A/N: This is just gonna be a little story I'll use as my out for writer's block. It may be updated a little less frequently than the others, but I hope you guys will enjoy it nonetheless.

Disclaimer: Any unoriginal character in this story is not mine. The original ones are.

"Momma, where do babies come from?"

Casey's eyes widen instantly as she stares blankly into the file that she's reading. The question doesn't register in her brain until a full three and a half seconds later, and she quickly looks away from the folder and down at her six year old daughter.

"Um…what did you say?" the words stumble out of Casey's mouth like blocks tumbling down a flight of stairs. Never in her entire life, has she been more stumped by a question.

Aubrey purses her lips and crosses her arms obviously not liking the amount of time there her mother is taking to answer the question. Honestly, why can't people hear her the first time so she doesn't have to ask again?

"I said where do babies come from?" she asks again, this time expecting an answer.

Casey puts down the folder and rubs the back of her neck nervously. This is obviously the question that nearly every parent dreads, because they simply do not know when it will be ask. Well, that and they just don't know how to answer it, especially if the child is at such a young age.

"Um….well…what made you ask?" she responds hoping that Aubrey will back off. She deflates in defeat when little blonde girl purses her lips once again and narrows her eyes. 'Oh my god, I'm not sure who's more like Alex, this one or the other demon child we have upstairs…'

"Because, I wanna know! Andy at school said that babies came from space pods but I don't believe him, because I know I didn't come from a space pod. So…where do babies come from?"

Casey frowns and pinches the bridge of her noses. Why can't some kids keep their mouths shut just so they could make her job so much easier? Truth be told, she really doesn't know how to answer her daughter, and it doesn't look like she's going to be giving up anytime soon.

"Well…you see….babies come from…" then there is a long pause. 'Fuck, I really don't know how to answer this. Why couldn't she just ask me about anything else? Like something about Santa Claus? THAT I could answer!'

She and Aubrey stare at each other for probably a good five minutes simply because Casey doesn't know what to say and Aubrey really expects her question to be answered.

Casey opens her mouth to say something, anything, when she hears the feint jingle of keys and the sound of the door opening. She is staring hopefully at the foyer when she sees Alex walk into the living room. Salvation. She shoots off of the couch and quickly scampers over to her wife and kisses her on the cheek.

"Hi baby, how are you? How was your day? Well that's wonderful!" she says hurriedly, not giving the blonde to get a word in.

"Momma, what about my question?" Aubrey whines stomping her foot.

"Oh yeah! Um, ask your Mommy, I gotta go…do that thing…that I need to do…" and with that Casey quickly disappears up the stairs.

Alex frowns and looks down at her daughter who is staring up at her expectantly. She is exceptionally curious about what Aubrey has to ask her. Six year olds are the beginning of that curious stage, and Aubrey's imagination and curiosity never ceases to amaze her mothers.

Alex sits her stuff down and sits on the sofa, beckoning for Aubrey to sit next to her.

"What do you need to ask me, sweetie?" she asks confidently, because she can answer pretty much anything.

Aubrey turns towards her mother and sighs exasperatedly. "I wanna know where babies come from. Momma wouldn't answer, so she said ask you, so….Where do babies come from?"

Okay, maybe anything except that. The question renders Alex absolutely speechless and her eyes dart around the room as she tries to come up with an answer. It is then that she realizes why exactly Casey bailed out of the room so fast.

But unlike Casey, Alex refuses to back down from the challenge of explaining to Aubrey about where babies come from. Or at least coming up with some sort of believable alternative story until she's old enough.

"Um…did you ask your sister?" Alex asks in reference to their almost fifteen year old daughter Megan. She wants to make sure that Aubrey's head hasn't been filled with some sort of bizarre story that is going to be literally impossible to turn around.

Aubrey shakes her head, as if realizing for the first time that she didn't ask her older sister her question. "No…this boy at school just told me that babies came from space pods, but I said that I didn't believe him. Then I asked Momma, but she wouldn't answer…"

Alex nods her head and taps her chin for a moment. She's confident that she can answer the question appropriately, and her answer is going to be much better than space pods.

"Oh…well, you see…here's where babies come from…"

Later on that Evening

"You told her that babies come from the baby fairy…" Megan states as she and Alex finish cleaning up the table from dinner.

"Hey, it was the only thing that I could come up with at the moment! She really wanted to know, and then I would have not only had to explain to her where babies come from but then knowing Aubrey she would have asked how babies are made, and that would have brought up the question about how we had the two of you, and it's just too much for a child her age!"

Megan eyes her blonde mother suspiciously and then shakes her head. "I still can't believe you of all people would come up with something like 'the baby fairy'…that sounds like something mom would say."

Alex nods her head but then stops. "No, your mom just ran. That coward, she had it all planned too. I'll tell Aubrey where babies really come from when she's older. How old were you when I told you?"

"I was five, and you didn't tell me, Abbie did…" Megan deadpans.

Alex stops what she's doing and looks at her daughter with an unreadable expression on her face. She pauses for a moment before shaking her head and continuing to wash the dishes.

"I really do question leaving that woman around my children." She murmurs thinking about all of the vulgar things Abbie has probably implanted into Megan's brain.

"Aw, but she's cool, as opposed to you and Mom who are super lame."

Alex scoffs and folds her arms tightly. "I am not lame! I can be pretty cool when I wanna be!"

Megan rolls her eyes while shaking her head. "Your definition of cool is hanging out all day watching reruns of Perry Mason and Matlock…and don't even get me started on Mom."

"So tell me Megan, what is your definition of cool? Would you rather I walk out of the house with a two inch mini skirt and go run around with you and your friend's at the mall?"

At this Megan pales and quickly shakes her head. "Oh my god no, all of my friends are afraid of you anyway!"

Alex frowns and gives her daughter a look of confusion. "Your friend's are afraid of me?"

Megan blinks and nods her head. "Duh! You're a lawyer! That automatically makes everyone afraid of you, including my friends."

"So…is that cool? That I am scary to people?" Alex questions seriously.

Megan sighs and shakes her head, putting the last dish away. "Sure Mother…that's cool." She says giggling before exiting the kitchen.

Alex frowns deeply as she dries her hands, all the while thinking about her conversation with her eldest daughter.

"I'm cool…and I am most definitely not scary…"

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