Rowan PoV

It was the end of the summer holidays again, Soph was proper showing at this point, but that was because she was about 4 months pregnant, Bee had settled in properly, which I was very happy about, obviously because she's my best friend, Mykie came out as Trans, though honestly she has more guts than me, and I'm still depressed as fuck, (obviously).

It was a couple of months before Dad and Papa were going to get married, (because it was legal for them to properly marry each other now), and so they were quite busy with planning that, (because weddings actually take a lot of fucking planning my dudes).

We were all getting ready for school, (like you do), Bianca, Sophie and I were all worried as fuck about our GCSE's, (because we were going into year 11 which was the year of the big GCSE exams).

"Why does everyone look like they're going to be hung or something?"

"Dad, it's GCSE year, which means Sophie, Bianca and I will be in my heights worth of coursework, which is a lot of fucking coursework, because they think that we should live, breath and sleep school even though most people hate it for that very specific reason"

"Well I find that if you take notes from every class, it shouldn't be too much information to remember"

"I actually sometimes forget that both you and Papa actually did your GCSE's"

"Gee thanks Ro, I feel so fucking old now"

"But you feel old in September anyway because you are being reminded that we're that much closer to being an adult Dadala"

"I didn't know that was actually a thing with parents"

"It's totally a thing with most parents, especially the younger parents because they were sooo!! young when we were born Bee"

"Rowan!, I swear to god that this better not be a fucking dig at me"

"No, of course not Dad, I'm just stating facts though"

"You're a little shit"

"I love you too"

I started to jump on the couch, because I was in a jokey mood that morning, even with going back to school, which was unusual for me since I was normally bloody miserable.

"Rowan!, don't jump on the bloody couch!"

"Why not Daddyo?"

"Because if the couch breaks then you're paying for it Kiddiwink"

"Ok I'm off the bloody couch"

"I thought so"

"I'm sorry that I'm broke"

I stuck my tongue out at Dad, 'cause I thought that it would've been funny to do so, Dad did it back to me, because we had a banter filled relationship.

"I bet that a new teacher is going to think that I'm in year 7"

"Seriously Ro?"

"Yes Dad, it happens every single year, and every single year Mrs Day has to explain to the newbie teachers that I am in fact not in year 7"

"Jesus"

"I know, anyway wish me luck"

"(Snorts), good luck Kiddo"

"That was so fucking sarcastic that it was painful"

So Soph, Mykie, Bee and I walked out the front door and headed to school, because that's what we needed to do.