Delphine bit her lip nervously. Even sitting across from her at the table, Cosima didn't notice. She hadn't mentioned the burnt edges of the chicken. Delphine wouldn't consider herself as amazing chef, but she never burnt dinner. Tonight, she was distracted.

She had convinced herself that Cosima would tell her about Taylor when she was ready. She had made Scott promise not to utter a word, wanting Cosima to bring it up on her own. Forcing an explanation wouldn't bring them closer, it would only cause hesitation for Cosima to confide in Scott.

"We'll just fly over there," Cosima announced.

"Our first red eye. That's oddly romantic," Delphine teased.

"Who's the cheeky one now?" Cosima whispered, making Delphine laughed. She stood, clearing the plates.

"Don't go," Cosima whined, clutching at Delphine's oversized cardigan.

"You're silly. I'm just cleaning up so we can relax." She reached a hand to scratch Cosima's dreadlocks.

"Did you tell Scott we'll be taking time out of work?"

"Time off," Cosima corrected. "And yes."

"Did they give you a schedule? What events they'll have?"

"Events? It's just a reunion."

"But it's a weekend. They wrote drinks and dinner and dancing..."

Cosima stood as Delphine started the dishwasher, putting her hands on the blonde's hips. "You don't have to plan it all, Del."

"I just want it to be perfect for you," Delphine whispered, embarrassed. "And I want you to have time to rest."

"None of them are to know I'm sick so stop treating me as if I am."

Delphine bit her lip nervously. It was hard for her not to worry.

"Come to bed," Cosima whispered, sensing the blonde's hesitation. Delphine nodded and followed.

"You don't have to worry about me with this," Cosima whispered, touching Delphine's cheek.

"It is my job to worry-" she stopped herself, sighing. "That's a poor choice of words-"

"No, it's accurate."

"I don't keep you safe because of the money," Delphine frowned. "I don't want another monitor to look at you or touch you or care for you when you're sick..."

"You are so jealous," Cosima realized, her eyes widened.

"I'm not jealous!"

"Ugh, it is so hot that I can't take it..." Cosima purred. "I can't wait to show you off and prove to those assholes how incredibly lucky I am."

"Cosima," Delphine chastised. "About that..."

Cosima sighed, knowing whatever she was about to say wouldn't be good.

"You know I'm the lucky one, right? When you left me... I ... I lost you before I even had you," Delphine explained. "Every single moment with you is ..." Delphine sighed, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses along her collarbone. "I'm so lucky for every moment with you, Cosima."

Cosima cupped her cheeks, kissing her passionately. "When did you get so romantic?" She teased. Delphine blushed, lowering her head in embarrassment.

"I'm glad you're the first woman I've ever been with," Delphine said. "I don't want to be just one of many."

"Hey, you're not one of many. Is that what you think?" Cosima asked, sitting up.

"I don't know."

"Del, come here..." she pulled the doctor's hips until Delphine was straddling her. "You'll never be just another girl," she whispered, kissing her.

Delphine gave in, accepting the touches and kisses. Deep down, all she had really wanted was honesty.