The two women walked out of the bar, mounting the bike and heading back to the homestead. Nicole go off first, walking back to the field where she'd left the pitchfork. She started to flip the grass allowing it to dry faster. Nicole was glad that she and her employer could get over that weird conversation they'd had earlier. She approached the field Waverly was in and tried to grab her attention.

"Hey Waverly. Need any help?"

"Yes please. I need to pick the strawberries now, they just all popped." Waverly told her, looking up.

Nicole knelt down next to Waverly and began to pick the deep red ripe berries from the bush. She dropped them into the basket there must've been three 25 meter long rows of strawberry bushes and another three rows of the blueberries Waverly had picked earlier. They worked quickly and diligently, hoping to be able to rest for the rest of their work day. The two women picked the berries side by side, talking while they worked.

"So, books or videogames." Waverly asked.

"Depends. I like books a bit more, but I also enjoy a well written videogame as well."

"Okay. What kind of books?"

"I like thrillers, Stephen King as well as history books usually about ancient history."

"Really?" Waverly asked excitedly. "So, which ancient society do you believe really pushed the progression of man?"

"Sumerians. With a very intricate religious system copied by the Babylonians and Egyptians which was copied by the Greeks and Romans, as well as a simple written system, I think that they really did aid in the formative years for humankind."

"Wow." Waverly breathed, looking in awe at Nicole's genuine interest and knowledge of history. She bit her lip and asked another question. "What about women in history, which would you believe is the most progressive?"

"Oh, Sumerians. Maybe Ancient East Africa because of the matriarchal rule in some tribes, but definitely Sumerians because there was a woman leader who is regarded positively and women could be equal to men if they tried unlike other civilizations."

"Really? I always felt that women were treated the same in that culture as in others."

"Depends on which part of the society. Education, true, but women could own property and money unlike in almost any other culture." Waverly just looked at the young worker and smiled. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I've just never met anyone who was so passionate about history. Everyone here is either a local running their own shop or working on their farm, so there aren't a lot of people who like to talk about history for fun. Usually it's because it's their homework."

"Well, I'm glad that you approve of my overall nerdiness." Nicole said with a smile.

"Gosh, I embrace it with all of my heart because now I'm not the only nerdy person in town."

Nicole smiled and went back to her work. Waverly looked at Nicole and blushed a little when she was caught. As they finished, Nicole had maybe two hours left, so she went the green tractor next to Wynonna's blue truck. She backed up the tractor to connect the hay baler to the machine. The young farmhand drove to the front lot and hopped out. She grabbed the pitchfork and brought the hay together in individual rows. Nicole then got back in the tractor and turned on the hay baler, slowly driving over the mounds of grass as they got collected and ultimately turned into 7 dense round bales of hay. She drove the tractor back, taking everything apart when she spotted Waverly in the house beckoning her inside. Nicole approached the manor, brushing off all of the grass and walked in.

"Hey, you busy?"

"I have to bring in the hay, but other than that, no. Why?"

"Just wondering. I can help you." Waverly offered.

"Okay."

They walked out to the house and to the field where all of the hay bales were. They each grabbed a bale and walked to the barn. Doc must have been on a break, leaving Dolls tending to the trees and Wynonna asleep upstairs. The goats were bleating, pushing through one another out in the field to drink and eat. They dropped the hay on the ground and went back and forth, picking up and dropping off the bales. After the last drop off, Waverly climbed up the ladder to the storage space with other extra bales.

"What was your aunt saying about you moving on?" Nicole asked as she tossed a bale up to the brunette.

"Well," Waverly huffed as she caught it. "I was a history and linguistics major. Nothing like Wynonna or anyone else in the family. Gus has been trying to get me on a different track ever since my dad passed away. Telling me I could do whatever I wanted. She even helped me through college."

"Why did you decide to stay?"

"This is my home. The only one that I've ever known. When Wynonna left, I took care of the farm with Curtis, trying to get by. I found happiness here. Peace." Waverly said, catching the last bale and setting it down. "Love."

"Waverly?" Nicole asked her, climbing up the ladder. "Why did you ask about my sexuality?" Waverly sighed, not saying a word. She watched as the redhead pushed herself onto the deck, glancing at all of the feeds and soil bags up there. "Waverly, you there?"

Waverly looked at Nicole and nodded. She still didn't speak, trying to put her thoughts in order. She continued to watch as Nicole approached her, closing the gap between them. They stood a foot apart, Waverly looking up at the brown-eyed beauty. She looked down and sighed softly.

"Maybe I'm nervous."

"Why?" Nicole asked slightly concerned.

"Because the one thing I want, the one thing that scares me to death, is standing right in front of me."

"I scare you?" Nicole asked.

"Yes. Yes, you do. And when I think about what I wanna do most in this world, it's you." Waverly told Nicole. She then took a second and furrowed her eyebrows. "Wow that sounded much more romantic in my head. Just jump in at any time, Nicole, because I really, really don't know how to do this?"

"Oh sure you do." Nicole said, stepping closer to Waverly.

"Maybe I should stop talking?" Waverly said placing a hand on her waist and gripping her lightly.

"See, you're getting better at this already." She whispered, bringing her closer.

"Maybe you should stop talking, too?"

"Maybe you should make me?" Nicole taunted, leaning in to tease the brunette.

Waverly looked at her lips, then in her eyes, then back to her lips before closing the gap and kissing Nicole, standing on her tiptoes as they drew each other closer. Nicole wrapped her arms around the farmer's shoulders and pushed the young woman against the stack of hay. She kissed Waverly's neck, tilting her head to the side. The redhead advanced upon the brunette, placing her hand on the newly baled hay as she walked closer. She pulled back and bit her lip, looking at Waverly's lips, then in her dark hazel eyes.

"See you tomorrow, Waves." Nicole whispered, descending the ladder and as her work day ended.

Waverly watched as the woman left the farm, once the worker was gone, Waverly climbed down and went to the main house, going back to work as if nothing happened.