A/N Okay, I thought this was going to be a one-shot. Some fluffy, mindless entertainment to help get over my WB. But, thanks to a few comments from a few funny as heck readers, I am adding a chapter.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Syfy.


Jeannie moved out of bed, lifting the heavy arm that was splayed across her. She quietly padded to the bathroom, washing her face, combing her hair and brushing her teeth. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, remembering back to all those times she scolded the girls for not brushing. Some nights feeling like a chore to get them to practice proper hygiene.

She smiled as she wrapped herself in the old terry cloth robe Myka and Tracy had given her for mother's day so many years ago. She tighten her sash as she leaned over, kissing her husband's forehead as he snored.

Her hand was steady on the old oak banister of the stairs as she quietly made her way to the kitchen. Her eyes widen in surprise at the lights that broke through the darkness of the hallway. She peeked her head around the wall, then leaning against it. Watching her oldest daughter fumble with the coffee maker. She covered her smirk as she listened to Myka curse, watching her try her best to prepare the morning meal.

Oranges were half sliced, bacon starting to burn in her mother's cast iron skillet as Myka tried to dig out the broken shells of the eggs she cracked in the bowl.

"Good morning," Jeannie said as she entered the kitchen, wanting to relieve her daughter's frustrations at trying to make breakfast.

Myka jumped, knocking the bowl of eggs over on the counter, "Geezers, Mom, you scared the hell out of me!"

"Language, young lady," she said, trying to repress her smile. "Go, sit," nodding to the chairs at the table. "Not as easy as it looks?" Jeannie said as she cleaned the eggs up, then smiling as the coffee maker chimed.

"Black?" she smiled as she set two cups down on the table. Myka shyly looking up as she grabbed the cup. "Milk, please?"

"I'm surprised, most grownups take it black," Jeannie said as she placed the cow shaped dispenser down on the table. Myka's eyes widen over the rim of her mug.

"What did that brat Tracy, tell you about Helena and I?"

Jeannie mulled over her response, not looking at Myka as she set the burnt pan of bacon in the sink. Her shoulders rose as she sighed, her throat dry as she turned around to face her daughter.

"Is there something I should know?" her hand shaking just a bit as she lifted the cup of coffee to her lips. Sitting down across from her, her hand sliding on top of her daughters, her thumb gently rubbing the top of a clenched fist.

"Talk to me, Myka." Jeannie giving a soft smile. "Something has changed since London,"

"Sort of," Myka shrugged, her eyes down cast at her mug, watching the cream swirl around in the black liquid.

"Sort of? It seems to me that if someone has decided to up their roots, moving from one country to another, transfer from Oxford to attend Harvard. That it might be more than a 'sort of' situation," Jeannie smiled as she sipped her coffee.

She watched as her daughter fidgeted with her mug of coffee, seeing her blush rise along with her walls. She sighed, then taking a long draw from her mug; she eyed her first born as she cleared her throat.

"I was not, a pristine flower, when your father and I married. As a matter of fact, that night, after your father had asked me to marry him, we…" Jeannie was cut off by the choking from her daughter. She rushed to the sink, filling a glass with water. Then rubbing Myka's back as she watched her sip the water.

"Mom," Myka choked, coughing a bit, and then sipping her water, watching as her mom sat down next to her.

"I am just saying that this HG woman must be very special to you. That the next day, when you came back to the hotel, I could tell something special had happen,"

"How? I mean, how could you tell?" Myka still looking down, her fingers playing with her glass of water.

"Call it mother's intuition. Besides, I am so proud of you waiting for that special one," She winked.

"This is so strange, and really uncomfortable," Myka chuckled, her eyes lifting with that smile that was spreading across her lips. "She so wonderful, kind and smart. Mom, she is so smart and beautiful. I can't wait for you to meet her," Myka smiled to her mother. "Thank you for not making this so uncomfortable,"

"What is uncomfortable?" the sound of her father's voice booming through the small kitchen as he came in. Not bother to look at ether one of them as he poured his coffee. "Mother, did you burn something?"

"No, dad. I was just …" Jeannie's hand squeezing hard to stop her daughter further.

"Not to worry, some bacon just got away from me," she winked to her daughter as she got up, cleaning the pan, then starting up a fresh batch of the pork belly delight.

"Say there, girl?"

"Yes, sir?" Myka snapped, straightening up at his commanding voice.

"Didn't you say something last night about needing the car? Something about picking some girl up?" he was mumbling into his coffee as he dug into his pockets.

"I think she already is past that point," Tracy snarking as she bounced into the kitchen, her smug face beaming at Myka.

'You are so dead' Myka mumbled as she shot up, grabbing the keys from her dad.

"Myka Ophelia Bering!" Myka stopping dead in her tracks at the voice.

"Warren!"

"Now now, mother. The girl needs to learn manners," his hand raised as the room stilled.

Tracy mouthed a 'sorry' to Myka as they all sat down at the table.

"This Helen woman,"

"Helena," Myka corrected.

Warren just grumbled as he stared at his first born, "This woman will come to this house and you will make a proper introduction, to this family. Am I understood?" his face stern but the glint in his eyes shone at his girl.

"Yes sir," she swallowed, her eyes darting to the clock on the wall.

"Some where you need to be?" Warren saying as he sipped his coffee. "I did not raise my girls to be late,"

Myka grinned as she shot up, sticking her tongue out to Tracy as she grabbed the keys.

"Better save that for later, you'll need it," Tracy snarked as she crossed her arms.


Myka paced, her eyes darting to the arrival board every few seconds. "Un effing believable," she whispered to herself. The thoughts of her parents, 'doing it' almost made her gag as she paced the entrance to the arrival area of the airport.

Myka smiled as she spotted those black raven locks dart through the crowd, her smile wide. "My, darling," Helena sighed as she dropped her carry on, her arms wrapping around the taller woman's neck.

Their kiss was searing, their hands searching out bare skin as their lips became one. Myka broke away, her eyes darting to the looks from the others around them.

"Screw them," Helena whispered, turning Myka's head to meet for the heavenly lips she had been dreaming about. Myka ducked her head away, her blush rising as her eyes darted to the looks.

"Am I your girl?" Helena whispered, her fingers tentatively stroking Myka's cheek. Myka nodding a soft yes.

"Of course you are," Myka's eyebrows furring as she stared at the woman.

"Then do not worry what the world thinks, your heart is all that matters," those soft lips nipping down and around her jaw.

"Let's get out of here," Myka said breathlessly as her fingers entangled in the Brits, her other grabbing the carry on as she dragged them both out of the airport.

Helena kept looking side eyed at her beauty as they drove; her fingers had confiscated her free hand as they drove. "I found this quaint B&B near the coast for us," Myka said, raising their fingers, kissing them as she drove into the bright sun.

"And?" Helena replied, knowing something was off.

Myka sighed heavily, her head leaning on her hand that rested next to the window, 'They, my family, my mom and dad, may have hinted at wanting to meet you," her words escaping in a shaky sigh, her eyes darting to gauge Helena's reaction.

"You do realize, darling. That I have a bit of charm about me?"

Myka nodding her head, a look of trepidation flashing, "And?" Myka smirked as she pulled the car into the parking lot of the seaside B&B.

"My love, I realize that we have been seeing one another but for a few months. But, I have never been more secure in my knowledge that I want to spend the rest of my life with you,"

"Is that a proposal?" Myka chuckled nervously as she grabbed their bags from the trunk of the car, her shoulder protesting at the weight of the bags as they walked to the lobby of the B&B.

"Did I not relive your worry that night as you gave your most precious gift to me?" Helena's voice laced with the sound of regret and nervousness.

Myka stopped, the bags dropping out of her hands, her face frozen with a hidden fear. The thud of the bags echoed through the lobby, all heads snapping to them.

"Baby?" Myka whispered as her hands cradled Helena's face.

"I knew, from the second I met you, not even knowing your name, that I would give you my everything," Myka's voice cracking as she brushed her lips against Helena's.

Soft lips pushed as the urgency built, a throat clearing broke the two lovers apart. "And whom do I have the pleasure of interrupting?" A shy smile was met with a harsh blush from the taller woman. The smaller of the two smirking as she crossed her arms.

"Um, Bering? I made a reservation?" Myka was blushing, Helena starting to worry of all the blood rushing to her face would cause her love to pass out.

Helena took the lead, signing the book, taking the keys and nodding at all the amenities and local sites to the young woman behind the desk. Her eyes darting every few seconds to Myka, to make sure that sexy, furious blush was subsiding. She would catch Myka playing with the hem of her shirt while she listens to the woman ramble.

"Finally," Helena whispered under her breath as they were able to make their retreat to the secluded cabin down the worn trail. "My darling, this is perfect," Helena whispered next to Myka's ear as they pushed the door to the cabin open.

Helena's last fleeting thought mingled in her mind, her fingers threading through thick curls as her hips jumped at the flick of the tongue. She could feel the worry and strains of thought as her love snuggled next to after she had cursed the gods themselves as Myka unnerved her very being.

"What has you troubled?" Helena asked, humming as she threaded her fingers through unruly curls.

"My family," Myka sighed, her long legs wrapping around toned thighs as her arm wrapped over the firm waist. Her face nuzzling into the crook of the soft neck.

"They want to meet you,"

"When?" Helena gulped. Her face nuzzling under the soft jaw, her resolve running away as she nipped at the soft skin.

"Before class starts?" Myka shrugged, her hips starting a slow rhythm as Helena shifted on top.

"Well, that would seem prudent, considering we are going to share a flat whilst studying for our masters," Helena trying to keep her voice steady as her hips started to buck at the glorious feel.

"More, baby, please," the plea was matched by the tug of fingers in her hair.

"For you… anything" Helena's breath was escaping reason.

The owner paused, her hand lifted before she knocked.

The moans of love caused the callused owner to shiver, placing the fresh towels in front of the door, she smiled as words of love flooded, creeping under the cracks of the door.

"If only," she sighed.