Chapter 4

Soo yeah. It's been awhile. I kinda had a weird mental block on this story for a reeaallyy long time (well, in my mind it was too long) and I just broke through that wall yesterday. Only because my team and I played one of THE worst volleyball games in the history of everything and what better to quench my hate-fire than to write adorable baby adventures :3

So without further adieu, chap 4, enjoy :)


Sighing heavily, Bo rolled off of Tamsin from her position on her chest, landing with a thud on the floor next to the woman.

"He's probably hungry," Bo said distantly, as if the idea was light-hearted comment. The kiss had left her moony-eyed, and she was reveling in the memory of it still, not wanting to loose the feeling just yet.

"Then you better get on that," the blonde growled softy from beside her, hitting the younger fae's stomach with her arm.

Bo laughed and grunted at the same time when the detective hit her in the abdomen, and she took the faint pain as a trigger to get her butt in gear. Dragging herself slowly to her feet, the succubus blinked hard to clear her mind before grabbing the baby from his place on the bed. Picking up the bag of supplies, she walked downstairs to prepare a bottle for the little boy.

Tamsin was left laying on the cold wood with her eyes closed when Bo got up, still savoring the brief moment between them, but she decided to head down before the brunette hurt herself or the baby. Groaning, she lifted herself to her feet and clomped down the stairs.

Bo was in the kitchen, precariously clutching the sniffling baby while trying to decipher the instructions on the formula container.

"2 ounces for every...boil water...don't use..." she mumbled to herself. The woman's thinking face was unbelievably cute, and the blonde took a second to brand it in her memory before walking stealthily up to the brunette.

"Hey there succu-mom," Tamsin breathed into the woman's hair, ruffling it slightly. "How's it coming with the...whatever that shit is.." The blonde motioned with hand to the discolored powder in the can, her nose wrinkled.

"Good I guess. It says I have to boil some water for five minutes, can you hold him?" Bo's breathing caught in her lungs when she felt Tamsin close behind her, but she quickly rebounded by dumping the little boy into the unsuspecting arms of the Valkyrie.

A gruff "Whatever" was all that registered in Bo's mind while she hurriedly flitted around the ill-stocked cupboards for some basic utensils. Tamsin ambled over to the couch with a highly agitated Chance, who was mad both because he missed his dinner and because in his current position he couldn't stare at the blonde holding him.

Wriggling in her arms, he tried to break loose from her hold but her vice-like grip kept him from escaping. So, he settled for wailing once again, drooping in Tamsin's stiff (but getting better) arms.

"Uh, you might want to hurry succubabe. He's about to turn blue from all this screaming," an uncomfortable valkyrie voice rose from above the crying.

When the detective didn't hear a smart-ass comment like she expected, she rolled her eyes and got up from the couch. Strolling over to the flustered succubus at the stove, Tamsin wanted to kiss and backhand the woman at the same time for her innocent ignorance.

"Are you kidding me. You really managed to burn a pot of freaking water succulette," the blonde deadpanned.

"I'm sorry! I'm not good at cooking!" Bo said in a rush of exasperated breath.

"Obviously," Tamsin smirked, handing the baby over to the brunette. "Hand me the fucking ground-up bones or whatever that stuff is please."

Bo handed her the container, and Tamain read the directions while placing another pot of water to boil. After letting it bubble for a few minutes, she set it to cool in the refrigerator while running upstairs to tackle the playpen once again. This time, she walked down the steps victorious after about 10 minutes, effortlessly gliding back into the other task at hand.

Bo just sat on the sofa in awe, Chance watching the blonde too from the succubus's arms.

"Here," Tamsin said simply, handing the freshly made bottle to the brunette. It smelled awful, but she decided not to question it. She placed the tip to the child's mouth, and almost immediately he started to suck, his eyes fluttering closed. Letting out a relieved breath, Bo looked up at the older fae with a small smile. They were half-way to sleep, both Chance and the two woman.


What felt like hours later, Bo and Tamsin finally put Chance to sleep. During the hour they took turns rocking him, the younger fae watched the valkyrie suspiciously. The blonde had successfully accomplished in making a sufficient bottle for the baby and finished the crib, making Bo question what all the detective had exactly done in a past lifetime.

"Welp, it looks like I'm gonna head home," Tamsin yawned, making her way to the door.

"No you're not!" Bo said quickly, grabbing the blonde's wrist. "It's really late, well early actually. You can just stay here."

"What, and get jumped by Kenzi when she comes home to get some stuff from her room and sees her least favorite cop crashing on the couch?" Tamsin lifted an eyebrow. Bo hadn't realized that when her best friend split for Dyson's place, she didn't have any of her beloved outfits or shoes. And god-knows how long the man would live if Kenzi didn't have her favorite pair of heels or makeup back in her possession by that morning.

"Oh, well you could stay with me I guess," the succubus asked timidly.

"Really? You haven't even bought me dinner yet succubabe!" The blonde feigned slight insult.

Bo just laughed, pulling the woman by her arm up to her room. "C'mon officer," she teased, "Your master suite awaits."

The seductive tone to the brunette's voice was enough to make the detective's mouth go dry, but she shoved the feelings away, knowing Bo was only trying to rile her up.

After a few minutes of awkward glances while the two fae got changed into pajamas, Bo in a tight, white t-shirt and gray shorts and Tamsin in a plain blue tank with black bottoms, they climbed into the succubus's canopy bed.

The blonde knew that being in such close proximity with Bo, it wouldn't take much for something she would probably regret in the morning happen. Quickly coming up with at least one ground rule, the Valkyrie cleared her throat to get the other woman's attention while they were getting situated.

Sitting upright, Tamsin traced an invisible line through the middle of the bed. "This," she said, running her finger up and down the fabric, "Is the meridian line. Neutral ground. Meaning no crossing it succubabe, got it?"

Bo giggled at the woman's apprehension, but she complied. "Got it." Laying down on her back, she stared up at the ceiling dreamily. She finally succeeded in getting the Valkyrie into her bed, maybe not the way she first expected, but they were there none-the-less.

"You make an awful housewife succubus," Tamsin interrupted the silence and Bo's reverie. She didn't want to sleep just yet, but didn't know how to continue the light conversation. So, she decided to insult her instead.

"And you do?" Bo smirked in the darkness, rolling onto her side to face the blonde.

"No, but I can multitask. And compartmentalize. You can barely walk and chew gum at the same time. Or walk without accidentally pissing off or seducing a huge man with muscles and a passion for setting fire to things."

Both of the women's laughs rang through the room, a melodic tone that echoed into Chance's crib, making him smile in his sleep.

The succubus stared at the blonde until she finally looked back over to her. Smiling softly, Tamsin used her left hand to tuck a stray piece of Bo's hair away from her face, her fingers lingering over the woman cheekbone. This was a little too intimate for the detective's liking however, and she rolled over with her back to the brunette.

But Bo didn't take no for an answer. Scooting herself closer and closer to Tamsin, she slid her hand around the blonde's waist. Light-colored hairs tickled her face as she inhaled their scent, loving the subtle fragrance of the valkyrie.

"...beep...beep...beep..." Low sounds emitted from the direction she was facing caused Bo to break her stupor and prop herself up on her elbow to look over at the blonde. The woman's eyes were closed, but a hint of a smile played on her lips as she made the noises.

"What are you doing?" the brunette asked in a confused yet amused tone.

"You crossed the neutral grounds and infiltrated my personal space. Prepare to face my death lasers," Tamsin joked softly.

Bo just giggled and laid back down onto the bed, her arm still draped across the older fae's abdomen and her face in blonde hair.

"Five, four, three, two, one. Zap. You're dead," Tamsin sighed lightly, involuntarily snuggling deeper into Bo.

But the woman didn't answer, as she had already fallen asleep on three, her features relaxed and still slightly smiling.