The first breakfast

7:43am, June 10th, 2045

Betty, ever the socialite, pleasantly exchanged surface level information about their communities with Lufima. There weren't any black people living in Springfield, so Betty felt that she had so much to learn. The texture of Kimiya's hair and both of their facial features were "whiter" than the few other black people Betty had met before, she thought that was curious but didn't care too much. Richard occasionally chimed in and Emma was her usual closed off self. Sam however was staring at Kimiya like a deer in the headlight. If he was sitting closer to Betty she would've kicked him in the shin, bad manners were one thing she couldn't abide.

"Betty, fetch us some drinks."

Bad manners like that would normally upset Betty, but a warm spark went off in her gut.

"Whatever you want."

As Betty handed their guests some orange juice Lufima spoke to her daughter.

"Aren't American women so lovely?"

Kimiya glanced at Sam and grunted.

"So," Richard clasped his hands "we need to figure out the sleeping situation. We've only got one guest room, do the two of you want to share it?"

Kimiya leaned into Lufima's ear and muttered something in a foreign tongue.

"I'll take the guest room and Kimiya will sleep in the boy's room." Lufima announced.

Richard paused for a moment before nodding, Sam looked like he got punched by a ghost. It seemed like an invasion of his personal space, but on then that warmth in Betty's stomach flared up again.

"That sounds wonderful."

Betty smiled as Kimiya got up and gestured at Sam. Maybe she ate something weird the day before, but watching Sam shakily lead the dark skinned amazon up the stairs felt so right. Richard gave Betty a kiss and ran off to work. Emma scoffed and announced "Fucking annoying" before going back to her room, which Lufima raised an eyebrow at.

And just like that, the two moms were alone. If Betty didn't know any better she would say that Lufima was looking at her in the same way a cat sizes up a mouse.