All right, the story behind this trilogy is extremely weird. It started off as three separate, unrelated fics. Then it turned into two different stories, although I was planning on giving one a prequel. But I'm lazy, so I didn't, and now it's all been rolled together into a trilogy. Oddly enough, the last two installments were actually written first, so I had to modify some events in them to work with this fic. But enough of that. THIS fic begins during 'Ghost'. Established CO, and...
I may or may not be able to update these next few days. My only internet will be from my 3DS, and it'll be kind of difficult to update, but I'll try! ...no promises, though...
Prologue
Yesterday, Olivia had gotten the news that her wife's brother had died. Yesterday, her wife had started crying and hadn't stopped, and it was breaking her heart. Only one thing could bring a smile to her wife's face, and Olivia intended to make her happy, no matter how hard it was."Hey," Olivia said softly as she slipped out of their bedroom, "Sara, come over here."
The little girl looked up from where she had been playing in the kitchen and walked over to Olivia. "Mommy?" she asked, peaking around the detective to look into her parents' bedroom, where her other mother was still lying on her back, sniffling slightly as tears fell silently down her cheeks. "Mom's still sad, isn't she?"
Olivia nodded. "Yeah, she is. But you know what always cheers her up? Telling your favorite story about how we got together and got you. Do me a favor and ask her to tell it; it always make her smile."
At the prospect of hearing her favorite story, Sara nodded eagerly and bounced into the room, jumping up onto the bed and lying down next to her mother. "Mom?" she asked as the woman wrapped an arm around her tiny shoulders.
"Sara, I'm sorry… if you need something, can you please ask Mommy? I'm not really-"
"Mom, how did you and Mommy meet?" Sara interrupted, prompting a small laugh from the body next to her.
Running a hand through Sara's light brown curls, her mother nodded and smiled slightly to herself. "Your mother put you up to this, didn't she?" Sara nodded mutely, and the woman sighed and nodded. "Of course she did. I'm sure she's right outside the door waiting to see what'll happen. Thanks, Olivia!" she called, and the detective stepped out from her hiding place behind the door and shrugged.
"Anytime."
Rolling her eyes and smiling, the woman continued playing with Sara's hair. "Well, I can't disappoint you, Sara, you know that. So, ten years ago…"
