Laura's suit pockets are filling up with little slips of paper detailing her mistakes, the Olympic Carrier foremost among them.
In the bit of privacy her personal quarters offer, she reveals her terminal cancer diagnosis to Lee, and, if she were a different sort of woman, the memory of what followed would make her blush. Sliding her hand across the cooling sheet his body recently vacated, she smiles and hums quietly to herself, recalling his hands and lips all over her body.
Tomorrow, she thinks, she'll add one more slip of paper to the rest, with the name Lee Adama written in her careful script.
One thing she can say for certain; he is her favorite mistake.
