"How about I get us some sandwiches and we head to the park for a picnic," suggested Mitchie as she picked Alex's hand and placed a kiss on it before intertwining their fingers and continuing to drive with one hand.
"That sounds perfect," replied Alex smiling back at her wife.
Mitchie lay on a blanket with Alex resting on her chest, while Dallas gurgled happily in her baby carrier next to them. She lazily ran her fingers through her wife's hair, just enjoying each other's company.
"Mitch," whispered Alex tentatively.
"Yeah, baby," responded Mitchie without opening her eyes.
"Who is Dallas named after?" questioned Alex wanting to know more about her wife.
Mitchie took a deep breath and prepared to open a wound that was still much too fresh, but wanted to have no secrets from her wife. "Dallas is named after the best big sister anyone could ask for. She was kind, funny, beautiful, and so very smart. Few people knew how brilliant Dallas really was because she was a model and everyone expected her to be an airhead. . Throughout my life I have suffered with inner demons and took to self medicating. About a year and a half ago I was in a bad place in my life. Every drug that you could think of I was doing, along with enormous amounts of alcohol. My parents suspected what was going on, but only Dallas knew how bad everything was. Finally she had enough and decided that she needed to have an intervention or she was going to lose me forever, little did she know that I would be the one losing her forever. At the time I was on the European leg of my tour and Dallas was modeling here in LA. She decided to board a private plane right after she got finished with her show and head to Europe to knock some sense into me. She never made it," Mitchie stopped her story as Alex sat up and wiped her wife's tears and softly kissed her letting her know that she was there for her. "The plane crashed a couple of miles after taking off and caught fire. What was recovered of Dallas and the pilot's bodies was barely recognizable. Unbeknownst to Dallas she still managed to make me turn my life around. I cancelled the rest of my tour and flew back to Los Angeles. After the funeral service I purchased the cabin and went into reclusion. I quit cold turkey. I could not let Dallas' death be in vain. It's my fault that she is gone," lamented Mitchie as she sobbed.
Alex took her wife into her arms and held her close letting her cry. "I'm sorry baby. Dallas would be happy to see you now, clean and sober with a loving family."
Just then Dallas let out another happy gurgle and clapped her hands. Mitchie turned towards her daughter with a smile and took her in her arms before leaning back into Alex. For once in her life she was okay with letting her defenses down and allowing Alex to be the protector. They were a unit, a family that was going to work together to get through anything.
After the emotional revelation, the girls headed home.
Mitchie handed Dallas to Alex and gave her a kiss letting her know that she was going to take a shower. Talking about her sister had tired her out and she needed a hot shower, some food, and to wrap her arms around Alex for a goodnight sleep. After a long hot shower, Mitchie came downstairs dressed in checkered pajama bottoms and a gray tank top to find Alex playing with Dallas on a blanket in front of the fireplace. She grinned and plopped down on her stomach to join her girls.
"Well now that you're here you can watch this little rug rat, so that I can make dinner," said Alex going to stand up.
Mitchie pulled one of Alex's legs and knocked her down quickly climbing on top of her, "nu uh, you're staying here with me and our princess. I will order a pizza," she said as she captured Alex's lips in a kiss. Mitchie reached over for her phone and proceeded to do as she had said. She quickly hung up and blew raspberries on Dallas' tummy causing the baby to giggle. Alex sat back laughing at Mitchie's antics before Mitchie looked up with a mischievous look in her eyes.
Alex had no clue what she had planned, but she was not quick enough to escape. Mitchie lay her down and lifted her shirt to blow a raspberry on Alex's taunt stomach.
Alex was in hysterics as Mitchie continued to tickle her. The two had so much fun together and Mitchie was such a goofball, so different from the hard image that she portrayed to the public. The playtime was soon interrupted by the doorbell.
Alex stood up and grabbed money from the table nearest to the door to pay for the pizza delivery. The delivery guy was a young guy in his teens with a bit of peach fuzz and a very fit body. Alex assumed he played some kind of sport. With a smile she handed the money over and reached for the pizza, but the delivery guy held it back.
"How about you give me your phone number gorgeous and I pay for the pizza?" he suggested with a charming smile.
Before Alex could turn him down Mitchie appeared at the door. She had followed Alex wondering what was taking so long. She glared at the delivery boy as she wrapped a protective arm around Alex's waist and pulled her closer. "Everything okay, baby?"
"Everything's fine, sweetheart. He was just leaving," explained Alex once again reaching for the pizza.
"I'm not leaving without your number," insisted the clueless boy.
Mitchie snatched the pizza from his hands. "You have five second to get off my property or I will kill you. How dare you hit on my wife?"
The disgruntled teen was about to reply when he realized who he was arguing with. "Holy shit you're Mitchie Torres! Can I get your autograph?
Laughing Mitchie slammed the door in his face and kissed Alex. "Wow, the nerve of that asshole. I think it's time that I invest on guards."
Alex laughed along with her wife. That had been quite an experience.
"In all seriousness though, I didn't care much for having guards at the house because I have the security system, but now I have you and Dal to protect. I will have Hannah deal with that in the morning. Although, I still need to have a talk with her. I might be in the market for a new agent soon," said Mitchie.
Alex sat next to Mitchie and grabbed a slice of pizza. "Mitchie I don't want you and Hannah fighting. You were friends long before I came into the picture. She probably sees me like a gold-digger and wants to protect your best interests."
"I don't give a fuck what Hannah or anyone else thinks for that matter. I fell in love with your kind heart, you would never hurt anyone. I know that if I decided to burn all my money right now you would remain at my side. Well you might have to visit me in the nut house since who in their right mind burns money, but you know what I mean," joked Mitchie.
Alex laughed and kissed Mitchie. "I love you for you and I'm glad that you know that."
They shared the pizza and joked around before noticing that Dallas had dozed off. Mitchie got up to pick up her daughter and carried her upstairs with Alex close behind her. She set her down in the cradle and sang softly to her as Dallas began to stir. The child immediately stopped stirring as he mother's voice placated her. With a smile, Mitchie placed a kiss on her daughter's head and grabbed her wife's hand to lead her to their bedroom. She stopped at the doorway and briefly gave her daughter a once over before shutting off the lights. At least for now her life was perfect.