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Columbina and Sandrone didn't choose the girl mom life, the girl mom life chose them!
Luonnotar is wearing her princess dress, matching with her mother Columbina as they pranced around in her bedroom. Her other mommy, Sandrone, was also wearing a princess dress, standing on the side of Luonnotar's room with her muscular arms crossed. Sandrone was cranky, of course. The dress her daughter made her wear was absolutely hideous! Too much lace, too many ruffles. It looked like a a unicorn vomited on her.
Next, Columbina and Sandrone were sitting on the couch. Luonnotar was painting Columbina's nails from a children's nail art set her Uncle Flins bought her.
"Are you a pretty princess, Mommy?" asks Luonnotar.
"Why yes, my darling Luonnotar. I *am* a pretty princess!" Columbina chuckles with her daughter, her voice soft as usual.
Columbina ruffles Luonnotar's hair with her free hand. As Luonnotar finishes painting Columbina's pinky finger, she moves onto Sandrone's fingers.
"Are you a pretty princess, Mama?"
"No."
Columbina maintained a patient smile for their daughter while under the coffee table, she she stomped on Sandrone's foot.
Reluctantly, with a deep breathe, Sandrone muttered:
"Yes, child. I *am* a pretty… princess. Or whatever."
Luonnotar beams, about to take her mama's hand when she pulls it away.
"Sorry, Luonnotar. I just got these nails done. But you can paint my nails some other time once these are outgrown…"
Columbina interjects
"Luonnotar, maybe you could give Mama a princess crown instead."
"COLUMBINA! DON'T give her ideas! I already look like a fool."
"It's better than her painting over your new acrylics," Columbina responded calmly.
Luonnotar innocently asked:
"If not your nails, then may I do your makeup, Mama?"
Sandrone shook her head, refusing.
"No. I have already done my own makeup, Luonnotar."
"Yes, dear." Columbina nodded. "Your other mother already worked on herself so you shouldn't force her."
Luonnotar, with a tilt of her little head: "I shouldn't force her?"
"Yes. But Luonnotar, you know we'll do whatever makes you happy. Even if it's dressing up with you," Columbina responded reassuringly.
Sandrone blushed like a tomato, her head against the backrest of the couch as she covers the frustrated expression on her face. A harbinger feared across the seven nations of Teyvat, reduced to her daughter's dress-up doll. How pathetic.
"It's okay, Sandrone." Columbina began to tease. "You look just as beautiful as the day I married you."
"Stop lying, Columbina! She'll take your example, you know. I don't want our daughter growing up to become some kiss-ass!"
"Then here's the truth: You do look weird in a polyester princess dress. Like if glitter from Aino's workshop and the flowers from our garden were put in a blender and dumped over cheap fabric."
Luonnotar placed her little hand on Columbina's knee asking: "Mommy, you think Mama looks weird?"
"Yes." Columbina didn't hesitate.
"But I thought I did a good job with the makeover I gave Mama! Are you saying I did a bad job?"
"You did a great job, Luonnotar! I'm just not used to seeing your mama in a princess dress when she usually dresses more formally. She does look weird but in a cool way."
"Way to go, Bina." Sandrone rolls her eyes.
"Why don't you get that princess crown for Mama?"
Luonnotar's eyes light up. She beams.
"Okay, Mommy!"
Luonnotar starts running towards her closet as she giggles.
Sandrone is still really uncomfortable wearing a frilly costume like this but at least she gets to see her daughter happy, even if it means her wife is taking pleasure from her embarrassment.