’d say how hard coach was grilling them because, in his eyes, the first game set the tone for their entire season; she’d ask if you had any white because they had announced earlier that the student section theme was white-out; she’d mention how a few of the team’s girlfriends were coming to support her teammates. 

However, you seemed to be oblivious to her insinuations, always simply nodding along whenever she would bring up hockey. So, Abby thought it was finally time to ask you point blank the Sunday before the game. 

The two of you had set up camp in the library; you had a quiz tomorrow, and Abby had a mound of homework she had been procrastinating until the very last second, like she usually did. You weren’t paying too much attention to her rambling, focused on the words in the textbook in front of you.

It was only when she nudged you that you finally looked up for the first time since sitting down. “What?”

“Did you hear me at all?”

“Uhhh no.”

She sighed, closing her notebook and placing her hands on the table, “I asked you if you were busy Friday night.”

“Don’t think so, why?” 

“You wanna come to the game?”

“What game?”

“The game that I’ve been talking about for like a month now.”

You blinked at her, “Oh. Right. Uh, I dunno, Abs. I’m not a huge hockey person.”

“You don’t have to be! I can give you a crash course or I’ll have Dina sit next to you and she can explain everything.”

“Abs…” She pouted at your hesitant tone, that cute, adorable pout you had grown to love and typically succumb to, but your uneasiness outweighed it this time. “I’ll think about it, but do not get your hopes up.”

For the next three days, you’d get a text, or she’d show up to hang out and would always start by asking if you would come to the game. You were lucky if that was the only time you’d get the question that day.

And that’s what led you here, to the night before game day with Abby kneeling in front of you, hands pressed against your thighs as she all but begged you to come to the game. “Please please please please please. I’ll even give you my jersey! We can match.”

You stared down at her. “What do I get if I go?”

Abby froze, mind racing a million miles an hour at the possibilities of the things she could get or give you for coming to her game, “Ice cream?”

“You’ll need to do better than that, Abs.”

“I- I’ll buy your textbooks next semester!”

“No way. I don’t even know if I’ll need textbooks next semester.”

Her lip jutted out, her list of ideas now running out. She waited a few seconds before she spoke again, eyes lighting up with a new suggestion, “I’ll let you take that hoodie you always ask me for and two more.”

“I get to pick the other two?”

“Yep.”

“Free range?”

“Yeah.”

You paused, “Fine.”

Abby jumped up from her knees, letting out an excited yell, “Yes! I knew I would get you to come to the game. Ellie owes me twenty bucks.”

“You bet on whether you could get me to come to a game?”

“Well… yes, but I did genuinely want you to go.”

You glared at her before relenting, flopping backwards on her bed. She lay down beside you, poking your nose, “You’ll wear my jersey right?”

“Do I have to?”

“No… but I’d like you to.”

You stared at her for a second. “I suppose I will. It doesn’t smell gross, does it?”

“No! I washed it.”

“Unlike some other things you wear.”

“Hey!” 

You giggled at the offended look on her face, blocking your stomach as her hands came up to tickle you, “Abby! Stop stop! I’ll wear it.”

She grinned, “Good.”

You watched as she got up and walked to the closet, grabbing it off the hanger and handing it to you, “Here you are, your majesty.”

“Thank you, good sir.” 

“You’re welcome, m’lady.”

“You do remember I said I know nothing about this sport, right? The best I can give you is a go team.”

“Go team?”

“Yeah, at least I’m being supportive of everyone.”

“How about you just cheer me on?”

“You think so highly of yourself don’t you?”

“Yep.”

𓍼

You were not prepared for the number of eyes you were going to have on you walking into the arena. Sophie and Dina flanked your sides, talking back and forth as you self-consciously glanced around you at everyone staring at the name across your back.

“Dina?”

“What’s up? You okay?”

“Why is half the campus population looking at me like I just committed a crime?”

She smirked at your question, “You’re wearing Abby Anderson’s jersey; surely you didn’t expect people not to look at you.”

“I mean, I guess I thought about it, but I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal.”

The three of you settled into your seats, shivers running through you as you tried to grow aclimatized to the colder temperature in the arena. You weren’t really paying attention to warm ups, going through your text messages, swiping away notifications you couldn’t care less about. Though, when the girls behind you filed in, you overheard their conversation, plucking away your focus.

“She’s one of those girls isn’t she?”

“Who?”

The girl sat directly behind you gestured in your direction, “Paid an obscene amount of money to get Abby’s name plastered on her jersey.”

You tensed at the mention of Abby, glancing between your roommate and Dina, who had seemed to aslo be eavesdropping on the conversation. You weren’t going to say anything, it didn’t mean anything to you. You weren’t dating Abby, you didn’t even like her, at least that was something you were telling yourself as the days went on.

So when you saw Dina turned around, a fake smile on her lips, you stiffened even more. 

“You know, it isn’t a good habit to make assumptions.”

The girl only rolled her eyes, “It’s obvious, Abby never gives her jersey out to anyone, you know how many people in this arena alone have tried to get it from her?”

“I’m sure lots, but this lucky lady did it in the matter of four weeks, didn’t you, y/n?”

You looked up, looking over your shoulder, “I guess?”

“Ellie told me she had to practically beg you to wear it.”

That seemed to make the girls eyes widen. Everyone knew Dina and Ellie were dating, it was as much common sense as the sky being blue. “There’s no way.” One of them murmured.

“It’s true. So stop saying things when you don’t know the truth.” Dina turned back around without another word.

“What did they mean?” You whispered, confused.

Your newfound friend deflated like she had never wanted to tell you what she was about to say, “Abby was a huge player last year, don’t ask me how many people she slept with, but. Anyway, a lot of girls tried getting her jersey to wear to games but she never let them… some of them resorted to ordering a customer jersey with her name on it so people would think they finally got it.”

“Oh.”

You didn’t say anything else, shifting your gaze to the ice where the girls were still warming up. Your eyes found Abby immediately, standing near center ice as she talked to one of the members on the opposing team. 

Once she skated away, she scanned the crowd and found you almost immediately. When your eyes locked, you felt a sudden warmth flow through you, a tiny, shy smile making it’s way onto your face. She smirked back at you, waving, which caught the attention of several teammates and people in the crowd.

It was then that you heard a snicker from behind you again, “Can’t believe Abby gave her jersey to her. I could name a hundred other people who should’ve gotten that jersey instead.”

𓍼

Everything Dina explained to you about hockey went right over your head. She tried explaining offsides and icing, tried to explain the penalties, tried explaining what players were doing at certain times, but you were retaining no information other than Abby was a defenseman and Ellie was a center. 

Throughout the game, you could hear snide comments from everywhere around you; the girls behind you making it their personal mission to antagonize you, people surrounding you as you waited in line for the bathroom or to get food, etc. 

You tried not to pay attention to it, you did, focusing on Abby when she was on the ice and trying to understand the logistics of the sport, cheering whenever the team did something good and booing whenever they did something bad. 

So when there was three minutes left to go in the third and the Wolves holding a comfortable lead over their opponents, you sighed in relief as Dina nudged you and grabbed hold of your elbow, “C’mon, we can meet them in the tunnel.”

The three of you pushed through the crowd of students and Bridgehaven fans, you and Sophie trailing after Dina as you attempted to calm your nerves; something about meeting Abby after the multiple side-eyes and comments were thrown at you all night made your stomach flutter with butterflies.

Your hands fidgeted with your rings, twisting them back and forth, focusing on the faint sounds from the rink as the game continued. It wasn’t until you heard skates tapping across the floor of the arena that you looked up, seeing Abby’s wide grin.

You squealed softly as she wrapped you in a hug and picked you up, twirling you around slightly before setting you down. “You came!”

“I told you I would, you doof.”

“And you're sporting the best jersey in the world, I see. Wonder where you got it from.”

By that time, Dina had left once she laid eyes on her girlfriend, and Sophie moved away from the two of you to give some sense of space. 

“I think I remember someone threatening me to wear it.”

“I did not threaten you.” She glared, “I asked nicely.”

“You were being a pest.”

You jumped when multiple members of her team clapped her on the back, walking towards the locker room, each shouting their own form of congratulations or good job with the occasional whistle or teasing remark about how they had never seen her smile that much since they met her. 

“What’s all that about?”

You watched as she flushed a deep shade of red, but chalked it up to how hard she had been working throughout the game, and it was only now catching up to her. She shook her head, “Nothing, they’re just being assholes. You okay?”

Abby must’ve noticed the uncomfortable look on your face, tilting her head as if trying to figure out what had happened to cause you to feel that way.

“I’m fine.” You gave her a weak smile in return.

“Lies. C’mon, tell me.”

“I just- people were making comments.”

Her face hardened. “What kind of comments?”

“Nothing big!” You tried to reassure her, “They were surprised I was wearing your jersey, that’s all. I promise.”

“You swear that was it?”

“Yeah.”

She took a deep breath before nodding and moving on, “You comin to the after party, right?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“I’m kind of tired, Abs. Plus, I used all my energy trying to muster up the courage to come to the game.”

She pouted but nodded anyway, “Fine. But tomorrow I definitely expect you to be at the party.”

“That I will agree to.”

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.” You smiled before kissing her cheek and walking off, linking arms with Sophie as you headed back to your dorm.

Abby went the whole way back to the locker room with a stupidly love-sick smile on her face, plopping down on the bench next to one of her teammates and untying her skates. Her teammate nudged her, “What’s with that look? Has Anderson finally found someone to obsess over?”

“What! No! I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Bullshit!” Ellie called from across the room.”

“Ellie.” Abby scolded, her voice firm enough that it should’ve deterred anyone from continuing the conversation. However, her teammates were not just anyone.

“You’ve gone soft.”

She rolled her eyes, “I have not gone soft. You’re imagining things.”

Her captain finally but in, eyes narrowed, “They’re not lying, Abby. You’ve been… different.”

What Abby failed to notice was the quiet fondness her captain held in her voice, like her personality change was for the better and not for the worse. But Abby was always one to jump to conclusions, and if her teammates thought she was going soft and it was affecting her game? Then she was going to fix it.

She made quick work of changing out of her uniform and taking a shower, throwing on the clothes she had stashed away. Once freshly clean and changed, she sat down on the bench, phone in hand, fingers flying over the keyboard before finally shutting it off and throwing it in bag.

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“Let’s get you cleaned,” you spoke gently as you wiped the sand off her clothes from when she was playing in the sandbox.

She giggled, “my momma talks like that!”

“Is that so?” You smiled.

“Mmhmm, especially when she’s helping cats outside!”

“Oh?”

You finished dusting her off, “so your momma feeds stray kitties?”

“She also takes care of them whenever she can with her doctor things!”

“That’s so sweet of her.”

“I wanna be just like her when I grow up,” Evie chirped, her eyes twinkling with confidence.

“I’m sure you will be, for now you make sure you don’t hurt any of your friends, okay?”

“Okay!”

You watched her hop out of the office room, the slight smile on your face never leaving. Kids really were like sunshine, somehow they always managed to make everything sound so simple. You felt blessed to be able to watch over them and teach them things even if sometimes they did make you question your sanity—which funnily enough wasn’t even the worst part of being a teacher.

Maybe the worst part was when you had to wait for the parents to show up after departure to collect their kids, especially when some of them insisted on being late. Today, that just so happened to be Abigail Anderson. It wasn’t the first time that she was late.

You weren’t blaming her, of course, you could only imagine her job as a doctor was demanding and being a single mom was not easy—yeah, you had the tendency of bonding with your students enough to know just a little bit about their parents as well.

You felt a slight tug at your feet and looked down to find Evie’s innocent eyes staring back at you. You smiled instinctively and crouched to her height.

“Yeah?”

“Is momma coming?” she asked, fiddling with the hem of her skirt. “I miss my momma.”

“Yeah, sweetie, she’s on her way, I’m sure,” you said, giving her a reassuring, gentle squeeze to her arm.

Only about ten minutes after that, you saw the car pulling up. She got out—navy blue scrubs, worn running shoes and a smart watch on her wrist that she had been checking frantically throughout the entire drive. She looked like she’d just gotten her soul sucked out of her when she jogged over to the pair of you both.

“I’m so terribly sorry! It’s my fault entirely, I lost track of time—” she was so breathless you had to hold up both hands and shake your head with a smile to get her to pause, and take a breather.

“You’re fine, it hasn’t been that long since departure.”

Abby glanced at her watch, “but—I thought that—”

“It’s okay, just try to be more on time in the future,” you said sweetly and ushered Evie forward.

Evie smiled brightly at you, “thank you, miss y/n!”

“Of course.”

Abby took one of Evie’s hands, rubbing circles on the back of her small hand, “still, I’m really sorry. I really didn’t think I’d hit traffic on the way. I thought I had it all sorted out.”

“Well,” you shifted your balance from one foot to another, “if there’s something that we teach here it’s that—sometimes in life things don’t go your way, and instead of beating yourself up over it, it’s important to strive to do better in the future.”

Abby smiled slightly but you could see the tired lines of her face clearly, she had probably been on her feet for hours now, and you really admired her ability to juggle between such a demanding job and raising a child on the side. She had to be bone-deep tired.

Although you did assume she was tired given the dark circles under her eyes, she didn’t necessarily look bad. Faint wisps of hair framed her face, escaping her now-loose braid and her scrubs were a little wrinkled—she still looked pretty good.

“That’s… really nice.”

You nodded and stood in comfortable silence for a second before you took a step back to allow them a clear path to leave.

“Okay, then. Bye, Evie. Bye, Ms. Anderson.”

“Bye-bye, miss y/n”

“Thank you, bye.”

At home, Evie sang your praises all the time. She drove Abby crazy, chattering on about how you braided her hair exactly how Abby did it and how you helped her perfect her little paintings which Abby put up on the fridge.

“Your teacher really is so kind and helpful,” Abby said with a soft smile as she folded laundry, exhausted but still pushing herself because her daughter deserved an organised home.

“And beautiful.” Abby thought, then quickly pushed the thought out of her head. With the emergency room and working 12-hour shifts a day, taking care of little Evie, Abby didn’t have any time for herself even. Dating was completely out of the question.

She wanted to tell herself that this was not the appropriate time for her to be dating, especially when Evie was so young. Then she reminded herself about when she did try to date when Evie was even younger, just last year. She didn’t react that badly. In fact, she was excited to meet Abby’s partners until Abby decided for herself that she would not be dating anymore, because of how busy she was getting with Evie’s school and work combined.

She couldn’t help that most of the money that she made went towards buying school supplies, and making sure that the lights were on and there was food on the table. So, even if she wanted to upgrade her lifestyle for Evie—she couldn’t really do it on a fixed income.

Not that Evie ever expressed her disappointment over it or anything. In fact, she always told you that her mother was a fucking hero. If anything, Evie looked up to Abby more than she let on—and the day she tells Abby that, would be the day Abby cries tears of happiness.

It was a rather rainy afternoon and traffic was bad again. Abby was, as usual, running pretty late. You didn’t mind, of course. You were standing next to Evie, who had an animal printed band-aid on her knee from when she scraped it during playtime. You were the one who had found her, before she could go to the infirmary. You made sure that she was all taken care of, and took her to the infirmary, just in case—even if it was just a scrape. And because you knew that the band-aid would probably make her stop crying, you offered the nurse it, and when she did apply it, Evie showed you the brightest smile with tears in her eyes.

Tires screeched on the wet concrete as Abby parked quite hastily and got out. You were hoping she wouldn’t drive like that with Evie in there— which you knew she wouldn’t. She got out, not even bothering to get an umbrella for herself. Abby jogged her way to the campus and before she could even say anything, you spoke up;

“Good afternoon, Ms. Anderson. It’s okay. You don’t apologise.”

Evie peeked out from where she was sitting and seeing Abby, she ran up to both of you, backpack already on her shoulders. Abby picked her up, settling her on one hip.

“I know, but it’s still—” Abby began.

“Uh-uh, it’s okay.”

“Thank you, really. I appreciate this a lot, I’m sure most other teachers wouldn’t have been so considerate and nice.”

“It’s alright really, it’s no biggie.”

“Yeah—” Abby looked at the band-aid, “Evie… what happened here?”

Evie grinned and buried her face in Abby’s neck and giggled.

“Oh, it’s really nothing. She fell over during playtime and scraped her knee. I took her to the nurse’s office and we got her a cute band-aid,” you explained.

Abby smiled, rubbing Evie’s back with her other hand as she looked at you, “aw, that’s really, really sweet of you. I wish there were more teachers like you around. I’ve had some interactions with other teachers before, and they weren’t exactly as nice as you.”

“I think that every teacher has their own stance and expertise in their field, and I feel like mine is just to—” you tickled Evie’s side, making her giggle and cling onto Abby harder, “—bond with little angels.”

“And I can see why she likes you. She won’t stop talking about you when we’re home. She’s telling me all about how you braid her hair exactly as I do it. Every time she tries to do her own hair, she just ends up putting it into a knot, and then I have to comb it out. I’m just really glad that you’re around to do it for her when she’s here.”

You chuckled, tone now playful, “as long as she’s getting her hair done by me, I guarantee you, there will be no knots, no tangles.”

“Aww, sweetheart, isn’t your teacher just the sweetest?”

Evie kicked her feet and mumbled “yes, she is.” in Abby’s neck.

“I swear when we’re home she’s, like, so bold about how much she likes you and now when we’re in front of you, she’s suddenly getting all shy.” Abby said with a soft chuckle.

Gosh, she sounded heavenly when she laughed.

You saw that it was raining cats and dogs outside. “How are you gonna get to the car with Evie?”

“Oh—” Abby turned to look at the pouring rain, “we’ll figure something out…”

You grabbed your umbrella from your tote, “here,” you offered it up to her, “take it.”

“No, I can’t. You’re gonna get drenched.”

Evie raised her head slowly and muttered, “we can just walk together then…”

You giggled, “alrighty.”

You held the umbrella open over both of your heads as you both made your way out into the parking lot so Abby could put Evie in her seat. Once she was buckled in, Abby walked over to the driver’s side with you, and paused before opening the door;

“Hey, thank you. Really. You do a lot for us.”

You smiled. “Don’t mention it.”

A pause. Then she spoke again, “would you… would you like to come over for dinner sometime? Evie and I would love to have you over.”

“Yeah, of course, I’d love that!”

What was meant to be just a dinner with the exhausted doctor-mom and her sweet child— the moment Evie went to sleep… things escalated a little. It didn’t exactly start with a kiss, or plans of making out on the kitchen counter. It was when you helped Evie complete her homework after dinner and Abby got everyone ice-cream.

As you all ate ice-cream, she noticed how Evie was dozing off so she put her to bed. It didn’t take long. Evie wasn’t really a cranky child when she was sleepy. She didn’t give anyone trouble. She just dozed off, hugging her favourite plush toy.

“Okay, she’s asleep.” Abby said as she closed the door behind herself.

“Aww, you must get really exhausted taking care of her.”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

That was sweet. It warmed your chest in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. You looked down at your ice-cream, and finished it quietly.

Abby sat across from you, unable to stop herself from having the slightest pull at her lips— something about you made her smile. She never felt so soft for anyone other than her daughter before.

Some might say that the easiest way to get to a woman’s heart is flowers, but for Abby, it had to be through her kid, because there is nothing more precious to her than her sweetest child Evie. And you taking your time to get to know Evie and bonding with her, even if it’s just because you were her teacher, was precious to Abby.

“So, I know maybe you think it’s a sore topic or something, but I’m curious… have you been able to see people ever since you’ve had Evie and this lifestyle?”

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s not a sore topic. I actually think about it a lot. I was dating just last year, when Evie was even younger, and she was very supportive of the idea. In fact, she loves meeting new people, so it was really good for her. And even though she’s, like, super young, she understands that her mom might want to… move on from everything that happened in the past, and yeah.” Abby paused for a second, quiet as the TV became a source of background noise. Distant chatter, soft music. “She’s super supportive, but I wanted to focus on her and my career as of now, because things are really hectic…”

“Hectic? I mean— do you wanna date?”

“Yeah.

“The dating factor doesn’t just depend on me. It also matters whether they will have a good bond with my daughter, and if they would be willing to help me around everything. And I don’t think I can trust people with my daughter. It’s a lot of responsibility, and I’m scared, you know? These days, people can be… yeah…”

“Mhm, no, I understand how you feel.”

“I’m really glad I found someone who cares about Evie as much as I do,” Abby murmured, shyly scraping the last of her ice-cream with the spoon.

“You can trust me with anything,” you said gently.

“Thank you.”

Within the next couple days, you both got closer. Abby was surprisingly funny when she got you coffee every morning, she joked around and walked just outside the school premises with you while Evie went inside to play with her friends. You started waiting around more after departure just in case Abby was late and you needed to watch Evie until she arrived— you never minded of course. If anything, you found it endearing; your dynamic with her.

You didn’t realise how attached you were getting to her and you weren’t sure you liked that. You wanted things to be professional, but you couldn’t help it.

Abby was just so funny, cute, hardworking and her thirst to prove that she was a good mom… it was all so endearing to you. You saw things about her others didn’t see— you saw how she tore herself open for her daughter everyday, running back and forth whenever Evie had any kind of event in school.

She handled it all so well for someone who denied herself the pleasure of loving just to make sure she’s giving her daughter her all.

You knew you needed to be honest with her. You didn’t want things to be weird between you and her but fuck— you couldn’t keep your feelings hidden forever.

“Abby…”

“Yeah?”

“... Have you ever thought of dating someone who is already close with your daughter?”

“I guess Evie doesn’t really get close to a lot of people,” Abby said thoughtfully, “but I suppose if I see that they’re close, I can think of giving it a try.”

“Abby?”

“... Yeah?”

You took a deep breath. “I think I like you.”

Abby stopped walking. You did too. For a bit there was silence between you both. Abby slowly turned to look at you. She swallowed hard.

“You like me… romantically?”

You could feel your heart in your throat. This was such a bad idea.

“Yeah, I do. I like you romantically. I have for a bit, and I don’t wanna mess up our friendship. We’ve got something Evie’s fond of and I feel like—”

Abby smiled gently, “hey, shush.”

Your cheeks flushed red.

“Yeah… sorry.”

“You’re okay. I like you too.”

“You do?”

Abby nodded, “I didn’t wanna risk it.”

“You should’ve, I’m horrible at this,” you said with a nervous laugh.

“I take it you’ve never dated the mother of one of your students.”

“No, never,” you giggled, “I could never— I genuinely never meant to catch feelings but I feel like we have something that can be special.”

Abby’s cheeks flushed faintly. So faint it was barely noticeable. “I think so too.”

Abby offered her hand up, fingers spread. You put your hand in hers and gave it a small squeeze. Her skin was warm in comparison to yours, your hands interlaced with one another and swung between you both as you both walked on.

“So… what are we?”

“Whatever you want us to be,” Abby answered playfully.

“Come on…”

“We can be… dating.”

“Girlfriends?”

“Girlfriends.”

-

Evie was asleep. Abby and you always took advantage of times like these when the only sound of the bedroom was the TV running in the background. You smelled faintly like Abby, your arms were around her neck.

“Did you have a good day?”

“Mmm…” her hand rested on your thigh, gently squeezing it, “yeah, it’s a good day now.”

You giggled, “yeah? I make your days better?”

“A lot better.”

Abby pulled you in for a kiss, “c’mere, pretty girl.”

Your lips met hers, moving as if you’d been doing this for years. Both her hands rested on your sides, bringing you closer as she kissed you deeper. She shifted you onto her lap, her hands never leaving you as the kiss turned a little heated.

Your hands were in her hair. Her braid that was already a little messy after her shift got even messier as you slowly pulled the hair tie off to run your fingers through her silky hair.

“Abby…”

“Mm?”

“Should we really be doing this now?”

“Evie sleeps like a log, we’re fine,” Abby murmured, “I used to vacuum with one hand and carry her with the other, she can survive a little noise.”

You grinned, “you just wanna get in my pants, don’t you?”

“My, my. You got a mouth on you.”

“I can do a lot with my mouth.”

Abby raised a brow at that. “Is that right?”

“Mmm, but I don’t think you can handle all of this.”

She leaned forward and nibbled at the skin of your neck, making your eyes flutter shut. Her hands held you a little tighter as if she was afraid of letting you go while her mouth worked on your neck.

“Don’t leave marks… I have work tomorrow, if the kids see I’ll be in so much trouble.”

Abby groaned against your skin, “what a bummer.”

You unbuttoned your sweater and let it fall down your shoulders, exposing your bra-clad tits, “it’s not all that bad.”

“Fuck…” she murmured under her breath before she attacked you tits with her mouth, teeth nipping at the skin and mouth efficiently sucking hickeys all over your skin.

“That’s it, baby…” you tilted your head back, enjoying her mouth on you.

Abby slowly pushed you down on your back and pulled your clothes off one by one until you were left bare. You tugged at the hem of her shirt.

“Let me see those muscles.”

“Yeah?” Abby pulled her night-shirt over her head, revealing years of trained muscles, abs that glistened in the room’s warm lighting, biceps that looked like they’d manhandle you back in place if you acted bratty.

“Shit, I just came a little.” You joked.

Abby giggled at that, “you’re impossible.”

She kissed you briefly as her hands reached down, gently prying your thighs apart. Your cunt was soaked already. She pulled the blanket over both your heads with one hand, as she whispered;

“Don’t make a mess in my bed. Evie’s gonna ask me why my room smells like pussy.”

You huffed, “then why are you pulling the blanket over?”

“So that if she comes in she doesn’t see her teacher naked in her momma’s bed.”

You stifled a snort, “you’re horrible.”

“Say that when you’re cumming on my fingers.”

Her hand found your cunt, cupping it for a second before she rubbed your vulva. She gently parted your lips to expose your soaked folds and slit.

“Such a pretty girl, such a soaked cunt,” Abby whispered, peppering butterfly kisses on your forehead.

“Shut up…”

“You don’t want me to.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Good girl.”

Her words made your cunt clench around nothing. Abby smirked.

“That turns you on?”

“...”

Abby’s fingers dipped past your slit and in your pussy making you whine softly and grip her other arm with your hand, nails digging into her muscles. Her fingers were somehow really good at it as she carefully thrusted in all the way up to her knuckles.

“That okay, my pretty girl?”

Your cheeks flushed so red, you were sure she could feel the heat radiating from your face. “Mm… mhm.”

Abby’s fingers fucked you gently, scissoring at first to make sure you were nicely stretched out before she curled them in that specific spot that made you struggle to contain your moans.

“O-oh, fuck, wait, that’s so good, that’s feels so good,” you said breathlessly, making Abby’s own pussy drip with need.

She found that textured spot again, repeatedly abusing your g-spot with her fingers. Her two fingers were enough— they were thick, long and perfect.

“Abby— Abby, you have no idea how good you’re at this.”

“I know,” she kissed you on the lips softly before she muttered against your lips, “you’re so beautiful like this. You’re all mine.”

“I always will be,” you wrapped your arms around her neck.

Her fingers worked faster, twisting, reaching deeper than your own fingers ever went. She slammed them in, making you clench and make the softest, sluttiest moans ever right in her ear.

“Shhh, you gotta be a bit quieter,” Abby whispered.

“But I’m—”

“You can do it, baby.”

Your pussy walls felt overly sensitive. Her words weren’t helping. All the filthy sounds of your cunt mixed with the praises she uttered— you were so drunk in her love and the pleasure she gave you.

“I’m cumming,” you bit down on her shoulder.

“That’s it, that’s my girl. Cum for me, princess.”

And you did.

You came so hard you swore you saw stars.

“See, you are capable of being so quiet and good,” Abby said with a smile.

You pouted, “clean me up, I feel so sticky…”

“I know,” Abby peeked out of the blanket, “let’s get you out.”

You insisted you could walk but Abby wasn’t hearing it. She picked you up bridal style and guided you to the bathroom, settling you down on the closed lid of the toilet.

She let you be while you peed and she went out to change the sheets. Once you both were done, she moved you into the shower and checked the water for you first, using her own hand. Then, she guided you inside.

“Too sore?” She asked as she took a good amount of shower gel on the loofa.

“No, just about fine,” you replied, watching as Abby gently cleaned your body.

You cleaned hers back, letting your hands linger on every dip and ridge of her hard muscles. Abby felt it, she was aware you were taking your sweet time feeling her up, and she enjoyed it.

“I don’t like fine,” Abby said after a bit and pinned you to the shower wall, “I wanna fuck you until you can’t walk straight for days.”

You smirked, “too bad, baby, that isn’t happening anytime soon.”

Abby pouted— the cutest expression ever, “why?”

“I have work,” you laughed and kissed her right on her pouted lips, “and I need to be able to give my all.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was no heat beneath it. “Fine, fine.” she paused. “But one day… Maybe this weekend, I’ll show you just how good I am with my strap.”

Your eyes widened.

“You own a strap?”

Well, shit. You were looking forward to this weekend.