Being a seventeen-year-old guy still going through much of puberty, Olaf had a huge future ahead of him. Although, while his mother had a knack of being strict and making sure that he was on top of everything in his class, and being the top of his class - or his school, no less - he also found spare time for extracurricular activities, such as soccer. Well, other than sports, he was just like his mother in the past - loving to party.

Of course, his parents would more often than not allow him to stay out late at night, but only as long as Olaf would call them beforehand and make sure he wasn't doing anything… suspicious. They really didn't want to find out what he had been doing. Sure, he had his freedoms, but he still had to live under their rules. It was their house, of course. A house they hadn't moved out of for ten years.

Then, there was his baby sister - barely five years old - Katie, who was… more of a nuisance than anything. Sure, like a big brother, he was always supposed to love and care and blah, blah, blah, but sometimes, when he needed a space of his own, he meant it. That didn't mean he was awful to her - siblings were bound to annoy each other one way or another. Well, he couldn't always keep that attitude up for long.

In the most unsurprising way, she was spoiled more than Olaf had ever been - or remembered, really. He wasn't sure if it was because his family consisted of almost all females, or what, but it would be nice if his parents would spoil him as much as they did with her sometimes. Plus, with all the good grades he had shown them, the least they could do was… buy him a car. Okay, maybe that was a bit too much, but the point had gone across, alright.

Coming home after school one day, Olaf was completely exhausted. His high school was just a few miles away, but even biking through the evening after sunset was too much. When his classes had officially ended, club activity was still another thing he had to attend to two times a week. Still, with so much to do every day seven days a week… he could barely handle keeping up with his club.

Wearing a one-strap backpack, he silently dropped his bike next to the two cars sitting outside of the house's garage. For a moment, he stayed where he was… and sometimes, when doing so, he would reminisce on all the things that had happened to him. He was just so little. So naive. But his parents would always call him wise for his age.

Searching for his keys, he looked down at the doormat distantly. Their divorce happened here. The abuse of his mother's ex-boyfriend happened here. The way his Ma would cry and weep in the living room when he always saw her smile happened here. The moving out. The silence of the house. But not all things had to end in torture. Eventually, when Olaf thought happy endings didn't exist, his parents had gotten back together, but the road to healing with the whole family was an incredibly hard journey. All these memories made him become the better man that he should be. He couldn't be happier.

But how could he ever forget it? Even though it had been ten years since then, it seemed like it was just yesterday… and Olaf had once thought that, maybe, things hadn't changed at all.

Clearing his throat, he unlocked the door and walked right in. The aroma of food wafted in from the kitchen. "Ma?! Mom? I'm home!"

"H-Hey, sweetie, I'm here!" the familiar voice of his Ma sounded from upstairs… followed by clashes of - what sounded like boxes - falling… and then a series of curses.

"Language, Anna!" his mother shouted from the kitchen. "There's a child with you!"

Smiling, Olaf dropped his bag on the couch before coming to the kitchen. "Hey, Mom. What's she doing?" He stood right next to Elsa, his eyes scanning the food that his mother had made. Gods, nobody could ever get used to how beautiful looking and delicious her food always was. Just from the first sniff, his stomach began growling, prompting Elsa to chuckle.

Feeling his mother's lips pecking his forehead, her fingers running through his hair, Olaf turned his attention to her. At long last, they were almost the same height - not ignoring the fact his mother was built like a tall statue. "House cleaning. But I'm guessing she's making more of a mess now than ever. How's school?"

He shrugged. "It's okay, I guess. I have some news for you."

"Oh? Good news or bad news?"

"Depends on how you take it."

Sighing, Elsa wiped her hands on her apron and grabbed a bowl from the top cabinet. "You know I'll always be proud of you. Is it news from school?" Her worried eyes still glistened with care.

"Kinda? I mean, obviously, yeah." He averted his eyes to the pot of boiling soup, but he couldn't ignore the sense of his mother's eyes glaring at him.

With the silence still going, with Olaf not saying more than she expected him to say, Elsa turned the stove off, her other hand squeezing Olaf's shoulder. "You always wrinkle your nose up when you have something bothering you. Come now, spit it out. Or does your Ma have to come down and get you to speak?"

Olaf chuckled, taking Elsa's hand off his shoulder. He opened the top counter, grabbing the few utensils and plates for dinner. "It's fine, Mom. I'll just… talk when it's time for dinner."

"Well, it is time for dinner. Get down here, both of you monkeys!" she yelled at the two occupants upstairs. Seeing how his mother had been able to loosen up a bit relieved Olaf. She had always been a worrywart, always taking care of things in the earliest moment even when deadlines aren't even close. Especially, Elsa always wanted to make sure Olaf was the best at everything. Even health. But that was what made Elsa a great mother - and Olaf was a thousand times thankful for that.

Setting up the table, in the background, all Olaf could hear were footsteps stomping down the stairs. Then high pitched giggles echoed through the hall. Here she comes.

"Owaf!"

With a big smile, the big brother quickly approached the stairs to allow his little sister to jump right into his arms. "Hey, sis."

"Owaf! I helped Mama!" she giggled, her small hands placed flat on his cheek. Gods, he could just feel all the dust and muck on her hands, prompting the young man to quickly pull away.

"Yucky, Katie. Why didn't you wash your hands?"

Katie tilted her head for a silent moment, and began laughing. Her hands, in a more aggressive manner, began patting Olaf's cheeks again. "Dirty, dirty!"

"Ugh, Ma! Mom! Come get her, Jesus Christ!"

"What, you don't like a little sweat, dust, and spiders on you?" The familiar sound of his Ma's voice sounded as she slowly walked down the stairs, passing the two children, but not without running her hands through Katie's hair. "Hey, honey, dinner's ready?"

"S-Spiders?" Olaf blinked, immediately putting his sister down. "What spiders?! Oh my God, get that shit off me! Oh God, Katie, get away from me!"

"Spooder!"

"Olaf, language! What did I just say?!" Elsa yelled. "And settle down, the three of you. I'm going to get a headache from all the yelling."

Gritting his teeth, he glared at his little sister who was already prancing away to Elsa. Sighing, he realized little kids - especially younger siblings would always get on his nerves. He had been a kid once, but he doubted he was ever this much of a brat. Still, with all his heart, as a big brother, he was willing to give anything and everything to Katie just so he could see her smile. That's what being a big brother was all about, right? The protection, the love… no matter how irritating some things could be.

Once dinner was ready, the family sat together - his parents sitting by each other's side, Olaf sitting across from them, and Katie just… waltzing around the house with food in her mouth. She was an energetic little girl, and luckily, neither was she a very picky eater when it came to her mother's food. In silence, with the background noise coming from the evening news on the television and Katie's obnoxious singing, Olaf began picking on his plate, eyes completely drawn to it.

The two parents looked at each other in silence, eyebrows arched in curiosity. Olaf continued to tap his fork against his plate, letting out a huge sigh.

"Uh… monkey, are you okay?"

Olaf immediately lifted his head up at Anna's voice, seeing the concern written on both of their expressions. Of course, Anna, especially, seemed to be the most worried. "O-Oh, I'm… I'm fine. Just…" He paused slightly, contemplating what to say, what to do… and ultimately, he finally placed his fork down, his hands getting under the table. "So… do you want the good news or… so-so news?"

Again, the two parents gazed at each other as if a stranger was talking to them. And not even a moment later, Anna slowly put her utensils down, folding her hands together. "Okay, let's hear the good news."

Well, the good news was easy to tell, of course. Smiling tightly, Olaf got up to rummage through his backpack on the couch, finding a letter in his hand. Coming back to the table, immediately he noticed Elsa's eyes widening, her mouth agape as her eyes fell to the single paper in his hand.

"Olaf, have you…"

Although, knowing that he should be happy, Olaf felt his heart was going to burst out of nervousness. "Here, for you."

Elsa was never an impatient person, but right then, she almost acted like a child opening her first Christmas gift, except it was a college acceptance letter instead. She quickly snatched the letter out of his hand with urgency. Of course, Anna was just as happy, but it had always been Elsa's dream for Olaf to go to the college that Elsa had gone to… and they both knew if Olaf was able to get into the top five colleges, it was just absolutely telling how smart their little boy was.

Elsa didn't need to even read the letter fully. The moment her eyes scanned to the word 'congratulations', her expression quickly softened. "Oh, baby, I'm so proud of you. Congratulations, sweetheart."

"Wait, wait, let me see!" Anna grabbed the letter from her hand, squinting as she quickly scanned her eyes over the paper. Once she was done, a huge smile crossed her face with joy. "Wow… Olaf, are you serious?! You made it! To Cornell!"

Feeling Elsa wrapping her arms around him, all Olaf could feel was the heaviness of his heart grow even more. The thing that he needed to say… was creeping closer, and even though he knew his college acceptance was a big deal, he wasn't going to be too excited because he was confident he was going to get in. Of course, his excitable mothers, also knowing that he was going to get in, still congratulated him in all the manner that he had expected.

"Oh, Olaf…" Elsa cupped his face with her hand. "We need to celebrate. Hm? What do you say? Where do you want to go? What do you want to eat -"

"M-Mom," he chuckled, taking Elsa's hand off him, "it's fine. It's just college acceptance…"

"Olaf, it's not just an acceptance!" Anna responded. "You're going to an Ivy League, Olaf! Aren't you excited?"

"Uh… yeah." He couldn't help it. There were so many things that were occupying his mind that he didn't even feel excited. The happiness and joyful atmosphere finally died down, and Elsa slowly pulled away in concern.

"Olaf? What's wrong?" was the blonde's question.

Uneasiness began to quickly settle in. "Can we… sit for a moment? Ma?"

"Yeah, sure…" Anna responded, dragging each word out, as if, confused. Slowly, as they all sat together, the parents being the quietest, and Olaf's brain working to organize his thoughts, he gulped. Folding his hands together, he realized… this shouldn't have been hard. This should never have been hard when he knew how in love and wonderful his parents had been all these years. So what if Olaf enjoyed company? What if Olaf wanted to be with someone and have fun? Ah, that was exactly what he was worried about.

As gentle and pleasing his parents were, sometimes… things just couldn't get through to them, and Olaf had to get over it. But this? This… he knew he'd have to fight for if they refused.

"So…" he began, his voice cracking anxiously. "You guys know I'm seventeen. I'm almost an adult. Almost graduating. I'm gonna be a valedictorian as well. I think I've accomplished a lot of things, and I know you guys are very proud of me. I also know I live under this roof, so I'm happy that you're able to give me some independence to do the things I want to do, but within reason."

"Olaf, just spill it. What do you need?" Anna urged.

The guy puffed his cheeks out in a puff. "It's not about what I need -"

"Okay, do you have a problem? Are you sick? Is school stressing you out -"

"No -"

"Do you need money? Your mother and I could give you a bit, you just gotta ask -"

"I HAVE A DATE!" he finally let out, but it prompted nothing other than silence.

"WHAT?!" Hands slammed against the table, prompting utensils to clank against each other.

"Whoa… what?"

The two reactions - completely opposite from each other had completely thrown Olaf off. Of course, his oldest mother would react like an overprotective mom, screaming that one word like Olaf was actually sick. Obviously, Elsa was the one person that he was worried about the most in terms of how she was going to react, and right now… it was just not a good start.

"Oh my god… you're dating?!" Elsa scoffed. "Olaf, how old are you -"

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down, honey," Anna placed her hand on Elsa's back, still with a perfect smile on her face. "God, you know how your mother gets. Don't worry, we're not against it."

"Anna, how could you say that?!" The blonde slapped her arm gently. "We haven't even talked to him about… we haven't given him that talk!"

Immediately the boy blushed, knowing exactly what Elsa was referring to. "M-Mom, I have sex ed in school, it's fine -"

"Oh my God, Olaf, is she cute?" Anna interrupted, "When did you guys meet? Where?"

"Ma -"

"Ooh, have we met her? What's her name? Is she older than you? Younger than you? I hope she's younger -"

"Ma!"

"Olaf, I'm so excited for you! I thought your mother and I have to introduce a girl to you, but you did it on your own!"

"A guy…" Olaf mumbled.

Anna blinked. "A what?"

He curled himself up even more, unable to meet his parents' eyes. "My date… is a guy."

"A fry."

"N-No, a guy."

"What?"

"Anna, your son is going on a date with a boy -" Elsa said with annoyance, and for a moment, there wasn't another word that had come out of both of their mouths, and Olaf could already sense the shock even without looking at them. Honestly, he felt… a bit ashamed. He had never said anything about his own sexuality to his parents - even if he knew they would always accept him for who he was, but there was always something so very scary about coming out as… well, he wasn't sure what he was coming out as. He never bothered to label himself because it didn't matter to him.

With tears nearly coating his eyes, he took the courage to look at both of his parents. As expected, they were frozen in their spot, looking at each other. "Are you… mad?"

Elsa softly placed her hand on Olaf's across the table, concern written all over her expression, but for a short period, Olaf thought he saw relief drawn in her eyes. "Olaf… is that what's bothering you? The fact that you're dating a boy?"

He shrugged. "I wasn't sure how you were gonna take it…"

"Olaf, that's… God, how can I say this? I… first of all, I'm proud of you for telling us. Secondly, you'll always be accepted, baby. Look at your mother and I, darling. We would never ever try to dictate who you're dating unless they hurt you, got it?"

"But… you sound like you don't even want me to date."

Elsa raised eyebrows and smile fell just a moment after. "You're young, Olaf. I… I know I should let you experience more, but as your mother, I just want you to be safe and careful." She turned to Anna, whispering, "We should've given him the talk years ago. Look what happened!"

"Mom, I'm right here!" he groaned, rolling his eyes. "Ugh, I'm not… I'm not gonna… you know."

Anna immediately gasped, slamming her palm against the table. "Wait, I got just the thing." Like a rocket, she quickly shot up from her seat, heading towards the cabinet in the living room. Though, even Olaf knew she was up to no good with how excited his Ma was. Curiosity still took the better of him - always - whenever Anna would be up and running with excitement. He glanced at his blonde mother, and while Olaf didn't feel particularly judgy, it was all clearly shown on Elsa's face.

"Anna, what are you doing?"

"Ah-hah!" She raised herself up, a small box laid in her hand. "I knew this was going to come in handy someday."

"Ma, what are you talking about?"

Finding herself striding towards him, Anna quickly winked at her son, placing the box right on the table. At first glance, it seemed like nothing, but the moment Olaf noticed the words "Trojan 'Bare Skin'", his ears quickly flared red with embarrassment.

"Olaf, you're a grown man now." She patted his shoulder, puffing her chest out proudly. "Your mother and I are getting old. Don't worry, we'll teach you everything that you need to know -"

"Ma! Ew!" Olaf swatted her hand off him.

"Anna, when did you even get condoms?! And, don't put that on the dining table, for God's sake!"

The redhead frowned at her wife. "What?! You're not gonna make him go in bare, are you?!"

"Oh my God, Anna." Horrified, Elsa slapped her hand against her forehead. At this rate, all Olaf could feel was pity for his own mother. Oh, he knew his Ma could sometimes be too much to handle, and the fact that Elsa was so tolerant and patient of that made him question how she could deal with his Ma for nearly twenty years now.

Swallowing, Olaf quickly recovered from his embarrassment with a clumsy smile. Seeing his parents' playful banter was almost always relieving to see. He had realized, in the past, the whole family was so dysfunctional, he was beginning to feel envy for his little sister because she had never experienced something so traumatic. And now, knowing that his parents would still cuddle and kiss from time to time gave him relief because at least, after these many years, they were still in love with each other. In love and watching me grow…

"Olaf?"

The man blinked. "Y-Yeah?"

Anna arched a brow in concern. "You know I was only half joking -"

"Fully joking, Anna."

"Fully joking about the condom thing right? Uh, we're not pressuring you to do anything. Just…" For once, Anna's expression grew stern. "Be careful, okay?"

"Y-Yeah, I know. But it's just… a date, man. I'm not gonna -" Oh, what was the point of even talking about this anymore? He always knew his Ma's jokes could get a little out of hand sometimes. He cleared his throat, switching glances between the two parents. "Uh, actually, I was thinking, you know… when I was younger, when you two were still divorced… I-I don't know." He wrung his fingers together in a nervous touch. "Have you thought of having… kids?"

The two parents eyed each other immediately, almost as if that question never really crossed their mind. Though, it was obvious that the question wasn't an easy question to answer, because, in a way, Elsa and Anna had been so wrapped up with the then-significant other that the thought of having kids with them seemed… natural. They could've had kids during their periods apart, having to fall deeply in love with their partner. Only, because they were still so close to each other, they both knew they didn't want… kids.

Olaf was wary as he glanced between the two and only noticed how much Anna's face had fallen. The hand on his shoulder slowly fell, and she slowly came to sit beside Elsa. With eyes on the table, fingers anxiously knitted together, a smile slowly emerged.

"Let's see… you were about seven when it all happened. Your mother and I made a lot of mistakes… and the road of healing just took too long, but we endured it for each other. Kids, though? We couldn't do that to ourselves. Not to you." She looked right at him with all her love and devotion. "We were always looking out for you. Protecting you. Remember how you ran away from home?"

Olaf nodded with uncertainty. "Vaguely."

"I spanked you back then, despite my best judgment, because I cared." She leaned over, ruffling his hair roughly. "Because if I lost you, it would be on me. Now how could we ever have another kid… if we couldn't take care of you? Hm? We had Katie… because we realized how fast you've grown up, and because it was just going to be a start of a new beginning for all of us."

Olaf nodded, and while… sure, he wouldn't understand much of their reasoning for the things that had happened and would happen in the future, but in his heart, one thing he was most certain about was the love of his parents for him. "I… see."

"Olaf," Elsa started. "Have you fallen in love? Is this why you're asking us stuff like this?"

He shrugged.

Sighing, Elsa took on his other hand, free from any hold. "You know, your mother and I were really young when we both got married. I always thought back then… it was a mistake. Now I know that it isn't. But if you are in love, we are fully out here to support you."

"What's his name, Olaf?" his Ma questioned, her expression as gentle as ever. Oh, there was nothing more that Olaf wanted than to see both of his mothers being happy and accepting of him.

"Marshall. His name is Marshall."

A/N: and that's a wrap, folks! I hope everyone enjoyed reading this fic... and if you all want, turn your attention to my most recent one 'crash'!