Adora was laying on her couch in an over sized tee with the TV turned on. Catra was on her tour and wouldn't be back for another few days. She had left for her tour a little over two weeks ago and it was finally wrapping up. And Adora felt lonely. Sure, she had pictures of Catra and the album to listen to, but eventually the distance started to drain her. It had happened before. The very first time Catra had gone on tour it made it clear just how much she needed Catra to feel alive. Catra had been her energy source for so long. Every morning when Adora woke up and didn't feel Catra against her immediately made her a little upset. She realized how bad it was to just feel bad for herself and went out just about every day before work, and even when she didn't work.

Catra was being interviewed by some show host behind a desk. She almost wished she could be there with Catra, but she didn't. Being on TV was too much for her the first few times, back when she competed in tournaments, and later when she was banned. Apparently having alien genes that make you literally the strongest person on the planet kind of disqualifies you from professional tournaments.

"Catra, I'd like to know how you keep making so many songs so fast. Especially sad love songs." The man behind the desk asked.

"Well they're pretty easy." Catra said, slouching in the chair with her legs spread. There was a light chuckle from the audience behind the camera. Catra had worn a crop top pink jacket that was too small for her, and she had even dyed some of her hair, for the image. Apparently this, was how she wanted to look in the magazines this time. Scorpia, Frosta, and Kyle weren't there, for some reason that Catra would probably tell Adora later.

"Well, I wouldn't know, I'm not a song writer." The host said with a laugh, sparking even more from the audience. "But, you are a song writer, lead singer, and lead guitarist. That sounds like a lot of work for one person. How do you do it?"

"I'm just good at what I do. Playing a guitar is easy, I've been doing it since I was very little. And I've never needed to practice singing, I've always had an amazing voice." Catra answered. She faked a smile but Adora could tell Catra sounded tired.

"Yes, well," The man behind the desk started to pull something out. "I have here your latest album, and another album you made all on your own." This was met with a hum of interest from the audience. "Now, let me tell you how I came across this. I had been in the mall, buying something for one of my kids and I came down the music isle. So I'm looking for something my kids would like. So I'm looking down the albums, they're in alphabetical order so I'm skimming the albums. I go to N and remember that, hey, Noelle and the Ice Punks have a new album. So I go to the front and find the record for your new album. So I get the record, and I go back to get the CD. And I pick up the CD, but right below was this album, Noelle, for my Wife." This was met with a cooing from the audience. "It's so strange, why didn't we hear anything about the album?"

"What do you mean?" Catra asked.

"Well, usually when your band comes out with an album, thousands of people know, but I hadn't heard a thing about this one."

"That's because," Catra sat up. "I made that, as an anniversary gift for my wife."

"And that's why this one is happy and acoustic?"

"Yes."

"Well I believe everyone that picked this up was surprised at the songs on the album. Because normally your songs are sad and usually about break ups. Where do you get all this inspiration from?" The man asked.

"My wife. She is the best thing to ever happen to me and she always fills me with inspiration. And it's very easy to write sad songs. Before we had gotten married, we had broken up for a while and during that time I was crushed. It's very easy to imagine what that felt like and draw inspiration from there." Catra answered. A smile carved it's way onto Adora's face as she watched, Catra was talking about her.

"Well from how quickly these albums come out I assume you already have some new songs already written."

"Almost a whole album." Catra laughed. "But each album has at least one song written by someone else."

Adora turned off the TV. She had never been a fan of talk shows. She stretched and stood up. She raised her hands above her head and reached up, stopping when she heard a pop. She didn't have any plans, she hadn't eaten yet, but she had had popcorn. She didn't know what to do. Back when she worked for Glimmer she never had this many days off from work. And she had more hours as well. It kept her busy during the day, something she could kind of turn her brain off to do. Working at the bar had been more exhausting than she thought. She always had to focused and talking to strangers trying to get them to buy another drink. And she had thought that having other women with their shirts off in front of her would have been a good time. But all of dancers were rude and pushy with her. Which Adora should have seen coming, strippers didn't have a reputation for a great attitude.

She had gone to visit Glimmer just that week. She needed to get out of the house and there were only so many times she could just go to a supermarket and the library. There weren't exactly many things to do within a bike rides range of her house. She had even babysat Aqua and Leven at Mermista's home twice already. And the only reason she bothered to try and babysit was because she knew Mermista and Sea Hawk liked their personal alone time. That, and because there was a stack of papers in the kitchen that she needed to look through.

There wasn't even a week for Adora and Catra to muster up the energy to look through the stack of papers on the kitchen counter. The night they came home from Scorpia's they decided to go to bed immediately. They had looked at it once during the few days they had together. Adora couldn't even remember any of the kids names or what they looked like. And what was worse is that Adora was being a bit of a coward about the whole thing. She hadn't even brought up with Catra her fears about raising a kid. Or if they even were fears. Adora had been avoiding the topic in her head as well. Having a kid seemed, scary? She was apprehensive but she didn't know why.

Adora walked into the kitchen begrudgingly. Avoiding eye contact with the stack of papers. Entrapta had offered a folder for them but they declined the offer. Adora wished they had take the folder, because then the first thing she'd see wouldn't be a picture of a kid, just a plain brown. Adora grabbed a banana and laid down on the wood floor, looking up at the ceiling. She had been like that for a long time before she decided to even open the banana. By the time she was done, she felt drained already. Being away from Catra for so long was far too tiring for her. And merely out of not having anything else to do, and feeling like an oaf doing nothing, she reached up and grabbed the papers. She didn't look at them. Instead just resting them on her chest for a while. Eventually she moved the papers in front of her face and lazily read the names of the kids.

"Felix, Jacob, Jordyn with a y, and Noella." She read to herself. Felix was the oldest, having just started his teen years. Both Jacob and Jordyn were kids, only a little older than Aqua and Leven. Noella was practically a baby. Eleven months old.

Adora couldn't deny she felt bad for the kids, each of them. They had to live in that big house with so many other kids, and all of them constantly coming in and out. She especially felt bad for Felix, she didn't know if he had just gone in or if he had been an orphan his whole life. Jacob and Jordyn were somewhere in an in between of her opinions. She hadn't determined how she felt about Noella yet.

"Bow told me something the other day." Angella said, putting down her brush she was using on Adam's hair. Shadow weaver was dozing off, having had another tiring day with Adam. They were sat on the worn couch in their living room. Adam was watching cartoons while Angella did his hair, not even paying attention to the Brush. Shadow Weaver hummed as she shifted her position to keep herself awake. Angella picked up a comb from next to where she laid the brush. "He and Perfuma finally decided when their wedding is going to be."

"Well, that's nice. She's the tree hugger right?" Shadow Weaver asked.

"Well," Angella cleared her throat to consider something. "I think they're called hippies. But I don't think we should use name calling in front of Adam."

"What?!" Adam yelled up at Angella, having heard his name.

"Nothing sport, me and mommy are just talking." Angella said, and Adam turned back to his shows, which were now showing a commercial for baby food. "But yes that's the one." Angella said as she continued to comb Adam's hair. "They got engaged months ago, and only just decided when to get married. He invited us you know."

"Us?" Shadow Weaver asked. "I've met this boy once, and I've never met this Perfuma girl."

"And what do you know about Bow from that one time you met him?" Angella asked.

Shadow Weaver took a second to think before slumping back into the couch. "That he's a very nice boy."

"Exactly, and he invited you because you're my wife and he's nice." Angella said. "And we're going, Bow is a good family friend on my side."

"Good family friend? How many people in your family is he friends with?"

"Every one of them that's alive." Angella said. "I live for seven hundred years and you'd think my great grandkids wouldn't kill each other but nope. Now all that's left is me, Glimmer, Castaspella, Cyclonis, and I wouldn't count Hordak but he was married to one of my granddaughters for a few years, but she's dead now. So he counts."

"Did you say Castaspella?" Shadow Weaver asked. "Black hair, Black nails, really likes space?" Shadow Weaver asked.

"That's my sister, she's only three hundred years old though. Why?" Angella put down the comb and started picking out little pieces of dandruff that sat on Adams head.

"I dated her for a while, before the whole," Shadow Weaver moved her hand up and down gesturing to herself. "this."

"Oh, that's right." Angella said more to herself. "She told me about you when she first started dating you. But anyways, I do have some news Bow gave me that you might actually want to know about."

"Then why didn't you say that first?"

"Because I knew you would want to talk about it. Anyway, Bow was telling me about his meetings with Entrapta and her little toy. And something came up that I think you would like to know. Apparently, Catra, Adora, and Entrapta went to an orphanage earlier this month."

"Why were they going to an orphanage?" Shadow Weaver interrupted, now fully aware of the conversation after Angella said her daughters names.

"My sisters?!" Adam piped up, pulled far away from the cartoons on screen and to the much more interesting topic of his sisters. "What are my sisters doing?"

"You, were supposed to be watching TV, not eavesdropping." Angella said to Adam in a joking stern tone. "And according to Bow, both of them are trying to adopt a kid."

"And what does Entrapta have to do with this?" Shadow Weaver asked, the urgency and curiosity in her voice almost sounding like ferocity.

"She's just their manager, and legal advisor I guess."

"So if they get a kid does that make me a cousin?" Adam asked, eagerness in his voice.

"No, it would make you an uncle." Angella said, messing up his hair she just finished fixing. She planned to fix it again anyway, she didn't really have anything else to do.

"But uncles are old, I'm only four." Adam whined.

"Well I don't make the rules. Honey, are you okay?" Angella asked, turning back to her wife on the couch. Even through the mask she could see how Shadow Weavers eyes squinted, processing the information that should have been easy to swallow.

"I," Shadow Weaver sighed, she didn't know how to feel. Or if she should feel anything. She had opinions, plenty of them, opinions she was very passionate about. Especially on the subject of kids, ever since she learned how to raise a kid right. But that wasn't really up to her, was it? Adora was her daughter after all, and technically Catra, considering she raised them at the same time. Looking back on it, she regretted everything she did to Catra. "I just need a little time to think." Shadow Weaver said, raising her tall figure off the couch. She carried herself around the corner and went into her room. Angella and Adam were left in the living room as they heard the wooden door close with a squeak. Adam continued talking to Angella, asking questions of why she knew about Adora and Catra.

A few minutes passed and neither of them heard a sound from the other room over the TV. Angella had turned down the volume, unsure on her decision. Whether to turn it up so they couldn't hear anything Shadow Weaver would do, or turn it down so Shadow Weaver wouldn't be distracted from her thoughts. Angella stood up after a while and walked away from the couch and followed after Shadow Weaver. Angella stopped in front of the wooden door, taking a deep breath before moving it slowly. A creak came from beneath her feet and a loud squeak came from the hinges of the door. Shadow Weaver was sat on their bed, slouched, looking at the framed photo of Adora, Catra, and Adam on their bed. Angella moved slowly, sitting down next to Shadow Weaver wordlessly. Her left hand moved over to hold the top of Shadow Weavers hands, while her right reached around and hugged Shadow Weaver closer by the shoulder. Shadow Weaver never really liked being alone to think. Whenever she had she always felt alone, not because she was, but because it felt like no one was around to care.

"I think I'm afraid." Shadow Weaver said, leaning into Angella. It was the first sound that Shadow Weaver had made since Angella came in the room. Shadow Weaver was still figuring out her thoughts as she spoke. "I was, terrible to them. I wasn't even a mother."

"I'm sure they'll be fine." Angella said, doing her best to relieve her wife.

"No, Catra will be fine, she's always been, fine no matter what she did. And Adora always goes with Catra. It's, their kid they might have. I'm afraid for them." Shadow Weaver raised a hand to her eyes. "I never taught them how to be parents, I was never once what a parent should have been. That kid is going to be raised in a home with two broken women."

Angella said nothing, she just held Shadow Weaver close as she started to cry. Angella knew Shadow Weaver had changed a lot, and that she understood more than ever what her mistakes were. Angella couldn't understand but she held Shadow Weaver close.

Still coming out late with these. But don't worry, it's still being updated, even if there isn't a schedule anymore. I need a new job, I can't handle the hours of this one. Anyway, please reaview, please comment, please interact in any way at all. I have a tumblr, screw-you-what-do-you-want. My fanfiction name is friendofanastasia. Send me a message, do anything really. I don't know what to do without school.