I kissed my dads (which was very strange to kiss two strangers I hardly knew) and thanked them for apologizing, even though it wasn’t really their fault. I watched them go upstairs and soon after, I heard them roughing it up in the bedroom. Ugh, I guess they aren’t used to being discrete about it like my real parents.
I walked to the next door house where the gay couple actually lived and looked through the window. Sure enough, I saw my actual parents eating dinner with a baby girl at the table. It did make me a little sad, since I loved my parents at one time, but I figured they would be happier this way. Maybe I would be happier this way as well.