After a long day of work at the station, Nicole tries to enter the homestead without a sound. She had peered through the window, as she walked up to the house, her girlfriend of a year, Waverly, laid peacefully asleep on the couch. Stopping to take her boots off, and hang her coat up, the red head looks into the lounge, smiling as Waverly, mumbles in her sleep. Making her way over to the smaller girl, Nicole leans down, kissing Waverly's forehead softly. The younger of the two stirring, her eyes blinking heavily with sleep, not saying anything. The brunette shuffles back, sitting up slightly, causing a chuckle from the taller woman inviting the older woman to sit with her. "Let me change, I'll be right down." Nicole mumbles, kissing Waverly softly. Receiving a nod, the older woman, makes her way up the stairs, as if on autopilot, into her girlfriend's bedroom.
Upon entering the lounge, after showering and changing, the taller woman, finds Netflix set up on the TV, her girlfriend sitting up, trying to decide which movie to watch. The red head smiles, slipping into the kitchen, making her way around the, now familiar kitchen, as she gathers everything for hot cocoa. Balancing a bowl of popcorn and two mugs of hot cocoa, Nicole, enters the lounge, properly this time, placing the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table, handing a mug straight to Waverly. "Thanks baby," Waverly mumbles, holding the mug close to her chest, sighing in content at its warmth. "You are welcome, Waves." The older of the two replies, her eyes floating to the TV screen, the opening credits of 'Harry Potter,' roll over the screen. Shuffling over, Nicole wraps an arm around Waverly's shoulder, drawing the smaller woman closer. An hour later, the popcorn is finished, and the cocoa drunk, the two women, now lay cuddled up on the couch, Waverly laying against the back of the couch, her arms wrapped around Nicole, while the officers hand runs through the brunette tresses, both watching the movie.
A few hours later, another person enters the house, her baby daughter, cradled in her arms. She hangs her coat up, holding on to the new born. Stepping into the lounge, her heart melts, lying asleep on the couch is her baby sister and her girlfriend. Smiling softly, she lays her daughter down in the baby swing, before covering the two sleeping women with a blanket. Stepping out of the room, she grabs her phone, taking a photo for the memory book. Not wanting to wake the sleeping women, she picks up her daughter, making for the stairs, deciding she would send the picture to the girls tomorrow.